Mirage Page #3

They beat the sh*t out of me.

Oh easy Angja, I love

you very much.

I love you very much.

F*** is your problem?

-Are they stolen?

-How much?

You know kid,

you're lucky that you're good

friends with my son, Levi.

Otherwise I'd screw

your mother.

Levi complained that he has

some problems in Macedonian.

The teacher is

some Bosnian, isn't he?

Yes.

F*** the state where Bosnians

teach Macedonians Macedonian.

I thought...

Fool.

I know school isn't his thing,

I mean I wasn't good either.

F*** school.

Even if you graduate,

you can't get a job.

And you...

What do you have in

Macedonian?

An A.

Oh bravo.

Listen...

Why don't you come to our house and

help Levi with his Macedonian?

You're friends.

Help him a little to write

some story, a poem, for a D.

Is that a deal?

Deal.

Go on.

-Where did you get it?

-His Dad's a cop.

-Let's knock off somebody.

-Let's knock up your sister.

Leave my sister alone.

-May I see it, we're friends.

-Later, later.

Please, we're buddies.

I was expecting more from you.

No patriotism, no rhythm.

Random words.

Sun, birds, branches.

Please.

What kind of

verse is this?

To touch a piece of earth?

What does this mean?

Marko, you didn't even try.

I'm very disappointed.

Shame on you.

Shame.

You know what this is?

I'm gonna blow your brains out.

You're in a very delicate situation.

You're in sh*t up to your chin.

Do you know

what this is?

We've got to fix the marks.

We wanna be like you.

"The example".

Listen, one more time,

we're gonna burn the books.

And you're coming with us.

Is that clear?

Understand?

We don't want bad marks,

otherwise "kaput".

Bang.

That's life. F***ed up and short.

Can I see your gun?

I need it.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

Teach me how to shoot.

There are other ways

to fight. Go home.

I have no home. No home.

I don't have a home.

I need it. I need it. Understand!

Monkey, do you know

what this is?

Feel the weight,

relax your arm.

Allow it to become

a part of you.

Get your balance.

Stand straight.

Don't lose your balance.

Come on...

With two hands.

Now...

Stop thinking.

Be the bullet.

Watch the target.

Don't lose it.

Now.

Ah here's Marko waiting for us.

How are you doing?

Let's go.

Cobra, you're writing is

worse than a bushman.

Muttie...

A poem, "Lenka".

Since Lenka... stop hitting me...

started moaning in the corn,

Stavre screwed her...

Don't be so rude,

-Bravo!

-That's great!

Muttie... A+.

-Champion, champion.

Marko,

you're next.

Come on, Marko.

Come on, Marko, a poem,

a**hole, recite.

Recite, a**hole. Gimp, recite.

Come on, a**hole.

Don't look at me -- recite.

Poet, recite.

Recite, gimp.

Gimme the lighter!

-Come on, Levi, do it now.

F*** him up!

Open up! Open the door, you idiots!

I'm gonna kill you!

I saw you! I saw you,

you little punk!

You promised...

Paris, Paris,

you promised...

You promised that you'd

take me with you.

-The school is supposed to

represent our future.

Yesterday's scene is one of

anarchy, a picture of disaster.

So boy, I will not let your

disaster become the disaster

for the other children.

I will not let...

I will not let punks like you

destroy the honor of our school.

The honor of this town,

of this country.

Your teacher tells me that

you are starting...

to smell of alcohol and cigarettes,

clearly you are not studying,

clearly you do not belong

behind one of his desks.

I want to know who

your friends are.

I want you to write their

names on this piece of paper.

I want a list of your friends.

Hallo...

We have made a report. We

will inform you of any progress.

Horrible.

(in Albanian) -Hi.

-How are you?

I am very good, thanks.

Lookie, lookie, who we have here?

I know this artist.

He was turned in before.

He's into perfumes.

Screw your mom, you punk.

I didn't know you

were such a scum.

If you were my son,

what I'd do to you.

I'd break your arms so you could

light a fire with your little dick.

You little sh*t.

Once in my hands, you won't be

forgetting Uncle Blashko.

I promise you!

Let's go.

It's better for you to start writing.

I said write.

Write.

Stop.

Hey, what are you

doing in our place?

Are you trying to be

important?

Listen, you homeless sh*t,

now we're gonna talk.

What did you do to him?

I'm gonna do the same to your sister.

I'm gonna tear her apart.

I'm gonna kill you.

Do you know who

makes the rules here?

You just don't seem to get it...

How many times do I have to beat you?

How long do I have to f***

with you?

I don't know what your problem is.

-The gun.

-Levi.

Give it back,

it's my dad's...

F*** off!

Stop, you ass!

Is that what I'm buying you

books for? To be a criminal?

Shut up!

Your Principal shamed me in

front of the school.

Speak, you ass!

"Freedom, Fatherland"

(Macedonian Anthem)

Today over Macedonia is rising

The new sun of freedom

Macedonians are fighting

For their rights

Macedonians are fighting

For their rights

Again our flag is flying high

Over the Krushevo Republic

Macedonia is liberated

And now lives in freedom,

Macedonia is liberated

And now lives in freedom,

Fatherland is an evening star,

the shining North Star,

It is the grape ripening under the sun,

the wheat of sweet bread,

Fatherland is a white school

full of wisdom in beauty,

Fatherland is a great book

and in it a poem of light,

Fatherland is an old teacher

good like a father's gray coat,

Fatherland is a million wishes,

without which there is no life,

Fatherland is the golden sun

that shines on the Earth forever,

Fatherland is a sheltering sky

under which a man can calmly sleep,

Fatherland is everything in

this world; freedom, justice and truth,

Fatherland is something holy,

Fatherland is a Fatherland,

Marko, where have you been?

Are you okay...

Come.

-Where have you been?

-Playing chess in the train graveyard.

I came to return your books.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, I wrote

the poem for Jasmina to recite.

I'm sorry that you

didn't help me.

You promised.

Instead, you helped Levi

and the sewer.

I've learned one thing:

There's no escape from the sewer.

Marko, son...

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