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How can you? You have sold such a good girl! So good!

It would have been better that you were making child with a dog!

It would be easier to me. Your father is rolling in its grave!

If you dont leave her, I am going to hang myself on...

... that dry pear tree, down the house! You know that!

Other daughter-in-law then Ambre I don't need in my house!

What? Why are you not speaking now?

Alia? Alia? Where are you going?

-You haven't understood her good! Stop!

-I won't stop! How can she hate me so much?

-She hates me and she didn't saw me.

-You have misunderstood her. You dont know her story and she doesn't know you.

-Would you like to go back to introduce me?

-No, not know. It's not the moment.

-When is going to be the moment. It's clear that she hates me.

-Your aunt likes me? She gives me pork. Is she better?

-Is your aunt better? What do you want?

-What I want?! -What do you want?!

We had many problems because of Selim. Even today

she is crying for him. That's why she is talking like that.

-She doesn't hate you.

-She is your mother. That's why you are defending her.

She never went out of Osmanovichi. She doesn't believe

that in Sarajevo Muslims can freely pray.

They kill all her relatives. That's why she hates them.

She hates but she is good.

Do you think it is easy for me? Do you know what

is that? I am dreaming of him every day.

Mother. They took me... don't you see, mother?

Don't give me!

-You have to find your brother if he is alive.

-I have already tried everything.

-What have you heard?

-Nothing. Just stories full of blood.

You have to find him, for of you and for Rabia.

If you find him, she will hate less.

-What do you think about giving an ad in newspaper?

-What can an ad do? -Because of the picture, you are twins.

He would recognize you. He, or somebody who knows him.

Nena. Nena. Don't you recognize me?

I can help you.

No. I will do alone.

You left such a mother in the hospital...

Mother, that's me mother.

I have brought the medicaments from Sarajevo.

-I don't need your medicine. -Mother.

-You will cure me when you leave that girl.

You will cure me or you will take me down from pear tree.

Listen to this:
Dear Alija, I am touched with your tragedy.

My name is Sonja. I study in Belgrade and I would like to write with you.

Leave that, every second letter is like that.

I didn't know it will be like that. This has no sense.

Who knows? Maybe we find some trace. "I am fan of Red Star."

What do you say that we go out?

We just read this. Please.

Milica, there must be somebody on this planet

who knows something about this.

Italy, Trieste. 1964

-Hello, boss Sabahudin-aga.

-Hello.

I see that you are tired...

It must be that there were a lot of people in the shop.

Until afternoon... nobody. Trains from Yugoslavia

were late. But afternoon... invasion.

-Where are these newspapers coming from?

-From some buyer in shop.

-Should all the lights be on in this house?!

-Sorry boss. Would you like to have dinner?

-Did you fix this lamp? I would like to

read something. -I will do boss.

-I worked all the time something.

-I know, legs on table, coffee and cookies...

-I could work like that.

-I was cleaning the basement.

-Who asked you to do that?

-If I am not good to you I can go.

-Where do you want to go?

-Where I was thinking before, where all ours are.

-In Germany. I wouldnt search for a job if I could go immediately.

-What Germany? Whose "ours"? There is no "ours". Learn that!

When you cross the border there is no "ours". Foreign language,

foreign problems, foreign water, foreign people!

Everything there is foreign! What is "our" there?

Dont be angry on the old Sabahudin-aga.

-How can I be? You have taken me from the street.

-Make me this lamp, I need to read something.

I will immediately, boss.

Sarajevo 1941.

Do you see Atif, all this beauty?

From today all this is yours.

-To whom should I thank?

-To Poglavnik (Croatian fascist leader) and to the State of Croatia.

Let's regulate that legalized with

Djordje Vilenjak, the ex-owner.

He gave you shop, Atif Tanovich.

Now we are going to play police and bad guy.

On your job, Croatian sons.

Brother Ustashas (Croatian fascists), it is start the day of Croatian mower.

We can't believe in Serbian wheat. Scythes is hands and on job!

If you refuse we are going to kill you too.

Milan, Milan my son. You are the only one who's left.

Revenge me, revenge your uncle blood!

Milan!

-I go to Rabia, in Osmanovichi.

-Because of me?

Because of Selim. She starts to get some letters.

Maybe she has a trace.

"Search him, search where ever I didn't.

In search for him you lost yourself."

-What? -Vasko Popa.

-Who is he? -One Serbian poetry writer.

-Poetry. Didn't you lost yourself on medicine?

-Yes.

-What is happening?

-Nothing.

-Milica, I was joking. What?

-We are just searching for your nonexistent brother.

-I can't do it anymore.

-Wasn't that your idea?

-Yes, but everything we got is foolishness and bloody stories.

Maybe he doesn't care about us. -I wont joke with that.

Who said that I am joking? What if we find him?

Are we all going to your Osmanovichi?

-No, we will go with your aunt to Paris!

-Why are you yelling?

Who is yelling? All the time something is not good!

Am I forbidding you to go to Paris?

-Here is your Paris to me.

-I didn't mean Paris. I just want something better for us.

I must go to Osmanovichi.

-Are you Alija?

-Yes, Efendija.

-From Rahmetli-Husen?

-From Husein and Rabija.

Well, well! Let's drink a coffee.

I would like to speak with you.

-It would be good to hurry. You are late, boss.

-Work won't go away. Sit, I would like to ask you something.

-Yes boss.-How would you fell when somebody says

that you are not you but somebody else.

-I don't understand. -When somebody in the morning

says that you are not more Hamdija Nogovich.

I am I, and I cannot be somebody else.

How can somebody else be me?

Ok, ok, dont hurry. I would like to know how you would fell

when somebody proof you that you are not Hamdija...

...that you religion is not Islam, and that you are

a Catholic, American, Russian or maybe Serb?

Would you like to say that I tricked you? That I am Serb and

that I present myself as Muslim so that you can take me?

No, you idiot. Read this article.

-Did you read?

-Yes, but I dont understand anything.

Its normal not to understand anything.

I am the only one who can understand that.

Me and maybe nobody else on this world.

Occupied Yugoslavia, Slovenia, May 1945.

Croatian Army is escaping.

-Atif, I am happy to see you in this misery.

-Where are you coming from?

From Osmanivichi, Hercegovina. I come few times

in the shop with Rahmetli-Kemal Osmanovich.

-Osmanovichi? -Yes.

-Tell me is there anybody still alive from Osmanovich.

-No, only me and few left.

-Its not possible that they kill so many.

-They exterminate us to give us back for Yugovichi.

-Sundry was said about that.

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