"I will kill you in the name of my homeland! In the name of my family! in the name of a bright future!" shouts a soldier shooting at the enemy directly from the trenches. his face is gray and the dirt on it is black. There is no variety in black-and-white films, especially those produced during wartime. this whole event of patriotism is very boring, especially if people are forced to watch it like kindergarten students.

Dieter is sitting in the back row, you are on his left. The managers of your headquarters sit in front, approximately in the middle of the hall, while you occupy one of the back rows. gunshots, hysterical screams and warlike music can be heard in the background. A couple of your colleagues are sitting to your right, kissing passionately, not paying attention to the war film in front of them. what an abomination.

Dieter loves movies, and you do the same. but only when films are made with the soul, and not with the director's vanity. Dieter loves Paul Leni, you love Charlie Chaplin. you have different tastes, but you both understand that what is on the screen now sounds more like a lulling lullaby.

slightly squeaking polished shoes and rustling clothes, you get out of the cinema. it's stuffy there, it's boring there, your colleagues are kissing there. It's a complete abomination. whether it's a frosty street, where you went out with your overcoats on. all the townspeople had already gone home, only the military, drunk and lovers were wandering the streets. you decided to smoke to distract yourself from what you saw.

"complete rubbish, do you agree?" Dieter asks, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. The air seemed so cold that the smoke could turn into an icicle right on the fly. "I could have slept in that time. You know, I've come to terms with melodramas, I'm used to horror movies... but I don't like this movie. this one. that's my subjective opinion."