Day After Day Page #5

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It's intolerable,|not to bury mother.

It's what she wanted.

She couldn't stand graves|nor funerals.

She hated all that.

She never told me that.

There were things she|kept from you.

Give her body to science?!

That's really not her style.

Yes, it is her style.

That too is her style.

Do you hear me?|3,000 shekels.

He's a friend.

Let me talk to him.

Wait a minute. Wait.

Bring them and come down|to the bakery.

I'm not signing.|- We've already discussed it.

Do you accept 3,000 shekels?

Let me speak.

Are you out to ruin me?

Don't talk like that.

What do you want?

I'd rather buy than sell.|Let's go downstairs.

Wait a minute.

The street is no place|for doing business.

Let's go down and talk.|The street is no place for business.

If this goes on, we won't sell|and we'll lose everything.

You know what?|I'll wait here.

That's what we agreed on.

I don't want any yelling|in the street.

Do you always want to be like this?

Go on... go on.

Let me bargain.

I've told you a thousand times,|I'm not selling.

Leave me alone.

What a smell!|- Good, isn't it?

Yeah. When I was a boy, I used|to come here with my grandfather.

I'd walk around among the rolls,|the bread, the bagels...

Long before Jules was born.

There was nothing here|at the time.

I love this romantic view the|Jews have of this country,

with their biblical stories|and pioneer tales.

Whereas we're still the same.

Yussef and I...|Our father, Mu'alem, was a teacher.

And what became of me?|A real-estate agent,

who goes from whore to whore|and trashes cars.

And my brother is retired|and owns a bakery.

It's no different|in the neighboring countries.

The places, the memories,|they're destroying everything.

Everything will be wiped out|and all we'll have left is books.

So we're talking politics now?

I want to know one thing.|Are we here to sign an agreement?

Did we come to sign?|I brought a notary.

Shukri, get the documents...|Sign the contract.

A promise is a promise.|Especially coming from Hanna.

That's true,|but I'd rather sign a contract too.

What if you die before me?

Then you'll have to deal|with Jules.

Everything is ready.|Here's the contract for you.

If Jules is involved,|I'll lose.

Is that satisfactory?

Is it okay?|Everything's clearly written down.

Satisfactory?

No. I'm not signing.

Wait, where are you going?|- Youssef!

Where are you going?

Moshe, is that you?

I'm at the corner cafe.|What are you doing?

Nothing.

Want to come and have|dinner with me?

But you're already eating!

Yeah. I meant, have a drink.

It's sad at home, Didi.|Very sad.

Look, I'm not dressed|and I don't feel like talking.

Why?|- What are you eating?

Nut and chocolate cake.|Last one.

Sure... - Really it is.

Why are you laughing?|- You always put on such a show.

What are you doing?

I'm reading.

What are you reading?

What do you have to offer|besides the corner cafe?

Want to go to a movie?

I don't know.

I met your mother|at the Lebanese border.

I already had a profession,|the family trade.

We didn't exchange a word.

I looked at her.

She was so beautiful.

I couldn't take my eyes|off her.

She was ten years older than I was,|and so beautiful.

Three months later|I settled in Haifa.

We met on the bus.

She talked to me.

Yes. Mussa.|She took the initiative.

Yes... An Arab who reads|Dostoyevski, why not?

Even then she was|full of contradictions.

I told her right away|that I was an Arab.

It wasn't so simple at the time...

with all the hatred around.

Every week I'd go get her from|home,

from her father's house.

That went on for two years.

Her father was the one|who brought us closer together.

Your grandfather.

When you were born,|we started to be ashamed.

Each in our own respective way.

Our relationship always|was mysterious, special.

When my father died

I inherited a lot of land.

She wanted to work.

My inheritance allowed me|to help her.

So we bought this bakery.

I miss her so much, Moshe.

No songs of victory,|No songs of praise

can help us now,

So sing a song for peace

Don't whisper a prayer.

Just sing a song for peace

Cry it loud and clear...

Let the sun rise

And the dawn shine

The purest of prayers

Will not awaken us

He whose candle is extinguished

and who's buried in the ground

will not be awakened by sobs

and will not be brought back.

No one will bring us back

from the dark abyss

No song of victory,|no song of praise

will help us now

So just sing a song for peace

Don't whisper a prayer

Just sing a song for peace

Cry it loud and clear...

English:
Ruth Shek

Eng subs ripped by|-=McLane= -

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