#regarding how justus talks about their falling out

[lichtecht]

PART 17

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Bökh: „Over 20 years ago, there was also a boarding school here, as you might know. And there were teachers that were good and others that were less good. And there were Externs and Internals. And there was a boy who was as homesick as you, Uli. And who read as much as Martina. Loved cake like Matze. And wanted to become a pop star, like you, Jo. And he had an enemy. His name was Robert. He was an Extern from the town here. And although this Robert seemed the have everything the boy wanted, he still picked on him. Pushed him around and made fun of him… Well, like the Externs have done with the Internals for generations, right.“

Jo: „And vice versa.“ Bökh: „Exactly. And vice versa.“ Bökh: „…yes. And one day, the boy’s mother got sick. She was brought here to Kirchberg into the hospital and the boy snuck away from the boarding school every day to visit her. And one day he was caught by the boarding school director. And he got grounded.“

Martina: „Couldn’t he just say what was up?“ Bökh: „No, because it was a very… cold and stern man whom he didn’t trust. And Robert in turn knew from his father, who was a doctor at the hospital, that the boy’s mother was fighting for her life there. So he offered his help."

Bökh: „And so every night he layed in the boarding school bed in place of the boy. So that he could visit his mother. And then they became really good friends. Even had a band together. They weren’t all that bad.“ (sighs) Bökh: „I certainly don’t need to tell you who this boy was, right?" All of the kids in unison: „You, Herr Bökh.“ Bökh: „Exactly. And why I’m telling you this story.“ Uli: „I think I understand it.“

Matze: „So we get Chips and Lemonade?“

(chuckling)

Jo: „The Externs today aren’t like that.“ Bökh: „Jo, I obviously care about two things. Firstly; rules are well and good, but not as important as humanity. Ok? And secondly I want you to trust me, that you’re not afraid to come to me. Okay?“

The kids nod.

Bökh looks at his watch.

Bökh: „Alright. I need to get a bit of work done now.“ Martina: „But what happened to Robert?“

Bökh slumps back in his seat with a heavy sigh.

Bökh: „Ach. Robert, he… I think he later studied medicine in the city. Ah, we unfortunately lost touch.“

Jo: „Why?“ Bökh: „… Well, that- That happens sometimes when you become an adult, then… suddenly, your closed loved ones are gone.“ Jo: „… What, just like that?“

Bökh nods silently.

Bökh: „… Mhm.“ Matze: „How sad… I think friends should always stick together.“ Bökh: „Yeah, exactly.“ Jo: „Can’t you prevent that somehow?“ Bökh: „Yes. We need to look out for each other. Ok?“ Bökh: „Alright. I need to get a bit of work done now. Take your lemonades with you.“

The kids scuffle and stand up. Jo takes a bowl of chips with her as well.

Uli: „Thank you."

[floenz]

dfk 2023 thoughts in more orderly and english under the cut

dfk

- the whole thing feels sörta soulless and empty

- and in my amateur opinion the screenplay is nor very tight and even clumsy at points

- which im turn hindered the actors (Mrs Kreuzkamm falls victim to a bad script and Justus too at a slighlty lesser rate) and especially the kids actors

- regarding the kids: Jos characterisation is.....wrong

- like literally doesnt have anything to do with johnny

- nothing

- Matz and Uli were also just not it i cant explain it it just didnt hit

- but i actually enjoyed the martina storyline and execution

- but in general it did not feel like they were trying to tell the same story as the book

- like this doesn't feel like an adaption this feels like it wants to be something completely different

justraucher et al.

- justus is a math teacher and it bothered me at the beginning

- but thing is it fits this Justus vibes perfectly

- because he is kinda idk cold?? he doesn't feel kind so all the interactions with the kids fall flat

- "[...] you're not allowed to greet me for 14 days"~justus "thats all 🤨"~jo <- dragging two characters into the mud in one single exchange

- the nichtraucher tho holy

- ive read jinx say most bisexual nichtraucher yet and

- yes

- he sure has the vibes

- my only criticism for him is that he also doesn't really radiate kindness but ill allow it because he is kinds cunty and serves that so

- but yea his outfits, his ring, his nail polish

- king shit

- while we're on the topic: justraucher

- they are still very much dads but divorced dads which is actually an interesting interpretation

- when the kids reunify them the nichtraucher is sexy woodchopping in a sleeveless shirt and glowering at justus and im not saying the scene radistes sexual energy but slso it kinda did like at one point he is glaring at justus and ripping apart wood with his bare hands

- and then they meet again after uli fell down the wall and its like to exes meeing suddendly like fanfiction level of miscommunication but 👉👈 i enjoyed that

- justus gets angry and the nichtraucher goes like 🥺

- they make up over long and intense eye contacts during the play

- ok im done talking about justraucher

- the other ships:

- sorry cnka uli und matz is...not it in this movie none of them feel like fully realised characters and it's just very...distant

- matz just kinda stands there when they put uli in the rubbish on the cupboard

- martina and jo starts rough but they have some nice cute scenes in the end

- jo kinda mellows out in the end and then they start to get along

mis

- matz really does get one hit K.O.ed after saying its not fair to fight cos he's a professional.......

- "when i was five my mum abandoned me in a disco😔"~jo killed me i had to stop the movie to laugh

- uli climbs a wall to prove he's not a angsthase and everyone's like nobody managed that before but the wall is like 7 m high 🤡

- justus always goes like ⌚️👀 its so late i have get some work done ⌚️👀 when the writers didnt know how to end a scene hkkcgkkbgjjvvk

- the train cart looks really cozy and cottagecorey here and i like it so much

- the nichtraucher is honestly just living his live vibin and being bi its wonderful

- he plays chess with himself

[scotianostra]

On June 7th 1811 Sir James Young Simpson, pioneer of anaesthetics and chloroform, born.

I don’t really have to say how much Simpson is regarded in the medical world for his work, and of course by countless women in childbirth.

The story begins in an elegant dining room in Edinburgh, with  obstetrician Sir James Young Simpson running a series of experiments to find inhaled painkillers that would be less smelly and flammable than ether and have fewer side effects. In an unusual twist on the standard gentleman’s routine of after-dinner drinks, Simpson and his assistants, George Keith and Matthew Duncan, gathered on Thursday evenings to sniff different chemical compounds and determine their effects, a logical, if dangerous method of drug testing in an age before clinical trials.

  Simpson did not choose his chemicals randomly; he focused on substances with “a more fragrant or agreeable odour” than ether and on volatile compounds that would evaporate at room temperature, thus becoming absorbed into the bloodstream through the lungs.

On the evening of November 4th it was chloroform’s turn. This organic chlorine-based compound had been synthesized in the 1830s by three men working in different countries: John Guthrie, a physician in upstate New York; French chemist Eugène Soubeiran; and famed German chemist Justus von Liebig.

 Though Guthrie’s “sweet whiskey” had enjoyed a brief vogue as a sipping tonic in his town of Sackets Harbor on Lake Ontario, the clear, heavy liquid seemed to have little practical use. Still, it fitted in with Simpson’s guidelines.

  The three Edinburgh doctors poured out the chloroform, raised their glasses to their noses, and breathed in deeply. A sweet smell filled the air, and the younger physicians became lively and talkative.

“This is far better and stronger than ether,” Simpson thought. The next he knew, he was looking up at the ceiling, with noise and confusion all around. Duncan had collapsed under a chair, snoring loudly, and Keith lay on his back under the table, kicking it violently despite his unconsciousness. After gradually waking up and struggling back into their seats, the doctors were eager to experiment again—though more cautiously this time.

  Other family members watched these remarkable events. After inhaling the chloroform herself, Simpson’s niece-in-law called out, “I’m an angel! Oh, I’m an angel!” before folding her arms and falling asleep at the table. The group continued to sniff the chloroform until it all evaporated.

It must have been some party!

  The experiment was a grand success, and Simpson and his colleagues lost no time in having large supplies of chloroform manufactured to use on their patients. Its use spread rapidly, as it was easy to obtain and administer and less harsh in its effects than ether.

  Simpson wrote extensively in defence of the substance, countering doctors and clergymen who argued that pain was necessary for the body and ordained by the Bible. He delivered one of his pithiest ripostes in an 1848 exchange with “an Irish lady.” She chastised him by saying “how unnatural it is for you doctors in Edinburgh to take away the pains of your patients when in labour.” He responded, “How unnatural … is it for you to have swam over from Ireland to Scotland against wind and tide in a steamboat.” For Simpson and his supporters relieving pain was as great an innovation as steam power. Both inventions seemed to prove 19th-century ideas about boundless technological progress and the perfectibility of humankind.

Nevertheless, objections to anaesthesia—especially when used for women in labour—continued.

  Soon, however, chloroform received an unexpected supporter. Queen Victoria and her consort Prince Albert requested the compound for the birth of their eighth child, Prince Leopold, in 1853. John Snow administered the drug, using a few drops on a simple handkerchief rather than the inhalers and masks then on the market.

  The queen, who remained conscious throughout the procedure, recorded in her journal that the effect was “soothing, quieting, delightful beyond measure.” She received the drug again in 1857 for the birth of Princess Beatrice, her ninth and last child. When her oldest daughter Princess Victoria had her own first child in 1859, the queen rejoiced, “What a blessing she had chloroform.”

The old photo is the unveiling of his statue at the West End of Princes Street,  Simpson is seated in his academic robes while holding a book on his lap

[itslulu42]

Oceans

Part Eighteen of Ninja Dorks Flailing at Interpersonal Relations!

I wrote part 17 and 18 together, which is why this update is so fast.  :)

I hope you enjoy metaphors and fluff.

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EIGHTEEN

Sakura’s question was the last thing he expected.  He had expected the worst.  Sasuke had left her in the middle of the night.  They found a new threat and she had returned to the village to warn him. She had ended up pregnant and wanted to share the news before she left again.

"Why would you ask that?" Kakashi asked with a calmness he didn’t feel.

Sakura chewed her lip. "I didn't think we were dating when I left, but I’ve had some conversations and now I’m not so sure."

"Like who?" Kakashi asked sharply, thinking of some of the more meddlesome Anbu agents.   He didn’t want to remove Panther from his post, but Kakashi drew the line when it came to Sakura.

"Oh.  Um... like Shishou and Pakkun."  Sakura twisted a napkin in her hand.  

Damn. Pakkun had always been bossy, that's how the pug ended up in charge of the pack despite his size. And Kakashi couldn’t say anything to Tsunade either.

"We weren't dating," Kakashi replied, wishing that he could give her a different response. He didn’t her to feel guilty for something that he hadn’t even been aware of it until it was too late.

"Oh."  She looked down at the napkin in her hand like it was going to bite her.  "I guess... I thought... nevermind."

Kakashi grimaced as the silence extended.  This was the point when he should say something.  He had never been very good with emotional conversations.  He could read people easily enough and he had no problem when it came to ninja affairs.  But when it came down to how he should react, and what he should say, that's where Kakashi often stumbled.  He scrambled for a topic.

"You never explained why you’re back in the village.  What's this about Sasuke?"

Fuck.

Kakashi knew he was prone to self-loathing, but this was ridiculous.  Why was he inquiring in her love life of a girl he had no right to desire?  He did not want to hear about Sasuke.

Sakura looked up at him, her fingers plucking at her shirt sleeves.  “I don’t want to talk about Sasuke.  I wanted to talk about us.  But I think I must have misunderstood.”  Sakura stood to her feet and then gave a small bow.  “Thank you for the tea, but I think I should be going."  Her voice wavered as she spoke and when she rose Kakashi saw tears in her eyes.

Kakashi reached out for Sakura’s wrist as she passed.  She froze in place and he used that moment to collect himself.  He rewound her words in his head; the pieces falling into place as he realized Sakura’s showering choices were intentional.

Kakashi wasn't one for words, but this was one of the few moments that he knew he had to go beyond his comfort zone.  Kakashi had a precious few people in his life and he had lived a lifetime of regret by the time he was twenty.   He refused for Sakura to be one of them when he had a chance to correct it.

Sakura needed to know this was serious for him.

So Kakashi told her the first time Sakura stayed the night, she rolled from her side of the bed until she ended up curled against his side.  He told her how he used the substitution justu with a pillow to extract himself from her embrace.  He told her it happened almost every night, and he used to gently tug her back to her side of the bed in the morning.  He confessed that he hadn’t wanted to embarrass her, and he had been embarrassed because he stole her affection at night.  He told her how it backfired when she left because he had grown used to her presence as he slept.  He spoke of pillows that carried the scent of her shampoo and sealing them in a scroll.

And through it, Kakashi watched Sakura carefully, waiting for her to recoil at his words.  Instead, she took a step closer, her pulse accelerating under his fingertips.  He continued.

Kakashi spoke of preparing meals of one for decades and having that habit shattered in a few weeks. He spoke of leftover fish in a frying pan and feeding the ANBU guard in the hallway.  He spoke of romance novels, failed experiments in poetry, and despondent ninken.  He told her he missed her, how the silence he once found peaceful seemed never-ending.   He told her how wanted her, how he wanted to kiss her, and where he wanted to kiss her.

Kakashi watched her hands, cautious of the fist that might come his way.  He waited for Sakura’s horror, her disgust.  He waited for her to stomp out of the room. He watched her face flush, and her eyes darken, and her mouth part in wonder.  

Kakashi spoke of twisted sheets, of his mouth on her body, the taste of salt on skin.  He spoke of lazy Sunday mornings, of waking up with Sakura’s arm around his waist.  He spoke of her kindness, her valor, his wish for her happiness and how he…

How he…

The words caught in Kakashi’s throat.  He squeezed his eyes shut, frustrated at his inability to say the most important thing.

“You love me.”  Sakura withdrew her hand from his.  “You love me,” she repeated in wonder.

Kakashi made a noise of agreement.  The words fell from Sakura’s lips so easily while his own body strained with the effort.

“Talking about this is hard for you, isn’t it?”  Sakura said as she stroked his hair.  Her fingertips grazed his scalp, causing it to tingle pleasantly.  “It’s okay; you don’t have to say it.  I knew those twelve pillows meant something.”

The lump in Kakashi throat eased enough for Kakashi to laugh lightly.  Sakura withdrew from his space and sat back down in the chair across from him. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she regarded his appearance.  He would have found her gaze uncomfortable if it weren’t for the fondness in her eyes.

“I made a mistake when I left with Sasuke.  Well, maybe not a mistake.  I had to go with him; he’s all I ever wanted.”

“I know,” Kakashi responded. “I figured it out when you were leaving, but I wasn’t going to try to stop you from being happy.”

Sakura bit her lip as Kakashi spoke, his tone devoid of bitterness and resentment.  She only received his support and understanding; the same things which caused a dangerous squeezing in her chest and made her toes curl.  

“I had to go with Sasuke so I could move on from him; I wouldn’t have been able to realize it until I was alone with him.  He doesn’t love me.  Sasuke thinks he loves me; he was trying to have a relationship with me.  But I’m an obligation, the only thing he has left of a family besides Naruto.  And he doesn’t realize that it’s part of the problem.  He sees me as the thirteen-year-old that he left on a bench, the girl that won’t stop loving him.”

Sakura took a moment to think about what she wanted to say next.  Her eyes were dry at least; she had run out of tears for Sasuke during her journey back home.  Kakashi was silent when she spoke, but it didn’t have the same oppressive feel as it did when she was alone with Sasuke.  Kakashi understood that this conversation was something that needed to happen.

“Sasuke brought me into a village full of strangers and tried to marry me without even asking if it’s something I wanted to do.  And all I could think was it was my fault.  I told him I loved him so much that he took it for granted.  I thought I wanted to marry him, but now I know I wanted a relationship.  That’s not something Sasuke knows how to do.

“I couldn’t let myself think about you when I was gone; it wasn’t fair to compare you to Sasuke no matter how much I missed you.  I was too afraid of what it meant; that I was a horrible cruel person who broke up with you because I didn’t realize we were dating.”

“To be fair, I didn’t realize we were dating either.”

Kakashi’s dry comment caused a giggle to rise from her chest, diffusing some of the tension in the air.  

“I’m so relieved this isn’t just me who feels this way.  I really like you and I want more than friendship.  Maybe I love too easily, I don’t know.  I don’t want to make the same mistake with you like I did with Sasuke, to try to force a relationship that doesn’t belong.  How much do I feel is real, and how much is just my heart looking for a way to move on from Sasuke?  I don’t know.  I wish I could tell you.”

Kakashi hummed.  “What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t want to mess this up.  I want to be with you, but maybe we should take it slow.  You’re really important to me and the last thing I want to do is embarrass you.”

“I doubt I could be embarrassed by you, but I see your point.”

“Oh, okay. Good.”  Sakura took in Kakashi’s appearance again.  Despite her attempts to straighten his hair, it was still messy. The urge to sink her hands in his hair as she pulled him close made her fingers twitch.  “Can I have a kiss?”

“I thought you wanted to take it slow?”

Sakura opened her mouth to explain it was important to understand their physical attraction too, but she didn’t have a chance to speak.  Kakashi’s hand shot out to pull at the oversized shirt to tug her forward as he leaned her direction.  She let out a squeak that was promptly swallowed by his mouth, his hands sweeping across her back as he discovered where he wanted to place them.

Sasuke’s kisses had been like the seashore, nibbling at her toes pleasantly before retreating. Kakashi was the whole ocean, his lips a promise that spoke of untold depths and an endless horizon.  Sakura was short of breath, terrified by how easy it was to drown in his touch.  

Fortunately, Sakura could walk on water.  

Sakura forced his hand out from under her shirt and pushed him away.  She raised her hands to her mouth, feeling the smile that had made its way across her lips.  Kakashi’s mask pulled down around his neck allowing her to get a proper view of his face. Even when they had dinner together, she had only caught brief glimpses of it from the corner of her eye.  She couldn’t help but laugh at his dazed expression as she gave him an affectionate swat on his shoulder.

“That is not slow!  Don’t be so greedy.”

“Sorry,” Kakashi apologized, the satisfied smile on his face contradicting his words.  He glanced at the clock.  “It’s pretty late and I still need to get ready for bed.  We should call it a night.”

Sakura stretched, popping her back.  “The bathroom is all yours.  I’m going to bed.”  She was delighted to see Kakashi’s face turn red, his face flushing in a way that made her question who was the pretty one in their relationship.

“Ah.  Uh.”  Kakashi cleared his throat.  “I never got around replacing the pillows.”

“Oh.  Well, I didn’t sleep with all them, so I have a couple of clean ones sealed away.”  Sakura left the room to dig into the bag for the scroll.  Kakashi walked around her to step into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.  

Sakura stepped into the bedroom, freezing when she saw the bed.  She took it all in and then started counting.

One, two, three…

Kakashi had twelve blankets.

Sakura unsealed the scroll and tossed the four pillows she hadn’t used as a mattress on the bed. She had a feeling there was a story behind it, but she would tease him about it later.  For now, she was just happy to be home.

By the time Kakashi entered the bedroom, Sakura was already asleep.

Part Nineteen

[peggytrujillo-blog]

Oct. 30, 1943...Basic Training at Fort McClellan, Alabama

Dear Mother and Dad:

I guess you were a little disappointed, not hearing from me for the past couple of days. I’m really sorry. I was so crammed for time I didn’t have time to do anything at all. Thursday night we went on a night hike. We started on the hike at 7 o’clock. We got back at 2 in the morning. We marched for about 15 miles up in the mountains (it was out of the camp area) and back. It was about 15 miles all together. We came back on the post and pitched our tents and tried to sleep for 4 hrs. Boy! did it get cold. The fellow I was sleeping with rolled over and knocked down the tent pole. (by the way - this was a tactical march. No one was allowed to talk or smoke.) So we got up and made one roll. This saved us some hurrying. Because they woke the other fellows up and why had 10 minutes to make up their pack. We were supposed to have the next morning off. I slept right through breakfast. Then I had to get ready to fall out for drill at 10:30 so we could practice for a Battalion parade on Friday. The company marches in a mass. All the platoons march in close. Then I had to go on guard duty. I had about 1 1/2 hours to get my gun clean, (they inspect them and the soldier before guard mount), get myself clean and shine my shoes, etc. I was lucky - I got the 3rd relief. It was from 10 - 12. I didn’t get to bed until about 1. The charge of quarters forgot to wake our hut up. Some one woke up at 6 o’clock - we had to fall in for reveille at 6:10. 3 guys did’t make it - consequently - K.P. I just made it. We are leaning how to operate the machine gun and mortar in detail now. Today we had 2 hrs. of map reading. We learned how to use a compass. In the afternoon we had two hours of machine gun mount drill. The first hour we made a low mount. Everybody had to keep close to the ground. It was some job crawling along that ground lugging a tripod or the gun. The gun and the tripod weigh 45 lbs each. We had to lay on the ground while we got the gun mounted and ready for firing. Of course, it has a certain procedure. Each one has a certain job to do. I got my pants full of dirt and rocks. Boy! did feel good to get a shower. Oh! yes. we had a Regimental parade. It was the same as a Battalion parade only larger. There were about 3,000 men in it. There were 3 (?). We march to music. The whole regt. was in step. You should have seen it. Don’t mind this dirty paper. It is getting to the bottom of the pack. I’m glad you sent me some more. I really enjoyed getting that box. It had a lot of stuff in it. The fudge was very good. I liked the home made fudge best. The cookies were good too. I took all the 5¢ bars on the hike with me. They came in handy. I finally got a letter from Pal. I was sure glad to hear from him. I also got a letter from Mrs. Furterer and Jean Small. I have a lot of writing to do tomorrow. We get paid Monday or Tuesday. You know? I never got paid that money for transportation to Fort Meade. I never gave it a second thought until a couple of day ago. Maybe it will be in the pay. We get paid in cash. Tonight I let everything go so I could go to the movies and write some letters. The picture wasn’t a first class picture, but it was funny. It gave me some enjoyment. I thought you were going to send me all my pictures. I’d like to have them. I want to show them to the fellows in the hut. They were in my desk drawer. I’d like very much to have them. Guess who I got a letter from? Mr. Baurn! It was 5 pages long. It was nice hearing from him. His letter was very interesting. I like to get long letters. I’m sorry I can’t answer you letter I got today, but I left them in the hut. I’ll answer it tomorrow. I’m going to send some of the letters home. You can keep them for me if you want or you can throw them away. I’d rather you keep them. Did I tell you I got a dollar from Mrs. Furterer? Wasn’t that nice of her? I hear Justus is going home on a furlough. I have to write to the school tomorrow. (Sharon Hill) I’m going to write to Miss Griffith, too. I got the Colwyn School paper. I didn’t even read it yet. I haven’t had time. How did S.H. make out this Saturday? I hope they won. I guess they didn’t though. We are going on the rifle range again Monday. The C.O. won’t tell us what kind of shooting we are going to do. He wants it to be sort of a surprise. I got my glasses. They fit pretty good. They are a little tight. I got two pair. They are just as good, if not better than the one you bought. What about the radio? You didn’t mention it in any of your recent letters. I hope you can get it fixed. Let me know about it will you. Those sox you bought and sent me were O.K. If you can, send me some more. I could use some sweat sox too. I’m trying to get enough sox and underwear so I can change every day. I have 3 pair of cotton sox, but they are only good for dress. If you wear them during the day or on a hike, you will get a lot of blisters. My feet have been O.K. so far. They get tired sometimes though. I hope everyone at home is O.K. Give my regards to Grandpop and Aunt Nellie’s family. Does Ruthanne say anything yet? Well, so long now. I’ll write tomorrow.

                                                         Lots of love,                                                          Billy

P.S. Don’t forget about he radio and pictures.