Nothing like a good shit!
You believe in God?
That's the wrong question.
Does God believe in us?
I once had a friend
called Grunwalski.
We were sent to Siberia together.
When you go to a Siberian work camp,
you travel in a cattle car.
You roll across icy steppes
for days,
without seeing a soul.
You huddle to keep warm.
But it's hard to relieve yourself,
to take a shit,
you can't do it on the train,
and the only time the train stops
is to take on water
for the locomotive.
But Grunwalski was shy.
Even when we bathed together,
he got upset.
I used to kid him about it.
So, the train stops and everyone
jumps out to shit
on the tracks.
I'd teased Grunwalski so much
that he went off on his own.
The train starts moving,
so everyone jumps on,
because it waits for nobody.
Grunwalski had a problem:
he'd gone behind a bush
and was still shitting.
So I see him come out
from behind the bush,
holding up his pants
with his hands.
He tries to catch up.
I hold out my hand,
but each time he reaches for it
he lets go of his pants
and they drop to his ankles.
He pulls them back up,
starts running again,
but they fall back down,
when he reaches out for me.
.....Then what happened?
- Nothing.
Grunwalski...
froze to death.
