Go West

Once, the most open socialist

society

disintegrates in the early 90's

in bloody interethnic conflicts.

The war in Bosnia and Herzegovina,

the central Yugoslav republic,

broke in the summer of 1992.

Following the Serbian aggression the

nations of Bosnia started a war to destruction.

Ethnicity was at the same time

a guarantee for life

and a shortcut to death.

Two homosexuals,

a Muslim and a Serb,

are trying to save their lives

and their love.

This is a story about them.

My name is Kenan Dizdar.

I was born in Bosnia. Muslim.

As such i was circumcised

after birth.

Excuse me.

There's a war going on in my country.

The Serbs who are of Orthodox religion,

hate Muslims.

The Muslims of faith,

don't like the Serbs.

The Croats also live there,

they're Catholic,

sometimes they like the Muslims,

mostly they don't.

I think they presently don't

like each other.

But this will stop one day.

They will lay down the guns and

forget about the massacres.

But they will continue to hate homosexuals

as before.

On the Balkans it's easier

to bear

if someone in the family is a murderer

rather then a f*ggot.

Go West

Dedicated to my father

and the great Sergio Leone

Sarajevo, summer of 1992

Comrades and colleagues,

good evening.

We are witnessing unpleasant events

in our country.

Yugoslavia, our country isn't

the one,

that we fought for.

We shouldn't allow the demon of war

to capture our beloved Bosnia.

We shouldn't allow

the shed of blood here.

We have been living together in Bosnia

for centuries,

Serbs, Muslims, Croats

and other nations and nationalities.

I have a gun for you.

-What the f*** will i do with a gun?

So the house won't be empty.

-I don't have a house, dude.

Just fool around!

When they come to slaughter you ...

We have gathered today, so that music as a

universal language

would become a universal prayer

for sense and peace.

The string quartet from our Academy of Music

will be performing.

So you don't want a gun?

F*** you, the gun and the war.

Stop it! -Ok, fine, it wasn't

intentional. Leave me alone.

A Serb doesn't attack another Serb.

Beware of others, Milan.

A musical prayer for peace

Milan, wait. What's wrong with you?

Nothing. I though it would be maybe

better

if they didn't see you with me.

-You're talking rubbish. -Seriously.

Maybe you prefer that blond girl.

-This has no sense.

What happened to you?

-No biggie, I hurt myself while training.

I am mad at you because you didn't

come to listen to me play.

I know how you play.

I've heard you for a hundred times.

I love your playing.

-There was something else tonight.

Something important.

-For who? -For all of us.

For me, for you. Do you think that all

those people came just for the fun of it?

Come here, let me tell you something.

Stop here.

First promise me that

you won't get angry.

Nod with your head.

You won't get angry?

Let Milan tell you. I find your playing

wonderful,

but you played for the dick.

What prayer for peace, you fool,

when everybody is preparing for war!

You should run. -That's the easiest thing to do.

Do i have to stay? -That's the easiest.

-Are you f***ing with me? -You're cheeky.

No you're nervous as a

peasant bride. -F*** ...

You should have trusted Milan when

he suggested that we should have escaped.

And i was persuading him that he was

talking rubbish,

until the war started and in my home town

to begin with.

They killed all the circumcised

ones on the streets like dogs.

They had enough time

and hatred in them,

that they checked everyone in their pants

before shooting.

Turn it off.

I saw my house.

Mother's linen rope

and the sweater drying off.

What's with my parents?

Keno, we'll destroy our lives

here.

We must go west.

You can talk,

since you're not circumcised.

You're really exaggerating.

-I'm exaggerating?

You don't care about the slaughtering

and killing!

Because your dick is according to the official

policy, you're not circumcised and Muslim.

Go f*** the Serbs and the Muslims!

Once in your life you have to obey me.

We have to go away.

Quick, quick!

Faster, get inside!

They'll kill me for sure.

-Shut up, calm down.

You, out!

You too.

Where are you taking them?

-Get back! Silence!

What is it, you Turk?!

Please, don't!

Salam Aleykum, Turks.

What, no answer?

There will be.

They will take down his pants too.

Mom, I'm afraid.

What are you doing?

Will you give me a kerchief please?

What are you doing?

Tie it up at the back.

-Hold the child, I'll do it.

People are afraid of flying,

darkness, closed spaces,

ozone holes,

all kinds of stupidities,

which they all forget once they

really scare themselves.

In peace time i was afraid they would

discover that I'm gay,

in war time I'm afraid that they'll

take of my pants.

Where are you going? Are you a Serb?

-Of course you are!

F*** the papers. -Look,

we're the same! What else do you need?

Milan got an idea in all the panic.

Instead of the Chetniks taking my clothes off,

he put me in a skirt.

I just have to put my wife in some safe place,

then I'll get myself armed as well.

Is the wife ours too?

She's mine, brother, mine.

Stop.

Thank you.

Muslims used to live here before.

I hope some survived.

We have to go west, Kena.

There is no future here.

Don't fear, Ljubo will take care of everything.

You don't know him, he's law itself.

Look at him! -Hello.

-Hi Milan. -How's it going?

What's it like in the city?

We're on fire aren't we?

What are you doing? -Working.

How are you? How is Ljubo?

-We're fine. Ljubo's fine as well, thank God.

You're always like that.

He'll die of happiness when he sees

you.

Did you bring the bride?

-She's beautiful, isn't she?

Beautiful and quite,

but shy.

See you.

Let's go surprise Ljubo.

Did you lose a bit of weight? See you.

-Say hello to Ljubo.

Stop! God help and hands up!

Password!

Hi, Alan. You've grown up.

-Password!

Don't play with this or someone

will shoot you.

Password! -Get lost.

It's Sunday, everyone is in church.

Come.

Milan!

Son!

My son!

Thank god you've managed to break through

the city. -Alive and healthy.

Hello, uncle Jovo.

Dad, this is Milena.

We've come together from Sarajevo.

Well done, Milena.

Let's go in the house children.

Milena, love, come.

Ranka, tell Ljubo to send more

sausages.

As long as you've come son!

Give me the plate.

If there wasn't a war going on,

this would be the most happy day in

my life. -I know.

Take this to Milena, she's hungry.

I will.

She'll like it better. -Oh?

This is from Ljubo.

Did he come? -He's in the house.

Is it you, you little Lunjara?!

F***!

Is it ringing? -It's ringing.

-How are you brother?

A good thing that the war started.

-Why? I wouldn't see you otherwise.

Shut up. Go. -Wait.

First the bride.

Lunjo must see the bride.

-Milena.

Lunjo, my best friend.

We're like brothers.

I was your friend.

-What are you saying? -You've been away for ages.

Then you come with your bride

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