Character: Nele

Thiel, I'm tired.
- Soon the morning, go to sleep.
- I'm tired of being young... I want to be as old as the Lamm and his wife. I wish I had a house and a roof over my head. Want to on the table stood a bowl of peas, and out of the oven smell of bread. In the evening, the house was burning candle. I'm tired of being young.
- It is your destiny, your cross. Yours and mine.
- I know, til...

Thiel, for years we've fought! A whole life! Now we won and again going somewhere...
- We go where there is no freedom.
- Then again, blood and death?
- Yes, blood and death.
- One life, maybe two or three, ten or one hundred. Until when?
- While man, born of woman, will not be free everywhere.
- This day will never come.
- So, we will wander forever!

- Are you afraid of God?
- No. And you?
- I'm afraid of...
Why?
I do not know.
- I am, actually, afraid, too, but always forget about it.