“Then I fell in love, properly in love, for the first time. She was a young actress, also playing extras, also studying at the Reinhardt School. She was very young, very lovely, and it was my first real romance. She lived outside Berlin, beyond a forest.
After the show we would go to a cafe and drink coffee and look into each other’s eyes. I thought life held nothing greater, more poignant than those moments. Then I would take her home in the train and we would walk through the forest. Have you ever walked late at night through a forest when you are first in love? It was the Spring, the nights were tender and exquisite. We vowed we would love each other forever. I took her home, resented the parting, and had to walk back through the forest alone. That was in early 1914, that time so long ago, it seems, when the whole of Europe went up in flames.”
—Conrad Veidt on Lucie Mannheim