The Dust of Time (Η Σκόνη του Χρόνου)

Attention. Train traffic on Platform A.

The FD train 111 to Moscow via Poznan, Warsaw,

departing at 18:18 hours is now ready for boarding.

Passengers to Warsaw must change train in Breslau.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

We're ready to screen.

Comrade Secretary, I've brought him. He just arrived on the train.

Welcome to Temirtau, Comrade.

You understand Greek, right?

All of us Greek political refugees who came to Tashkent in '49 live in barracks.

We call them "states".

We came here to Temirtau

on order of the Politburo to inaugurate a new "state",

the seventh. We're still few in number,

but more are coming like you to swell our ranks.

Our defeat in the civil war was not the end.

The revolution is not dead!

The time will come when we'll return to Greece for the third round, for victory.

Comrade Secretary, somethings happened. The city's in uproar.

There's music coming from the loudspeakers in the square.

Excuse me.

I'll see you later.

Somethings happened.

The whole town's in turmoil.

People are gathering in the square outside the town hall.

Oh, God!

Comrades!

Citizens of the Soviet Union!

Today our leader Comrade Stalin has died.

His great heart has stopped beating.

The sun has set.

Comrades!

Citizens of our great country...

from Vladivostok to Ukraine,

from Siberia to the Caucasus and the Black Sea,

wherever you are...

let us honor the memory of our great leader with a moment of silence,

and lower the flags to half-mast.

And the Angel cried, "The third wing!"

- You're Jacob Levi? - Yes.

- You speak German? - Yes.

The director of the Cultural Centre is looking for you.

Let's go.

You're Jacob Levi?

Yes.

Let's go.

And the Angel cried, "The third wing!"

- Good morning. - Good morning.

This is Eckhart Stein.

He's come especially from Leipzig to take the organ.

We arranged to have it repaired and give it to the Conservatory.

Now you've got to translate.

Jacob Levi. Good morning, Mr Stein.

Pleased to meet you.

Mr Stein, you've been invited to take a look at this organ

and to repair it, if necessary.

This organ...

is perfect.

It shouldn't be touched.

But how is that possible?