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Only, probably, Chiang Kai-shek is

more concerned with what he writes.

But the people I'm writing about...

One should not be afraid

to look them in the eyes.

Our journalist

found inspiration.

At that moment the bus

was 140 kilometers away.

And if the accident occurred on this

site, then the victims would be less.

Three places intended for the

victims were still unoccupied...

"Five more minutes..."

Yes, print it out!

Do not look at me so.

I also need to eat.

If you expect me to treat

you, then no, it's too rough.

Do not be angry.

I already finished.

Let me.

It jammed.

We'll have to change places.

Here we freeze.

"You can sit on my seat."

Thank you.

Say thank you to

this kind young man.

- Excuse me, does your child already speak?

- No. He is only 8 months old.

And when can children already say

"daddy"? "It's not earlier than a year."

Thanks, bye!

- Say:
"Good-bye!"

- Bye!

"You almost broke my arm."

It's okay.

Such as you, you need

to drown in the river.

"You do not allow people to live." Why...

Why?

It's hard to be alone.

And I would not like to

be alone in the morgue.

I think it's not very good to say "I'm

excited," it's better - "impressed."

Yes... That's where the soldier is.

I want to talk to him.

I'm sorry... We're going to see my son.

He serves in Nis.

"You are not serving there?"

No, I serve in Karlovac.

"Do not bother with a man!"

Is this seat taken? "Sit down, sit down."

But one place on the bus was

still waiting for its passenger.

I gathered everything for him.

But I do not know what exactly he needs.

All you need, everything

will come in handy.

One two...

Three. Open it!

"Dear dad, ask the driver to turn on

the radio." Your Ivica and Mladen."

- And what does it mean?

- Quiet!

And how did they know that

there is a radio on the bus?

For Ivanitsa, on her fifteenth birthday...

Mom and Dad congratulate Daniel

with the sixteenth birthday...

Well, it's not me! I'll

go closer to hear better.

Do not go...

There are no empty seats.

"But there is one place there."

No, do not go.

We wish Dad a good trip.

Ivica and Mladen.

When we said goodbye,

bitter tears rolled

down our cheeks.

It's only when we part,

we understand how much

we mean to each other.

Let my song be greeted to you

and will fly to you,

wherever you are,

until the joy returns

and happiness with

you to our house.

Take a bouquet of lilacs

and my best wishes.

And keep in your heart

a place for me.

I wish you a good journey!

And good-bye! ..

And keep in your heart

a place for me.

I wish you a good journey!

And good-bye! ..

How little a person

needs for happiness.

And this girl to stay in living, it was

only necessary turn to the young man.

She could say:
"Dear Boris, you are very

handsome and we could become friends... "

Or he could say,

"I'm sorry, Alma."

"I acted like an actor

in a stupid play."

Tell her this, young man!

You still have one minute!

What a pity!

The truck is now less

than two kilometers away.

The bus is approaching the

marking of "147 km"...

The marking is "147 km".

There is one minute left!

40 seconds!

30 seconds!

25 seconds!

20 seconds!

It's 20:
33 on April 14, 1957.

In 18 seconds 8 people

will not be alive...

Joseph Barach, the driver.

Neven Shestan, a schoolboy.

Ivan Vukelich, an employee.

Maria Tomasic, housewife.

Michaud Petrovich, a soldier.

Alma Novak, a

conservatory student.

Rudolf Knez, the driver.

And Franjo Rosic, the

occupation is unknown.

In a few hours the newspapers

will write:
"Death on the road."

"Eight people were killed and several

injured." And their names will be given.

But no one will write about an elderly

man, suddenly turned into an old man,

about a young man, which will

never be able to thank the girl

for which he left his place,

which saved his life,

and about the former actor,

who forgot that only

people on the stage are

allowed to be killed...

And about one father, who

did not have time to

explain something very

important to his son...

And about one husband

who all repeated:

"Doctor, really are you

amputating her leg? "

And about the child who writes:

"Dear teacher, I'm coming back."

"My dad died in an accident..."

And about the ruined life of a man

who missed his last chance...

And about three children, whose

father did not help their talisman.

And about the conscience of one

coward who never woke up in it.

And about many unfulfilled hopes

that have collapsed plans...

And much more...

The film is dedicated to

an unknown the driver of

an unknown car, which,

having caused the accident,

continued his journey

and did not even look back.

When we said goodbye,

bitter tears rolled

down our cheeks.

It's only when we part,

we understand how much

we mean to each other.

And let my song

be greeted to you

and will fly to you,

wherever you are,

while in our house together with you

joy and happiness will not return.

Take a bouquet of lilacs

and my best wishes.

And keep in your heart

a place for me.

I wish you a good journey...

And good-bye! ..

I wish you a good journey!

And good-bye! ..

And keep in your heart

a place for me.

I wish you a good journey!

And good-bye! ..

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