Hanele Page #3

but it'll be for good.

You're making me wait a long time.

I send you messages, you don't respond.

You're leaving soon, to somewhere

far away...

You kept Ostrava a secret!

Where did you get the money?

Quiet! You'll wake dad.

I got it out of my sister in Koice.

You're ashamed that my dad begs

on the streets!

- You betrayed me!

- No!

Let me go!

You betrayed me!

You betrayed me!

But I still love you.

I want you as my wife.

Promise me you'll come back.

That you'll marry me.

- Let me go!

- I can't live without you!

You're beautiful. I saw you.

Ouch!

Hanele...

Forgive me.

Please, don't be angry with me.

Don't be angry with me.

Forgive me.

No, lojme!

I'll find you!

Even if I have to go on foot.

The last Sabbath at home.

Dad smelled the spices

so that he wouldn't forget the

fragrance of the Promised Land.

Then he dabbed spirit on his brow

so that it would remain clear,

on his heart, so that it would be good,

and neck, so it would be sturdy.

Have a good week, father,

have a good week, mother.

- Gite woch.

- Gite woch.

Always remember you are

the daughter of Israel.

If you meet goys, no matter

how rich and powerful,

show them the respect they deserve,

greater than they deserve,

but don't forget that you are a royal

child. A daughter of the chosen nation.

Hanka!

- Haven't you had enough for today?

- Why? It's light work.

They'll leave without us, hurry up.

And don't be so shy.

You're always alone, like a nun.

Have you got a boy back home?

- Who's taken my bra?

- Here it is.

I get so irritated. Don't you?

No. It's too quiet at home in Polana.

- What's going on? Turn the lights on!

- It's after lights out.

You can talk to me.

I know you get letters.

- It's serious, isn't it?

- No.

They were talking about you

at the Critics' meeting.

They said you avoid the others,

that you're not sociable.

Thank you.

Wait!

Slovakia, or Sub-Carpathian Ukraine?

- Sub-Carpathian Ukraine.

- They still waiting for the Messiah?

- Yes.

- When is He coming?

- In the spring, the rabbi had a dream.

- Can I walk with you a while?

- I'm going to have a quick lunch.

- Can I lunch with you?

I go to the dairy for lunch.

It's kosher, pure food.

Ah, yes, of course...

I'm always doing that. Sorry.

Would you like some?

It's all kosher.

I guarantee it on my own head.

May I?

Abracadabra...

A traveler has to have tricks

up his sleeve...

I have to get back to work.

I'm sorry.

Wait!

I have to ask you something.

- Has anyone said you have lovely eyes?

- Not really. I...

Thank you.

Who was that?

Here we go!

I forgot to introduce myself last time.

I'm Ivo Karadi.

- She doesn't attend Critics' meetings.

- She's strange. Lives in her own world.

In her own world, sure.

She's seeing some strange man.

I don't know who it is,

but he dresses like a goy.

We're all looking for something.

And we find it in the end.

Not in a foreign world, but

at home, in our hearts.

- You're homesick.

- I have to go.

Don't go yet. I want to look at

you for a while longer.

- And listen to your stories.

- It's not me, it's Pinches Jakubovi.

He tells them to anyone he meets.

He believes he's the lamet vav,

one of the 36 holy men on whom the

future of the community depends.

He's waiting for the angel of dreams

to tell him that he is the chosen one.

Hasn't anyone told you people

in Polana about equality?

- About freedom and free thought?

- That we're equal to Christians?

Of course. That sense of inferiority

has to disappear one day.

That goys are our equals? Not that.

The whole world has recognized

Polana as its equal.

But Polana hasn't recognized the world

as its equal. Wonderful!

I'm knocked out. Defeated.

Crushed. Destroyed.

I'm yours.

I'm crazy.

I'm crazy for you.

Don't be angry anymore.

I adore you.

Dub & Arnstein Co. - Enamel crockery -

would like to offer you

its conveyance and the services

of its traveling salesman.

Hana afarov is being expelled from

the hachshara for lack of discipline

and for entering into a relationship

with a suspicious person.

But she is not neglecting her work

She's not neglecting her work...

This isn't about work.

Our decision is final.

- They threw me out of the hachshara.

- What are you going to do?

I don't know. I'll go home.

- Would you marry me?

- I can't.

- Why?

- I haven't got a dowry.

Well, let me tell you something.

I'm not a Jew.

Yes you are. It's not difficult to tell.

My atheistic son was originally

called Isaac.

Look! We put a small salt

cellar in an empty napkin.

Isa!

You'll have one of the kindest

men in the world, my dear.

But he's a stubborn-headed mule.

He always does things his own way.

I'm glad, my child, but

I'm also afraid

that my boy hasn't thought about

the consequences for you.

Do you believe he'll return to

the Jewish faith?

- And if not, will you renounce yours?

- Ivo wouldn't allow that.

But what if?

What will your parents say?

And the villagers?

It might be worse than I thought.

Has the world ever seen such beauty?

I'm so lucky to have found you.

My rose of Sharon,

lily-of-the-valley...

I haven't felt this good for a long time.

Place me on your heart like a seal,

like a signet ring on your hand.

Wake up, lamet vav Pinches!

Hear the Word of the Lord,

Lord of the worlds whose anger

was soothed by your prayers:

The village of Polana will not be

crushed by an iron rod,

nor scattered like the desert sand.

It will be preserved, purified,

heresy will be wiped out,

the schism paved over.

But the Lord asks for a peaceful

sacrifice. One for the whole community.

Only one, but more terrible than

any other - death!

Death such as Polana has never seen.

Tomorrow.

Deliver it without hesitation,

lamet vav Pinches!

Death in Polana? Tomorrow?

Angel of dreams! I am the chosen one!

Lamet vav!

Listen Pinches, have you ever

heard the name Karadi?

No, must be some Turk.

- He's not a Jew?

- No.

You think that no Jew could ever

be called that?

No.

I didn't want to ruin the journey

by telling you this. But I'm afraid.

I'm afraid none of you will give way.

I wanted to stop outside the village.

I don't want them all watching

us arrive.

- They might take me away.

- Don't worry. I'm here with you.

- We'll find a compromise.

- This has never happened in Polana before.

- I can make a deal with anyone.

- You mustn't try to find me.

It'll be OK.

This is Europe, isn't it?

She's back from Ostrava with her

intended. Real leather suitcases.

Don't cause alarm. The less

commotion the better.

I'll come to find you myself. Tomorrow,

in a week, in a year. Even barefoot.

Don't leave me, my love!

Mother!

This is Mr. Karadi, father.

This is my father, Ivo.

Welcome, sir.

Welcome!

Welcome, Hanele.

Welcome, daughter.

Life passed so slowly here without you.

Put Mr. Karadi in grandpas room.

I must get you some food!

Make up the guest room, dear.

What a marvelous nose! And

Pinches said Karadi wasn't a Jew!

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