Winter Is Over
Louis Bernacchi:
Nicolai!, Hey, Nicolai! Get up and come with me, I want to show you something!
Nicolai Hanson:
What? Do you want me to go outside? Are you crazy? It’s Antarctica for God sake! It’s 50 degree below zero!
Louis Bernacchi:
Come on, man! Stop complaining! Go! Go!
Nicolai Hanson:
Where are you dragging me, Louis? There is nothing there but snow. That freaking white snow. I am so sick of it.
Louis Bernacchi:
You knew it was a crazy idea to winter in Antarctica from the very beginning, so shut up and come on! Move! Move!
Nicolai Hanson:
Louis, please, don’t act like that jerk Carstens! It’s enough that we have one idiotic maniac here.
Louis Bernacchi:
Carstens is the boss. All bosses are jerks! What else did you expect from him?
Nicolai Hanson:
Listen, Louis, I told him that I am a professional zoologist, I know how that stuff is done, and he told me to shove my professional ambitions aside and go digging out the provision pack. I don’t think he can physiologically understand a word I say to him. How are guys like him getting to lead a scientific expedition? I would not trust him to look after a single penguin, needless to say a group of highly educated professionals.
Louis Bernacchi:
He found forty thousand pounds for the expedition, you know. Those educated professionals would be only dreaming about Antarctica without that money.
Nicolai Hanson:
True, but Holy Christ, who gives money to jerks like him? What are they? Complete morons?
Louis Bernacchi:
Those guys are even worse than Carstens. The world is a bitch, but that’s the way it is. I’d say we just do our job in spite of all the bosses and money bags. You are a zoologist, Nicolai, then think of them as a kind of penguins.
Here we are, look!
Nicolai Hanson:
Where? I don’t see anything.
Louis Bernacchi:
There! Look straight! Open your eyes. See the light. It’s the sun! It’s there! Winter is over, spring is coming. The Southern Cross is on its way to pick us up.
We’re gonna make it! We are gonna make it!
