What did you say? Was it in Polish?
Sorry. I don't speak Polish, but I can understand a bit of it.
Well. Who has told you that?
Morris? My nephew? I could guess it!
That boy has always had some weird ideas about everything!
OK. Not everything in this is wrong. Only most of it. ...
No Sir! The beer is the beer. For me, all the same.
My father was fussier. Only Okocim-beer or Żywieckie-beer.
But those were the old days. Now, no one can see the difference.
And I drink what comes up. Yes, Sir, I'm always thirsty from the morning time.
That on my hand? It's an old story. From jail. ...
Yes. This is our burial place. Only one place left. For me.
It supposed to be my older brother's, but they buried him at Brothers Capuchins monastery.
They did not even inform us. We found out about it by accident.
In fact, he died for the world a long time ago.
He was much older than I was. And such learned one. ...
Cheers!
Zalman? I did not know him personally. But the name?!
I remember it because Grandmother told me something about it.
Well, probably the very same. The guy was rich.
He had several tenement houses here in the town before the war.
And what a miser he was! He was collecting the rent by himself. ...
What? Svietlicki? But that's not his real name!
A relative of yours? I can see some similarities.
That chap was quite handsome. A real movie star!
How do I know it? Because Wanda, my sister, had taken him here.
He lived with her a whole year.
That Svietlicki name was on his false Aryan papers. ...
Ela, my love. My dearest daughter.
I will no longer be in the world when you read this letter. I don't even know if you'll read it at all because I don't know if I'll leave it to the notary guy.
Dearest Ela. You have always been our support and our pride. Just like...
Did they not let you in? And they did not want to talk with you?
I'm not surprised. With that kind of story!
No! It's not true. There was no conviction because of the collaboration with Germans!
How do I know? My father and mother told me.
My father just got it told because he was a newcomer. ...
THE CROOKED MIRROR 2 - JASIOWA
Well, and good morning to you too!
Oh, yes. That's correct. The old Joseph that's me.
What? Are they are stories about me?
Probably because they do not have anything else to do.
The cradle? Of course, I remember it. I'm old, but my memory is still OK.
Oh! That the old Joseph paints the old cradle in a different color every year? ...
What do you say? Joshua Liebeskind ?
No way! He is not any Joshua at all. He has gone cuckoo for sure.
His name is just Janek. And not any Liebeskind, but Klis. That's how he was born.
And all his Jewishness is just a hole in the head!He was not here for a long time.