Incendies Page #4
Nihad May.
It's his name in the registry.
Nihad from the month of May.
They gave him a temporary name
with the month of arrival.
There was no adoption
during that period.
It was the beginning of the war.
The orphanage was destroyed
four years later.
We must ask those that destroyed
the orphanage in Kfar Kout
to know what happened
to the children.
Between you and me, with what
happened in the region ...
there is not much hope.
They are probably also dead.
I'm not saying they're dead.
I say we lost track of them.
They are both dead.
We open the envelopes,
that's it, then.
That I will not allow, Simon.
This kind of thing is sacred.
Luckily, I have a history.
Excuse me.
But it is a little radical.
The warlord
that demolished the orphanage
at that time is still alive.
And he may know what happened
to Nihad's children and where
they went.
It's already been an eternity.
You must understand
that during this period there were
a series of reprisals
which fit one another in
a sort of inexorable logic,
A warlord is exactly
the type of man who
has a long memory.
And he will remember, believe me.
Wallat Chamseddine,
is his name.
We can find him here?
If we don't find him, he
will find us.
But we can try something.
Would you like tea, Mr. Marwan?
It's your turn.
You will go
to the Deressa refugee camp.
You will come to tea
anywhere in the camp
with the person that invite you.
And you say you are the son
of the woman who sings
and are looking Nihad May.
You can not go there alone.
I'll find someone
to accompany you.
Welcome to Deressa.
Ha! Ha! You know where you
are going, Simon?
I know.
How are you?
In the name of God, you've grown!
I have finished my engineering studies.
I cannot find work, so I'm
a taxi driver now.
What brings you here?
I am with some foreign visitors, who
asked me to bring them here.
Welcome, come.
No, thank you, we're
in a hurry.
Please, come.
He is inviting us to tea.
Oh, good!
Uh, I wonder why you have
come to Deressa.
I am looking for someone
named Nihad de Mai.
He does not know Nihad de Mai.
He asks me what are your names.
My mother comes from the village
of Der de Om, in the South.
My mother is the woman who sings.
Yes, that's fine. Done.
Wait for what?
- Sarwan Marwan?
- Yes.
We are here to offer help.
You will be back in an hour.
Can I tell my sister?
No, you'll be back in
an hour, I promise.
I'll put on a shirt, just a second.
He will call.
He's going to go.
Ok! Do not worry, you can follow.
Ah, I told you:
the South,a spark and it exploded.
Oh, okay.
You have been luck with us,
we'll help in our own way.
You must leave the country.
It'll be easier.
We will find you a house and a job.
I want your life to be better.
We have many contacts
in America.
You gotta go with your children.
I know they are alive.
Take them with you.
The children will help
you, you'll see.
You cannot ask me.
Your children are our
children, Nawal.
Your family is our family.
Trust me.
I'll help you.
I'm here for you and
your children.
Hello, Sarwan.
Excuse my introduction, but
it is for your protection.
They call me Wallat Chamseddine.
Tell me, what can I do to
help, Sarwan Marwan?
You knew my mother.
They say she worked for me.
What can I do to help?
I am looking for a
Why you are looking for Nihad de Mai?
He's my brother.
My mother asked me to find him.
And how can you prove that
Nihad de Mai is the son
of Nawal Marwan?
My brother was
placed for adoption
at the Kfar Kout orphanage.
the original file.
The dates ... Everything fits.
Nihad de Mai is my brother.
Me and my friends, we attacked
the christian village at Kfar Kout ...
In response to attacks
that our brothers, the refugees,
were victims of.
There was an orphanage
in Kfar Kout.
I saved the children.
I took them with us.
We have trained and prepared
them so that they can fight
alongside us.
Nihad, he had a gift.
He was at unique.
And soon it became a
formidable fencer.
But he wanted to
find her mother.
He sought her for a long time.
Nihad, I do not know what
he saw or heard.
He started ...
a crazy war.
He came to see me, he
wanted to be a martyr
his picture everywhere
on the walls around the country.
But I refused.
He went back to Daresh.
He became a maverick,
one of the most dangerous in the region.
A real machine.
He pulls on everyone.
And then there was the
enemy invasion.
And one morning ...
They captured Nihad.
They did not killed them.
They captured him
and sent him to the prison
in Kfar Ryat.
He has been in prison?
Yes.
He is the executioner.
He worked with my father?
- No, he did not work
with Abu Tarek, your father.
- Are you okay?
One plus one ...
that makes two.
What?
One plus one makes two.
You can not make one.
Hey, you have a fever.
Jeanne?
One plus one, does it make one?
Are there are empty seats, no.
Oh, move ahead if you want.
Can I help you, ma'am?
Excuse me.
By becoming a hangman
your brother has changed
its name.
He became Abu Tarek.
Nihad de Mai is Abu Tarek.
We know that he now lives in Canada
under a new identity.
Nihad Harmanni.
Mr. Harmanni?
Yes?
This is for you.
My hand is shaking while
I am writing this.
I recognized you.
But you didn't.
It's a wonderful miracle.
I'm your number 72.
This letter will be delivered
by our children.
You will not recognize them
because they are beautiful,
but they know who you are.
Through them, I want to tell you
you're still alive.
But soon, you'll be quiet.
I know.
Because silence is
all to the truth.
Signed:
The whore 72.I speak to my son.
I am not talking to
the executioner.
Whatever happens, I will
always love you.
That's the promise I made you
at birth, my son.
Whatever happens, I will
always love you.
I found you.
You, you could not recognize me.
You have your tattoo
on the right heel.
I've seen it.
I recognized you.
And I found you beautiful.
I'll remember you with all the
sweetness of the world, my love.
Console yourself because nothing
is more beautiful
than being together.
You were born of love.
Your brother and your sister
were also born of love.
Nothing is more beautiful
than to be together.
Your mother, Nawal Marwan.
Prisoner number 72.
"When these envelopes
have been handed
"to the addressee,
"You will be given a letter."
"The silence will be broken,
"a promise kept,
"A stone may then be placed
on my grave,
and my name engraved on
the stone facing the sun."
My love ...
Where did your story begin?
When you were born?
Then she starts in horror.
At the birth of your father?
Then she begins a
great love story.
I say that your story
begins with a promise
that will break
the thread of anger.
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