(shaking his fingers)
This is my house. I am a mole.
A blind little animal, digging and digging. You know, Herr Doktor, an old Hasidic rabbi once told me that when the righteous Jews of Poland were killed, their spirits began traveling through underground tunnels toward the Mount of Olives; for it is at the Mount of Olives that they will be resurrected when the Messiah comes. But when they reach the gates of the Mount, do you know who will be there to greet them?
Some other PATIENTS who have been listening to Muzelmann gather round, saying, “A mole, a mole!”
I suppose a mole.
(wide-eyed) Imagine, Doktor! There I am. Behind me, piled high, are the bones of the slaughtered. In front of me, the spirits of the righteous Jews are coming. I must protect the spirits! For if they touch the bones they will lose their purity and will not be redeemed. So I tell them, “You cannot pass this way. This is a mass grave--a cemetery of the innocent!” And now those poor souls cannot go back and cannot go forward. So there we stand, facing each other with blind eyes for eternity!