Not yesterday. This morning at nine. Some unfortunate eight thousand marks! At nine in the morning, it was something else. And then they announced a new dollar exchange rate, and I can no longer buy a tie on them, only a bottle of cheap wine. I need a tie.

How much is a dollar worth now?

Today at noon it was worth thirty-six thousand marks! Only thirty thousand in the morning.

George Crow is looking at his cigar.

Thirty six thousand already! It goes faster than a cat novel. How will all this end?

“General bankruptcy, Mr. Field Marshal,” I answer. So far we have to live.

P.S Read the quote, swallow a good Erzac coffee. Life is going on.)