I have to go, but: in the post-war period, Bertolt Brecht became a worse pain in the neck than the Russians, the English, the French and the Americans, with his constant writing: "I am not accusing you of naive madness, but of conscious madness", "we knew nothing", "it wasn't us" is the naive monkey, and that is not you. I do not believe in your stupid naive monkey, what you are pretending to be.