Bread and Milk

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Yes. -Good morning.

You called, doctor?

Oh yes, Mr. Valentini.

It seems that you and I

shall terminate our sessions.

I hope we were successful.

Didn't you say... tomorrow

...that I could go tomorrow?

Something came up, you know.

We doctors have to fight

for our rights sometimes.

Just like anybody, right?

So what, are you guys on strike?

- Striking, yes, protesting.

This country's been acting

stingily to us lately, you know.

Sometimes, it seems that we have

more problems than our patients.

You did well in the program.

A day more or less

shouldn't really matter, eh?

Well, I guess it won't bother me.

- There you go; well done! Marta!

Yes? -Write up a nice letter

of dismissal for him, right?

So, how 'bout that Valentini?

- Fine, fine. Why not?

Pick up your papers from Marta

on your way out. And good luck.

Yeah, thank you, Doctor.

- Not at all, not at all. -Right.

Only... From now on,

take care of yourself, right?

Sure. Thanks again and goodbye.

- Goodbye. Ah, Valentini?

Yes? -Don't forget to take your

macrams with you!

Oh, right; I won't forget.

Thank you, really. -Bye.

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Didn't they say you're coming

tomorrow?-Yeah, they did, but

the doctors are going on strike,

so they let me out today.

Robi. Robi!

So how's the liver now?

Any better? -They said that

it's not... a lost cause yet.

Only... I'm gonna have to be

careful about what I eat.

They gave me a list,

it's all written here.

I'll fix this up for you.

Only, please...

Of course. -No more.

- No way, 'course not!

What can I get you?

- What'cha got? -Got tea...

And some vitamin drink.

- Oh... let's have vitamins.

I'm gonna go wash my hands.

I'm all sticky... from the bus.

All this time, I dreamt spaghetti.

There's other foods too, only...

nothin' beats spaghetti. You see,

if I don't get my spaghetti,

then I start gettin' nervous.

And you make'm the best.

Good thing they thought up,

the Italians. -Chinese. -What?

The Chinese invented spaghetti.

- Since when the Chinese?

I'm going to Italy next week.

- Robi! -Yeah? For what?

Work.

What do you mean by work?

To work... pickin' apples.

- Yeah? For how long?

Whatever.

- Don't you have school?

Gimme a break, I don't

feel like it any more.

You don't feel like it any more?

You have to have a profession!

You're not gonna be a wetback for

those jumpin' Italians, are you?

Why jumping? -'Cause they wear

those ugly jumpers. None of us

would ever put one of those things

on, even if threatened with a gun!

And they carry themselves as if

they were holdin' God by his balls,

although they haven't won a single

war in two thousand years!

So what if they didn't?

- What do you mean, so what?

What if Manchester United didn't

win a single game in the past

two hundred years?

What's so funny?

What a... comparison!

At least it pays, you know.

- That's what I'm saying;

you're just cheap labor for them.

They're all the same: Americans,

Germans, Italians, Swiss,

all of' em... -Come on, eat!

Only, history changes. The roles

can switch around quickly.

We could just crack up. The Nato

base in Aviano is right over there,

Right over there! We just occupy it

and then half of Europe is ours.

What does this have to do with

Robi? -Of course it has!

We, Slovenes, never let

ourselves get f***ed with.

Never, huh? -Nope, never did.

Just look at the Serbs, how we

whipped their butts. Even at

football. What was the score? -3:3.

Is that all? Or did you forget

to mention anyone?

Austrians, not to mention

the Austrians. Same sh*t!

You get it Robi.

Sorry. Sometimes I get carried

away. He just irritated me.

It's alright.

Mom!

Who is it?

- Cernigoj.

So, what does he want ...?

- Nothing.

Mom's started workin' for them;

cleans up twice a week.

What for?

For money. -Why the Cernigoj's?

- I don't know. Why not?

Nobody will recognize you,

not even the youth...

What do you mean, you don't

get it? It's all natural, all natural

...the ozone hole and...

and this radioactivity

and rain forest depletion,

and polyvinyl and nuclear wars.

It's natural.

Even this...

Have you seen my walkman

anywhere? -No, why?

I'm gonna sell it to someone.

- Why would you wanna do that?

'Cause I don't even have

the money for cigarettes.

First of all, you shouldn't even

be smoking.

C'mon, sit down.

Your dad's very vulnerable

right now. You know how it is.

Try to be nice to him. At least

for a little while. Will you?

C'mon, you don't exactly

have to smoke in front of me!

Ivan...

Ivan...

Go to bed.

- Huh?

Go to bed. -You go to bed

with me. C'mon...

I'm going to the Cernigoj's.

Gotta go clean up a bit and do

some ironing. You can stop off

at the store in the meantime.

I left a note in the kitchen,

and money. Oh, and have

a talk with Robi, please. He's

started going to the Tavern;

he came home at five

in the morning again.

Robi! Hey!

Wake up. Hey, hey...

Good morning, Robi. Morning.

I brought you some vitamins.

Is it good? -Oof!

How much did you put in?

Three... three spoonfuls.

I hate how, you know, some

people are stingy with it...

Is that what they taught you

...over there?

Yeah. They said that I have to

live like a baby from now on.

And you already get up about

as early too.

I have to, you know.

Gotta set up some sort of ...order.

Strayed a bit ...too far, you know.

I heard that you've been coming

home really late from the Tavern.

Hmm? -Hmm? -Is that true?

Some people've been asking

where you've been hiding so long.

Yeah? Who? -Oh, that guy...

the one with a mustache.

Aah, with a mustache; Sale.

- Yeah.

Well, I don't know;

I just don't think its right,

that you stay out late at night.

You'll end up like your dad.

Already my dad was like me,

and now you're gonna be like me,

and who knows... maybe

one day your son... yeah, well...

1 LOAF OF BREAD

1 LITER OF MILK

H'llo. Can I help you?

- A loaf of bread please.

What kind, white or black?

- Half half. -Haven't got any

half-half, just white or black.

- Then gimme a loaf of black bread.

Here you go. -Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Thank you.

Here... -Thank you.

- Here, help yourself to a bag.

Would you please show me what

you've got there in your pocket?

What? What I have in my pocket...

- Please, if you'd show me...

A wallet... and I've got a bag

in my pocket. -OK. -Yeah.

Two hundred twenty.

I don't have change.

- Fine, here you go.

You could at least apologize.

- I apologize, I apologize.

What do I have in pocket!

Well, couldn't tell what was

in it. -Yeah, it's alright, just fine.

I apologize.

- Thank you. -Good day.

C'mon down!

Yeah, just as we'd agreed upon.

At seven, right. Yeah, wait a sec...

Ivan! Ivan! Listen,

I'll call you back later.

Armando? -Look who's here!

- I can't believe it!

So, how's it going? Look at you!

- We get by, what else can I say.

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