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We're closing in five minutes.

- They're going home, the little piggies.

For them, it's just another day.

For me, today is not just another day.

20 years old.

Look at old Granny creeping along.

What was being 20 like for her?

Going dancing?

Dancing with a stranger, head spinning,

forgetting that nothing's spinning the right way.

Not the Earth. Not where she lives.

Her father's a brute.

Better to spin and forget.

They've weakened that man even more.

Where's his flabbiness leading him?

Home from a comfortable job saying "Yes" all day,

avoiding reading editorials,

never having an opinion except

when the boss wants him to have one,

and then he has the right one.

What do you think he would say about me

if he had to make a report to the police?

"The man celebrated his birthday on a bench, Sir.

The young man appears to be an artist.

He applied for admission into the academy.

Naturally, he was refused.

Naturally.

Well, the young man told the director of the academy

that Greek values were destroying the German soul."

"He's against the Greeks?"

"Yes, Herr Commandant."

"What does the director of the academy have to say?"

"That there's no room in the academy

for this sort of person."

April 20th, 1909.

It's getting dark, Sir.

In an hour it'll be night.

Yes.

- In less than an hour.

It's time to go home, Sir.

Wasn't today a lovely day?

Very lovely, Sir.

And now it's almost night.

Today was April 20th, 1909.

Don't you feel there was something special

about that day?

Typical spring day.

My birthday.

Ah, yes, I see.

A birthday is...

Is?

Not like any other day.

How old are you, then?

20.

Happy birthday, Mr., Mr...

Adolf.

Happy birthday, Mr. Adolf.

Ah, my 20th birthday.

The dreams I had about the future.

You probably have a lot of your own dreams.

Yes.

You'll admit, Mr. Guardian,

this is a special bench.

The wood is probably shipped from one country,

the paint from another, the nails surely from a third.

Why, it's the bench of the empire.

I'm here to see the doctor.

I have an appointment.

- The young man is here, Professor.

Show him in.

Lydia?

Have we heard from Dr. Jung?

No.

Professor Freud.

Hugo Hausler.

Thank you for seeing me so promptly.

Please sit down.

Now, then.

Now, then?

- Now then, what brings you to me?

- I've read your books, Professor.

"The Psychopathology of Everyday Life."

It's rather amusing, really,

to think that we have thoughts that think themselves

without asking our permission.

That amused you?

Oh, yes.

It's genuinely droll to think that little bits and pieces,

slips of the tongue can add up to something.

You must have been chuckling when you wrote that.

I enjoy a good laugh.

Are you a joker as well?

- On the one hand, I find life very funny.

On the other?

The other?

The other hand.

- On the other hand, I'm like everybody else.

Everything's not always dandy.

Occasionally, I get oddly upset.

- You don't appear upset when you mention it.

You might be upset by my cigar.

Might, might not.

You know the word might...

Truth be told, Professor,

I have rather odd thoughts.

I don't like them.

They ram into me like savage beasts.

You distrust beasts?

I distrust human beastliness.

There's something in human nature which...

What?

Repels me.

Human nature in general?

No, I'm not a misanthrope

condemning everyone else's deceitful nature.

No, it's only exclusively about myself.

What about you?

Excuse me.

I've just realized I've completely forgotten

to give you this letter from Dr. Jung.

From Jung?

Yes.

I went to see him in Zurich.

We had a long talk.

Why did you choose Jung?

He's a friend of the family.

He thought it might be interesting for me

to be psychoanalyzed by you,

adding that it might even be interesting for you.

For me?

That's what he said.

I think he explains it in his letter.

Yes.

He explains your problem.

Listen, my dear friend,

I'm going to read his letter to you out loud

so you can tell me if you deem his findings correct.

"Most honored Professor,

I hope that the advice I've given Mr. Hugo Hausler

strikes you despite its

paradoxical nature, as reasonable.

Mr. Hausler is a well-educated young man

whose high cultural level confers on him

a certain detachment in relationship to emotions

that do violently take hold of his personality.

More specifically,

Mr. Hausler's powers of reasoning, much to his credit,

wish to reject certain personal phobias

in direct contradiction with his personal ethics.

To get to the point,

Mr. Hausler feels an incomprehensible revulsion,

though he's a rational character,

he readily admits - towards Jews."

"That said, Mr. Hausler has at length

discussed with me the horror he feels

on listening to antisemitic diatribes.

The threats against Jews made by Schönerer,

founder of the Pan-German Party, and his followers

shock the humanist in him.

He is equally mortified by what the followers of Schönerer

publish in their magazine, 'Ostara.'

When Mr. Hausler came to see me,

stating that in his opinion only an Aryan doctor

could understand this problem enough

to help him resolve it,

I took the opposite tack.

I said that, 'Though it might be more difficult,

it could be more beneficial to

hit the problem outright

by consulting a Jewish psychoanalyst.'

Naturally, I thought of you,

if you'd accept the challenge.

With my most respected esteem.

Carl Jung."

Yes.

Dr. Jung's findings are more or less correct,

so do you agree to accept me for an analysis?

I accept.

Will it be a tough one?

No.

No?

- It will be exceptionally tough.

May I see them?

Please sit down.

Oh no,I meant

sit next to me so we can look at them together.

This watercolor of The Parliament is impressive.

It's 20 crowns.

- Expensive. - Yes.

- Perspective of the building's very good.

Cut to a T.

Everything's there?

Not quite.

You see, there's something missing here.

Yes, I know.

Why?

It's the way it is.

- You don't like the statue of Athena?