Divlje seme Page #3

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When I killed the policeman who

practiced his hand on my father.

Why should anyone care?

That's between authorities and me.

But no, everybody rise against.

The villagers came from elsewhere

to get me and tie me up...

Took me to the municipality

and beat me up. Beat, beat...

My fellow villagers!

That's the way it is.

They feel sorry for a drunk policeman

who used to break their kidneys.

They don't find peeling

the skin off my back enough,

but they also bring my mother to watch me

all covered in blood and disfigured.

Feeling sorry for them?

No way!

I won't feel sorry for anyone.

ivota!

What is it?

You don't cry for these bastards, do you?

Listen to me.

I've been planning for eight years

how to get freedom.

If Obren hadn't telling me about you

every single day, I wouldn't escape.

In this freedom, it was you who I saw.

And you feel bad for those bastards.

You kept coming to my dreams every night.

But I wasn't able to remember your face

in any of the mornings.

I wanted to see you.

And then surrender or leave far away.

Now I have you.

And you keep crying.

God has planted the wild seeds here!

All makes pressure.

I can't breathe!

Let me tell you something.

Keep quiet, and prepare

yourself for the trip.

I can't live in another place.

I don't know how!

Why did you ask me, then...

... to be your man?

Why do you kiss me?

You are my man.

Where I come from, they kiss only dead.

I'll go shaving.

I can't live in another place!

I can't!

Pal, I'm in a hurry.

Doesn't matter, I'll wait.

I'm from around.

Don't tight hard!

Be quick, jack. I'm in a hurry.

Bye, then.

Here.

Wife!

Wife!

Let's go, wife!

Let's go!

Get him!

Run!

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