Go West Page #4

-Will you run away? -Who?

You and Milan or just you?

-As soon as we can.

Don't leave without me.

Take me with you. -How?

You mustn't leave without me.

-Listen, Ranka.

It would be better if this didn't happen

at all.

But it did happen!

You're mine now. Mine!

Stop! Password!

-You're too old for these games.

Password!

-You rather prosecute girls.

Milan! -Ranka.

-How is it on the battlefield?

How should it be?

-You have a beautiful bride.

Thank you. Are they ok?

-You know Ljubo.

He always worries about you.

Milena takes good care of him.

And you? You miss the bride,

is that why you're hurrying home? -A little bit.

I don't know if she misses you.

-What would like to say?

That what you do is great.

What am I doing?

-Saving a friend!

Saving what can be saved.

Don't worry, it will be our secret.

-What secret?

What you know, Ranka now knows as well.

Are you crazy? -What's wrong with you?

-They'll kill us all, you fool!

What's with you?

-Who will kill us?

Do you know who Ranka is?!

You'll f*** everything up. Us,

departure to the Netherlands.

They will kill us, because your dick

can't stay still in your pants.

What do you want from me?

Should I knit socks for

Serb fighters?

You don't know anything. You get high on

marihuana and you don't give a damn about anything.

You don't know Ranka!

Don't put me and Ljubo in danger.

You know how much I risk because of you.

Listen to me, Kenan.

You have no one left.

I didn't want to tell you this until we're in the Netherlands.

Your parents are dead.

You only have me left.

Make a decision.

I have no one left.

I'm Kenan Dizdar, a Muslim.

And I am not a f*ggot, Milan.

I'm not a f*ggot. Go away!

Away from me!

Get lost!

Will you kill me now?

-You'll get us all killed.

Where are you going? -To the battlefield.

-Aren't you free this week?

It's better in the trenches,

then watching this.

A Serb likes to join the army.

I'll be back,

when we get the papers.

I love you, Kenan.

Milan!

Milan ...

He who foreign happiness takes,

let his own be flushed with blood.

If there was no war,

if they weren't Serbs

and we weren't Muslims,

my parents would still be alive.

I would never wear a skirt.

Ranka would continue to poison this

village with fear,

Ljubo would be destroying himself with brandy.

Me and Milan would be just two

gays, that know how to hide

and learn to love.

Ljubo, a telegram has arrived.

My condolences.

Motherfuckers!

Let them die, enemies!

Heroic blood has ennobled

your fireside too.

Whose blood, priest?

Whose blood, god damn it?!

Whose blood,

you agitating swine?!

Whose, priest?

My blood!

Look what he's doing to us.

He doesn't allow anyone near.

Not even me.

I married Milan

and gave him a blessing,

when he went to war.

And Ljubo does this!

Let's pray for Milan's soul.

Keep on working, uncle Ljubo.

The password isn't important.

What are you doing? They'll hear you.

Stop playing!

Get dressed so they don't see you.

Let's go home.

Please, let's go home.

I don't belong here..

I don't belong here.

I'm a Muslim.

You're not the only one.

Alen's dad was a Muslim.

From the village where we go to

fetch water.

Milan's gone. -What are you talking about?

I am here, you have me.

My word killed him.

-No. -I killed him.

I killed him. -You didn't.

Calm down, it's not your fault.

It was his destiny.

He's dead,

but I'm alive.

What about me? -What?

Are you listening to me, Ranka?

I love Milan!

I love him.

I never loved a woman as much

as him. Do you understand?

That's not true.

I love him. -It's not true.

You're mine.

Leave me alone! -You're mine!

Leave me alone! Get away from me!

You're disgusting, I'm sickened by you!

Look!

They deceived us, Ljubo!

Milena is not Milena.

Your daughter-in-law is a man.

They deceived us.

Your Milan is a f*ggot.

You hear me? He's a f*ggot!

Don't talk about Milan in that way.

God damn!

You shouldn't insult Milan!

He's represents everything that is holy to me.

This is from Milan's

late mother.

There's enough money in here.

I don't need it anymore.

The papers have also arrived.

Take it and go.

Go and find your happiness.

For your and Milan's soul.

Come.

Go now.

Go west.

I curse on their mothers, all of them.

You're going west.

Lunjo promises you.

Don't fear.

Lunjo is with you.

I will desert as well.

War is a big pile of sh*t.

You know how much the industry

has progressed,

since we're fighting?

We must catch up with it, brother.

Like hell we'll catch up!

What can we catch up?

F*** it, we're slaughtering each other

like in the Middle Ages,

abroad they're making computer chips.

You know, how much data can a computer chip a

size of a fingernail contain?

A million! And where are we?!

Persecuting each other on hills and in

forests,

like we didn't have anything

more intelligent to do.

You must go west,

if Lunjo tells you so.

Go west!

Western Europe, 1993

This is all.

I don't have a home no more,

nor a violoncello, nor a homeland.

My parents are gone.

I lost Milan.

I understand you, Kenan.

We're all shattered, horrified.

Every day we listen to the news

and we know,

what kind of horror you go through in your

homeland.

I've only got the music left.

You want to hear it?

Yes, with delight.

But how?

You don't have your instrument anymore.

I'm sorry ...

I don't want to disappoint you,

but I didn't hear anything.

You should have told me to

play louder.

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