Mirage Page #2

A man can't even take

a piss around here,

Daddy...

Did you write poetry

when you were younger?

Angja.

Angja,

bring me that pot!

Marko, where've

you been?

Where were you when you

should be helping your Dad.

You like being served?

Go on, move, help your Mom.

Daddy supplies, Mommy cooks.

Who taught you that?

It's 12 o'clock,

What options?

What are you saying?

Foreigners?

Where?

In Veles?

Where in Veles?

Hotel International?

What are you looking at, pissboy?

It's just Marko,

the little f*ggot.

Punks,

Leave the telephone alone!

While I'm paying for the

phone it stays where I put it,

Go play bingo, stupid.

Shame on you,

You're killing your mom,

You punks!

You're killing your mom!

-Leave me alone!

-Who do you think you're talking to?

-A drunk and a loser!

-I see you slutting with that cheap f***!

Well, watch me then. All you

know is how to play Bingo!

What have you given me?

What? You wanna hit me?

You haven't given me

anything! Only Angja helps me!

You've driven my Mom crazy

playing Bingo every night!

Try to live one day in my shoes!

Live in your shoes?

You're a f***ing loser!

I hate this house and I hate you!

I'm leaving, and you can rot!

-Get out, This is my house if

you don't like it you can leave!

I hate you!

I hate everything!

I'm leaving!

I can't stand to look at you anymore!

What happens to birds

when it rains?

If it rains a lot,

for years and years...

... how would they fly?

Would they learn how

to fly in the rain

or would they learn how

to live without flying?

Careful, it's hot.

-Is it good?

-Excellent.

The school council thinks it's

good for you to read your poem

at the Independence Day Celebration.

But teacher, l...

It's a fantastic

opportunity to reveal your talent.

And not only that, but you would be

representing our school.

-Bon appetit.

-Bon appetit.

To touch a piece of earth...

"Train Schedule"

Excuse me,

are there any trains to Paris?

What? Paris?

Get out of here, you punk!

Marko, where have you been?

Just walking.

-Where are you going?

-Home.

Get in. We'll drop you off.

-How is school, Marko?

-Okay.

What's new?

My Macedonian teacher told

me to write a poem about

the Fatherland. There's a

competition, and if I win

-I get to go to Paris.

-Paris?

What a writer you must be!

Kocho Ratsin II.

-I'm a little shy.

-You shouldn't be shy.

Kocho Ratsin II.

I wasn't ever asked to do

anything like that.

-What are you looking at?

-What am I looking at?

Are you normal?

Do you think I'm stupid?

Get up!

Now we'll see who's the fool!

You're a mother of

great warriors...

You are a mother of

proud sons...,

Mother, you have

great warriors...

Wait...

Fatherland, my dear,

you have great...

Fatherland, my dear,

you had great warriors...

Great warriors

you have had,

You are our proud sons...

Ah, f*** it.

Aim,

Fire, Fire, Fire,

Lock, A t ease,

Get out.

I told you to get out.

I don't want to see you

in my class again.

Get out.

F*ggot, see you after class.

Out!

Oh, here lives the F*ggot.

Let's cut off his balls.

Hey, it's the Spaceman!

Get up, what are you waiting for?

Your Mommy?

Hi Nerd, you having coffee

with the F*ggot?

F*** you, Suckhole!

Get up, get up.

There's the F*ggot.

Hey look,

it's the Bosnian p*ssy!

Running away, eh?

Little dick!

Come back

you little dickie!

Bosnian p*ssy!

(chanting)

I just wanted to...

Sit down.

You first.

What's your name?

Marko Trifunovski.

You don't look very happy.

You have a family?

I'd be better off without them.

Friends?

Check.

What did you say your

name was? I can't remember.

Marko.

Marko...

Check-mate.

What's your name?

Paris.

Paris?

-I lived in France. Marseilles.

-Really?

Nice place.

I'd like to go there.

There's no way I'm staying here.

Everywhere is the same.

Becomes habit,

it's called adaptation.

I could never adapt to this place.

Kid...

Even the finest smelling flower

comes to stink in the sewer.

Angja, Angja.

Look at you, Marko.

It's not your fault.

Your Daddy should be blamed.

Sorry, Marko, I gotta...

Oh, my head is gonna explode.

What are you doing? Is this the

place for puking, you drunk?

Angja, Is this the place?

You disgusting...

You're all sewer!

You could have made

a sketch at least.

When I write I make a sketch.

Rhyming comes later.

Teacher, I was wondering...

Do you think that...

If I am a good poet...

Will I be able to leave here?

To breathe is to hope.

What is life without hope?

Marko, with faith and hope

you can go far.

Jasmina.

Come outside with your

slippers, you fragile child,

Come downtown,

as I sit in my window,

If I look at you with my eyes,

I'll take out my eyes,

If I try to touch you with

my hands, I'll cut off my arms,

Good afternoon.

Excuse me, Teacher, the

Principal would like to see you.

Continue.

-Your sister fucks n*ggers.

-Black Arab, black Arab.

Paint me with colors

of your heart,

Black dick, black sperm

Black kids

Black dick, black kids, gimp,

Black dick!

(chanting)

I'm going to screw your Mom.

It's not true!

Listen Marko,

you know it's true.

You know Fanny...

She starts from here and

goes bigger and bigger...

F*** you!

You know, now I'm

a little f***ed up.

We also want to make love,

(repeats)

Bingo!

Shut the f*** up you drunk.

Some people want

to sleep in this house.

What the f***.

My house, get out if you don't like it.

Get out,

f***...

Bingo!

Shut the f*** up, you drunk,

I hate this house!

Will you stay?

God forbid.

So, I guess

you're going?

I guess so.

Why did you come here?

I dunno...

I was on a train, for two days,

my legs got stiff...

Then I thought I'd get off,

stay for a night,

find some pudding...raspberry.

And then we'll see.

Are you kidding me?

I'm kidding you.

May I come with you?

Marko...

Shut the f*** up.

Please.

Okay, we'll see.

You're not bad

for a beginner.

Not exactly

beginners' cards...

-I found them.

-Clever.

Have you ever had a dream?

Everybody has a dream.

Don't you?

Me?

My teacher

told me that

my writing is my ticket out of here.

Ticket out of here?

Who in their right mind

would say that?

Somebody should put a

bullet in his head.

Ticket out of here.

Go on, get out.

The sewer is like a

boxing ring...

There are only two ways out.

Either on their shoulders,

or on a stretcher.

There's only one way,

the one that you'll fight for.

If you want to leave, leave.

But I've no money.

Who has any, pissboy?

Steal!

Get on a train, steal a car,

do something!

But what will I eat?

Sh*t.

Eat sh*t.

What do I eat?

What do animals eat?

Eat or be eaten.

Paris...

Did they ever catch you?

Are you afraid?

No.

Isn't fear the basis for survival?

Do you know why the gang in the

school is torturing you?

Because you are afraid of them.

Once you conquer fear

they will become afraid of you.

Oh easy, easy, Angja.

Oh mother, mother, where are

you to see me...

Oh, they beat the sh*t out of me.

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