Kenjac Page #4

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and I didn't love her.

Pere, I could stand him, but you...

When I took you in my arms,

you didn't smell like a child to me.

You stank!

If only I could have killed myself...

It would have saved me.

I'm ashamed. Ashamed

of my life. Ashamed.

You licked me...!

- He's licking us. You licker!

I'll go and get some more...

- Aunt, sit down, for God's sake!

The table is full. Stop

running because of us. Relax.

I'm used to it.

Dear aunt, since we came,

we've been stuffing ourselves.

You have to take it easy

with us Sarajevans.

We're used to having a can

with some onions for a whole day

I don't know if I can

cook anything normal anymore.

I cooked from the can for

three years... -Oh my God...

It wasn't like that, Danica.

When Ibro brought us smoked

sausage from Visoko...

Now that was a feast!

The whole apartment building

gathered around one sausage!

Dad! -What? -Davor.. Come on,

sit down with us, look at you.

Relax, have some water -OK...

Dad? Know what Luka says? -What?

Wha'? -So?

- It's funny to me.

It's funny to Luka

when you say bro',

but he doesn't tease you

because he's well-mannered.

Here's a drumstick.

Now go, you Bosnian hick.

Don't be like that.

- It's OK...

The kid knows it's a joke.

Luka! Luka!

Come and have breakfast!

Right now!

Hi, Ante.

- Hi.

Hi. Cana.

- Ante.

Let's sit down up there

and have a drink. -Nah...

Luka, my son, come and have

something to eat. Come on.

Come on. -They're

taking Riki away now? -What?

Riki is going to be theirs now?

Yes.

- I don't want that.

But uncle Ante said that

Riki would have to go, right?

Don't let them.

- How my son?

Don't let them. -Luka!

- Give him the money.

Here it is.

What is it? -He feels bad

because of the donkey.

Come here, love. You feel

bad because of the donkey?

Luka! Luka!

I'd sit and have a drink,

but dad's in a hurry.

It's OK, maybe some

other time. -Hold it, hold it.

Luka! Come over here.

Riki belongs to Luka.

Ante, give the money back.

There's nothing to give back.

We've done the deal.

You haven't done a thing.

Here.

How much is there?

- 500 marks.

Here's a thousand.

My brother..

Drive slowly. Don't rush it.

Danica... -Boro... Drive slowly.

- I'll be taking care of Riki.

And you come back as soon

as possible, you hear? OK...

Aunt... Look at you...

Be careful. -Don't cry.

- Look at her!

My Boro...

Try and stay a bit longer next year.

- I will. And you stay well until then.

Wha' up?

- Wha' wha'? -Wha' wha'?

Bye. Take care.

Dad...

So...

So...

Let's get going! Come on!

Good luck! -Bye!

- Take care! -Bye!

Praise be to Jesus, Ane!

I sold that ass of yours.

To hell with you and him!

I don't need that money.

Lube!

Ante?

Nothing. I just...

Are we going to drive

like this till Zagreb?

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