Cabaret Balkan Page #2

Bone by one.

The hammer weighed

7 or 8 kg.

Every single bone.

27 broken bones.

Three compound fractures.

All the ribs broken.

Broken skull.

Backbone injured.

That's not possible.

They put me together,

but not good enough.

I'm not satisfied.

They took one of my kidneys.

And the other one sometime works,

sometimes not.

You shouldn't drink at all.

But I drink.

I don't hold water at night.

As soon as I fall asleep,

I piss myself.

God damn him.

I would be better off,

If i was ran over by a truck.

Bad.

Really bad.

How will I manage?

Early retirement,

with no awards and medals.

I'm not complaining.

I've survived my own.

And as they say,

oldness - sadness.

I don't need anything else.

Ask for Dimitrij!

I've broken bones of hooligans .

How many women have i f***ed!

I can't even count them.

And I still can do it.

Can't I, honey?

Do you know you beat you up?

-Who? Who?

I did.

You're joking. -With a pole.

And a 9 kg hammer.

I thought,

I broke 32 of your bones.

You didn't resist.

-You're lying.

You squealed like a pig.

Do you remember now? -Leave me alone!

You found me in the car

with my girlfriend. -I don't' remember.

You pulled me out and...

-I don't remember.

You f***ed my mother!

-It hurts! Hurts!

Why? - I don't know.

For nothing, Dimitrij!

You hit me with a truncheon between my legs.

Between my legs!

What did I do to you?

-I don't know.

I reported you,

but nothing happened,

because you were a big shot.

I lied for 2 days

in bed.

The third day I got up, but i

fell back into bed.

My balls were as

big as a watermellon.

I didn't even dare think about

a woman.

It hurts,

everytime I get an erection.

Can you f*** now?

I can't have children.

Will you have beer?

I'm paying now.

Why ? Tell me.

Why?

Why?

Where are you?

Where?

Who are you?

What?

Come. Come here.

Slowly. Slowly.

It's only recreation.

I promised to take care of

Jelena, when you were in army.

Which Jelena?

Which? Your Jelena.

I didn't take care of her.

I f***ed her.

I had to tell you.

This has lied heavy on my soul for 20 years.

Today i made a decision.

Aren't you angry?

At you? Do you have

a better friend then me?

I don't.

Who fucks Jelena?

They're only women. Isn't it so?

Who got you your

first woman?

Who taught you how to play cards?

Who bought you your first record?

Who smuggled you every weekend

from the barracks?

Who put sugar

in your vans tank?

Who?

I did.

You.

Who got you

your garage?

Who?

I did.

Who poisoned your Lesika?

You poisoned Lesika?

We bought her together.

You trained her.

How did you poison her?

With poison.

You be damned.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I have a hard time telling you this,

but your wife

has a lover.

What?

You f*** Svetlana?

I used to, not any more.

You must have quarreled.

So?

Crush my head.

Yours?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Any more of it?

Your son...

What? He doesn't look like me?

No.

What shall I tell you?

Nothing. Hit me.

You?

I can't.

I knew about Jelena.

You knew?

I knew,

you would tell me someday about it.

It's funny to you.

To me it's horrible, kids.

Will you be nice to me?

Will you kiss me?

Of course you would like to take it from behind,

my Balkan swines!

I'm an honest son of a b*tch.

Our virgin.

Like a swine I

drag my heavy brain.

I am

one complicated son of a b*tch.

I don't give a damn!

That's knowledge and magic,

experience and fantasy.

I know the signs, codes, state

secrets, nature's alchemy.

I could harly find you

burek at this time of hour.

Don't you have small change?

I know all the main figures in Europe

and the gravediggers,

Worms where there is chaos.

Ghettos of paranoia,

hermetic circles,

exoteric circles.

Chiromancies, schizomanias,

necromancies, metapomanthies...

How boring, kids.

Ethnic tension.

Civil war.

Fratricidal war.

If you have a gapin wound, you should

pour boiling lead into it.

Don't wait for me to do it.

Don't be sorry about anyone.

If you feel sorry for anyone,

f*** him up until he dies.

Because death is beautiful

and the world is absurd.

Politics is insanity.

And I'm talking bullshit.

I rather sit in my spot

and drink.

Look at the sunset

in Dorcol.

I don't want to lift a finger.

That's all.

Mane, don't be full of it.

Why did you come?

I came to visit you.

To see how you're doing.

And how am I doing?

How are you?

Excellent, thank you.

And it will be even better.

And you?

How are you doing abroad?

I came foremost,

to see Natalija.

Leave my sister alone.

I want to put right everything.

You haven't dropped in for 5 years.

I had to return as

a succesful man,

with money in my pocket.

I had to leave this sh*t.

It's too late.

What is too late?

Should I die here?

To lose my life

because of some f***ing politicians,

that f*** you in your head,

and you keep silent?

That's true.

What's up with you?

I only have one life.

You're right, Mane.

I have to see her.

You've caused enough problems already.

-I know.

What do you know?

I know they threw her out

of the orchestra.

That's all you know?

I have to see her.

-I always knew more then you.

I have to see her tonight.

There's no light, Mane.

There's only candles burning

in this country.

You screwed,

for coming back.

I screwed myself too.

We're all screwed.

Should I drive all night in circles

do you know where you would like to go?

You just drive.

Drive.

F***! There's a million marks here.

Not a million. Several millions!

Some millions for you,

some millions for me.

You're full of it!

Do you know whose it is?

-I don't know.

Why are you then so full of it?

You musn't know for whom

we work, so don't sh*t around.

Topi, what shall I do?

-Don't cock around.

The guy in front of you

cocked around,

and I bit off his entire ear.

He yelled like Van Gogh.

Sit.

I saved this for you.

Thank you, Topi, thank you.

Did you hear about the situation over here?

It's much worse.

You've come to the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Knowing the circumstances

of Kozaracko kolo from '68...

We are from Kozara, Topi.

-No sh*t.

I've come to the conclusion,

that this is a special place. Right?

Right.

Everbody wants to get out of here.

But the Balkan is a barrel of gunpowder.

-That's very true.

Figuratively speaking,

Balkan is behind the worlds ass.

I call that the hemorrhoids

on the worlds ass.

Working title:

Pretty bleedy.

by me and people like me.

Why you?

Don't cock around.

Here, try.

It smells money and death.

You don't understand anything,

you forsaken son.

You mind if i smoke?

-No.

Do you smoke? -No, no.

Don't we know each other

from somewhere? -No.

You don't remember me? -No.

Didn't we meet somewhere?

Maybe on the train?

No we didn't.

You drink?

-No, thanks.

You don't even drink. -No.

You will drink now!

Is there a special reason?

There is. -Really?

The moment I saw you,

I knew.

What did you know?

That I will sit opposite to you.

And that we'll drink vodka.

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