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Yes. -Good morning. | You called, doctor?

Oh yes, Mr. Valentineie. | It seems that you and I

shall terminate our sessions. | I hope we were successful.

Didn't you say... tomorrow | ...that I could go tomorrow?

Something came up, you know. | We doctors have to fight

for our rights sometimes. | Just like anybody, right?

So what, are you guys on strike? | -Striking, yes, protesting.

This country's been acting | stingily to us lately, you know.

Sometimes, it seems that we have | more problems than our patients.

You did well in the program. | A day more or less

shouldn't really matter, eh?

Well, I guess it won't bother me. | -There you go; well done! Marta!

Yes? -Write up a nice letter | of dismissal for him, right?

So, how 'bout that Valentineie? | -Fine, fine. Why not?

Pick up your papers from Marta | on your way out. And good luck.

Yeah, thank you, Doctor. | -Not at all, not at all. -Right.

Only... From now on, | take care of yourself, right?

Sure. Thanks again and goodbye. | -Goodbye. Ah, Valentineie?

Yes? -Don't forget to take your | macrames with you!

Oh, right; I won't forget. | Thank you, really. -Bye.

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Didn't they say you're coming | tomorrow?-Yeah, they did, but

the doctors are going on strike, | so they let me out today.

Robi. Robi!

So how's the liver now? | Any better? -They said that

it's not... a lost cause yet. | Only... I'm gonna have to be

careful about what I eat.

They gave me a list, | it's all written here.

I'll fix this up for you. | Only, please...

Of course. -No more. | -No way, 'course not!

What can I get you? | -What'cha got? -Got tea...

And some vitamin drink. | -Oh... Iet's have vitamins.

I'm gonna go wash my hands. | I'm all sticky... from the bus.

All this time, I dreamt spaghetti. | There's other foods too, only...

nothin' beats spaghetti. You see, | if I don't get my spaghetti,

then I start gettin' nervous. | And you make'm the best.

Good thing they thought up, | the Italians. -Chinese. -What?

The Chinese invented spaghetti. | -Since when the Chinese?

I'm going to Italy next week. | -Robi! -Yeah? For what?

Work.

What do you mean by work?

To work... pickin' apples. | -Yeah? For how long?

Whatever. | -Don't you have school?

Gimme a break, I don't | feel like it anymore.

You don't feel like it anymore? | You have to have a profession!

You're not gonna be a wetback for | those jumpin' Italians, are you?

Why jumping? -'Cause they wear | those ugly jumpers. None of us

would ever put one of those things | on, even if threatened with a gun!

And they carry themselves as if | they were holdin' God by his balls,

although they haven't won a single | war in two thousand years!

So what if they didn't? | -What do you mean, so what?

What if Manchester United didn't | win a single game in the past

two hundred years? | What's so funny?

What a... comparison!

At least it pays, you know. | -That's what I'm saying;

you're just cheap labor for them. | They're all the same: Americans,

Germans, Italians, Swiss, | all of'em... -Come on, eat!

Only, history changes. The roles | can switch around quickly.

We could just crack up. The Nato | base in Aviano is right over there,

Right over there! We just occupy it | and then half of Europe is ours.

What does this have to do with | Robi? -Of course it has!

We, Slovenes, never let | ourselves get f***ed with.

Never, huh? -Nope, never did. | Just look at the Serbs, how we

whipped their butts. Even at | football. What was the score? -3:3.

Is that all? Or did you forget | to mention anyone?

Austrians, not to mention | the Austrians. Same sh*t!

You get it Robi.

Sorry. Sometimes I get carried | away. He just irritated me.

It's alright.

Mom!

Who is it? | -Cernigoj.

So, what does he want...? | -Nothing.

Mom's started workin' for them; | cleans up twice a week.

What for?

For money. -Why the Cernigoj's? | -I don't know. Why not?

Nobody will recognize you, | not even the youth...

What do you mean, you don't | get it? It's all natural, all natural

...the ozone hole and... | and this radioactivity

and rain forest depletion, | and polyvinyl and nuclear wars.

It's natural.

Even this...

Have you seen my walkman | anywhere? -No, why?

I'm gonna sell it to someone. | -Why would you wanna do that?

'Cause I don't even have | the money for cigarettes.

First of all, you shouldn't even | be smoking.

C'mon, sit down.

Your dad's very vulnerable | right now. You know how it is.

Try to be nice to him. At least | for a little while. Will you?

C'mon, you don't exactly | have to smoke in front of me!

Ivan...

Ivan...

Go to bed. | -Huh?

Go to bed. -You go to bed | with me. C'mon...

I'm going to the Cernigoj's. | Gotta go clean up a bit and do

some ironing. You can stop off | at the store in the meantime.

I left a note in the kitchen, | and money. Oh, and have

a talk with Robi, please. He's | started going to the Tavern;

he came home at five | in the morning again.

Robi! Hey! | Wake up. Hey, hey...

Good morning, Robi. Morning. | I brought you some vitamins.

Is it good? -Oof! | How much did you put in?

Three... three spoonfuls.

I hate how, you know, some | people are stingy with it...

Is that what they taught you | ...over there?

Yeah. They said that I have to | live like a baby from now on.

And you already get up about | as early too.

I have to, you know. | Gotta set up some sort of...order.

Strayed a bit...too far, you know. | I heard that you've been coming

home really late from the Tavern. | Hmm? -Hmm? -Is that true?

Some people've been asking | where you've been hiding so long.

Yeah? Who? -Oh, that guy... | the one with a mustache.

Aah, with a mustache; Sale. | -Yeah.

Well, I don't know;

I just don't think its right, | that you stay out late at night.

You'll end up like your dad.

Already my dad was like me, | and now you're gonna be like me,

and who knows... maybe | one day your son... yeah, well...

1 LOAF OF BREAD | 1 LITER OF MILK

H'llo. Can I help you? | -A loaf of bread please.

What kind, white or black? | -Half half. -Haven't got any

half-half, just white or black. | -Then gimme a loaf of black bread.

Here you go. -Thanks. | -You're welcome.

Thank you.

Here... -Thank you. | -Here, help yourself to a bag.

Would you please show me what | you've got there in your pocket?

What? What I have in my pocket... | -Please, if you'd show me...

A wallet... and I've got a bag | in my pocket. -OK. -Yeah.

Two hundred twenty.

I don't have change. | -Fine, here you go.

You could at least apologize. | -I apologize, I apologize.

What do I have in pocket!

Well, couldn't tell what was | in it. -Yeah, it's alright, just fine.

I apologize. | -Thank you. -Good day.

C'mon down!

Yeah, just as we'd agreed upon. | At seven, right. Yeah, wait a sec...

Ivan! Ivan! Listen, | I'll call you back later.

Armando? -Look who's here! | -I can't believe it!

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