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and think that i will forgive you.

Kids, i see everything.

I see and say nothing.

Times are hard.

Lunjo, provide the papers at once,

so they get out of here as soon as possible.

I would, but not even a bird

can't get out.

A bird doesn't have D-Marks and Dollars,

I have.

If so, there shouldn't be any problems.

Drina.

They're good.

Milan I'm off to the coffeehouse.

Don't stay too long.

Lunjo, come with me.

Sit down.

Brother!

Kenan Dizdar, my friend.

I need papers for him,

some clothes and a wig.

Papers are no problem.

But where should I find a wig?

Are you in logistics or not?

One more thing. When they released me,

they wrote down all the information about me .

I have to drop in the nearest

commander's office tomorrow.

You've scared me, damn it!

I thought it was something serious.

On week on the battlefield,

one week at home.

When it starts firing,

you bend and bye bye.

I'll get you the papers,

you'll desert and everything will be fine.

Thank you brother.

-You're welcome, brother!

Ljubo worked for all of his life in a Texas mine

in the USA.

After Milan's' mother passed away,

when there was nobody else left,

to wait for the postman with

a fistful of dollars

and take care of Milan,

Ljubo returned home.

He opened a coffeehouse

and brought home a piece of America with him.

Don't cut all of my hair.

-Stop it, it's fine.

Well done!

I don't know who's more beautiful.

Why are you scaring me?

Listen. I though how young,

beautiful and busty she was.

It turns out she has a dick.

-Shut up! -I'm sorry, bride.

You've cut your hair. Well done!

What is it? Did you lose all your

sense for humour? -Stop it.

Listen, bride.

Try out the wig.

If it suits you, I'll make some

photos of you

and you'll get the papers first thing tomorrow.

That's it, honey.

Lick your lips.

Tits out. Good.

-Come on, Lunjo!

You've f***ed up my frame.

Be quiet when I make photos.

It's good. Finished.

How's it going bride?

I pee while standing. I'm not used to

these kinds of toilets.

I see. You city girls aren't used to

our rural circumstances.

I'm prone to infections so I have

take care of myself.

I know dear. We women

have to protect ourselves,

cause men won't do it.

They don't care!

I've slaughtered a pig.

Ljubo told me to do so.

I'll wash myself then I'll fetch some

water. Come with me.

Come, you've nothing else to do anyway.

Milan is good. Fine.

You won't be alone in

the long nights.

My god, how good it is to have a man

in bed,

if only sleeping! -Mother!

If nothing else,

he warms you up a bit.

Let's rest. Come, sit down.

I live here. Come chat with me if you ever

feel bored.

Loneliness is killing me.

Howdy, Milena.

-Howdy, Milena.

B*tches! -Stop!

Hands up! Password?

-Get lost you crazy bastard!

You could have raised your bastard

better.

You could have shown who the father is!

What will you do then?

Look at them b*tches, running.

Why is there no water in your village?

He who destroys Godly creations,

will have his well dried-up, they say.

When our people burned down the village

and the mosque

our well dried up.

And what else can they do?

They have to go to their village to fetch water.

Nobody hangs out there.

They get the water and hurry back.

I don't care.

I've got water from them even

before the war.

It's easier to walk on a straight road then

uphill. -What's with the villagers?

In war people are like beasts,

like a herd.

The larger herd eats the smaller one.

The Muslims were good

neighbours.

They didn't manage to realise what

came upon them.

It quickly passed by,

for them it ended quickly.

Let's go, it's getting dark .

Sit, woman.

We're in no hurry.

Even if we were in hurry, we would

have nowhere to go.

What do those shoes mean?

So that the traces are not lost.

Did anyone survive?

For those that survived and for those

that didn't, it's all the same.

And?

What?

What is Milan like?

What are you saying?

Are you shy?

Do you feel awkward because of me?

Come on, you can tell me.

What is he like?

Is he good? Such a stalwart must

be good.

Pour water on my back.

If you intend to take down your tits,

you better lock the door first.

What did they tell you in the army?

They wrote down everything, got the information.

They will send Lunjo to inform me.

No, no! -Get lost!

We consider all non-Muslim women

as enemy.

We will deal with quickly.

For women, non-Muslim ...

Stop, men over here! -Prove it!

I'm male! Muslim!

Get up you lovebirds!

-Get dressed quickly.

Hurry up children,

the wedding guests are waiting.

Whose wedding guests?

-I'm afraid our wedding guests.

What is this, Ljubomir?

-A sweet toast.

And good luck!

Good lucky, newlyweds!

Who says I will get married?

-I do, son. I don't want to wait anymore.

I want to keep nice memories when

you two leave.

You can see how the times are.

Good luck! Uncle Ljubo,

I have brought the dress and the present.

Did you know about this? -I didn't just know!

I organised it all.

I promised Ljubo I wouldn't,

tell anyone about it.

Let Mecca and Medina know,

let NATO and Pristina know,

that nobody shall beat the Serbs.

Are you crazy? -Look at the dress

you got from the marriage witness!

I have one for you as well my bride.

Only I know. You have to look at this

from the positive perspective.

Firstly, after the marriage no one will

suspect, that Kenan isn't Milena.

Secondly, the military will give the

groom a day off.

Thirdly,

you will fulfil father's wish.

Fourthly, we'll get the papers so

you two can leave.

We you get to the west, you divorce.

Milan, Milena,

hurry up, children!

My daughter-in-law

will get the same present,

that my late mother gave to my

departed Gospava.

The bride is more beautiful then the groom.

A woman is in command in Rankovic's house

once again.

May she be alive and well.

And may she get pregnant as soon as possible.

Let it be known, that Ljubo is giving away

his son to be married!

Christ united you in one body

and in one soul.

Let the seed of your body

step onto the bastion of Serbianhood

and may Serbia stretch from

New York to Tokyo. Amen.

Slow down, master Ljubo.

We won't have glasses tomorrow.

I'll never do it again, Ranka.

Newlyweds,

I'm enjoying myself when people are happy.

Then take a photo, witness to the marriage.

When I say birdie,

press on the button. Do you understand?

When I go there

and say birdie from there,

peep through the hole.

When you see us all in it,

press the button.

You'll see, Batman

will f*** up again.

Birdie!

Why was this necessary?

-I don't know.

Ljubo couldn't wait to have his

son married.

I also didn't know anything.

-F*** that.

I mean everything around us.

Hatred.

Everybody hates.

Do you hear me?

As though they only hated each other since

old times.

F*** them! Listen to this.

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