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I am the only one who knows what happened there.

Me and nobody else. Lets smoke some cigarette.

On Christmas we slaughtered all Yugovich.

Only one male child stayed alive.

-Why? -Rahmetli-Hodza didnt gave us. He order us

to Islamize him. We gave him to Rabia.

-To raise him with her own son.

-You made mistake. This stopped long time ago.

-Yes. -Istanbul is far, and we are far from Istanbul.

-We should slather him too. Few days after Chetniks took him back.

Ones again there will be Yugovich from him.

What paper is that?

This is the only trace on which you can recognize him.

If I stay alive I will come back to finish what we started.

Alija should not know that his brother is Serbian.

His hate must be against Serbs until his death.

-Why? -How why? You told me that escaped from Serbs.

-I escaped but maybe I shouldnt.

-Those that stayed dont have any problem.

-They would all change with you, my boss.

-They would escape too, but they dont know how and where.

-That is our misery. I would change with them and them with me.

Until you come here I didnt pray at all.

Here can you see mosque only in newspaper or TV.

There are no Serbs,

but this non-Serbs are more harder.

-This foreign world with problems that I am never going to accept.

-Then go back to Bosnia if there is so good.

-I cannot my son.

-Why when you said that you didnt killed anyone.

I dont know what the people who stayed spoken

about me. Why I didnt died that day with Zulfikar?

-You didnt told me what happened after shooting.

-Nothing. I went to Trieste and open the shop.

-Hamdija, maybe this letter has bigger secret?

-What secret?

What if Chetniks made mistake, and instead

of their they took our child?

-Moment! Come in!

Buon giorno Italia! Buongiorno Alija! Come stai!

Buona sera, Parmedjano, partizano!

Letter from Italy. Love? Sorry it came yesterday,

but I couldnt gave it to you because I was with some girls.

-Do you have cigarettes? Should I take shoes off?

-Thank you. -Better not, legs are stinking.

-Allah imanet.

-Allah imanet.

-Yes. -Is good to him? He is speaking with

himself Italian. What is happening with you?

Read this.

I dont understand anything.

One letter came. Its on our language but I

dont understand anything. Please read it, its important.

Halil Barbaric, from today, for all Muslims,

after Allah is Ustashas knife is greatest sanctity.

Kiss this.

Sikter!

-I f*** you, your Serbian and communist mother!

-Allah is going to punish you, mister officer!

Sikterman. People, this is not our Hodza Halil.

This is Sikter-Efendia.

Sikter from me! Sikter! Sikter!

Sikter. I am Sikter-Efendia.

I am no Halil for you and your Osmanovichi.

-It was ones and never after. Sikter from me.

-I was crazy that I was coming.

-Read me if you want me to interpret.

-Here?

I read all and I know the truth. Crescent over Osmanovichi

can easily in shape of cross fall down in Yugovichi.

Death is where you should thank to life.

You dont even think that you will hate those...

...who you love and that you are going to love the

one that other told you to hate.

Dont search what is found and dont loss what is lost.

It is sure that you are not what you are...

...and that you are not what you are.

With the letter came this paper also.

He doesnt speak accidentally about Yugovichi and Osmanovichi

in same letter. He knows something.

-What you know about Yugovichi?

-I know that they were murdered in revenge.

Nobody would touch them if they didnt slaughter in Foca and

Gorazde everything. Grandpa told me that Chetniks destroyed Foca.

Who are theirs? Who are ours? How to see who is killer

and who revenges? And who started first?

What do you mean by ours? What are you saying? We were

and we are going to be divided.

-They are they and we are we.

-Take a cigarette, you are speaking too much.

-When we are the same, why there is no cross next to the crescent?

-Do you know to whom the Sultan gave this?

-No. -To my ancestor,

to Djuro Barbaric (serbian name).

-What Djuro? You are joking with me.

-Djuro. My grand grand grandpa Djuro Barbarich.

He took Islam and he started to be Safetbeg Barbarich.

And he did that because one Turk wanted to take his wife.

-And, to save her, he embraced Islam.

-I come here for letter and you are teaching me your origin.

I knew that you are stupid and that from one tree you

cannot see the woods. I am talking about your origin!

About the origin of Osmanovich. With my Djuro in

Istanbul was your grad grad gradpa Ilija Yugovich.

-What are you speaking? What Yugovich? -Ilija. You know that

Christian children were forced to embrace Islam and enrolled as Janissars

-On that way Ilija become Alija. And from him

you are Osmanovichi. -How do you know that?

I know, of course I know. When he came back, he built this mosque in

Osmanovichi and, for his parents, a church in Yugovichi.

The same that was burn in 1942. About this

your Rabija and Nena Hikmeta should tell you more.

They know very good, as I know, that until war

Osmanovichi and Yugovichi were godparents.

Maybe they were godparents but I am Osmanovich and

my origins are not from some Ilija Yugovich.

-What is name of your father? -Husein. -His father?

-Kemal. -Which one is he? -Shefkin. -Further.

-Shefkija Ibrov. Ibro Rushidov, Rushid Ekrem, Muslija,

Adem and Alija. -Further. -There is no further.

-There is no further. The last one is Alija. I learn

so from my grandpa. -Who born Alija?

-How should I know? Some Husein, some Kemal.

-No. -Who? -I have already told you.

He was born from Cvijeta and Spasoje Yugovich (Serbian name),

and if you go back you will have just this names:...

-...Veljko, Milan, Dushan, Vidan, Gojak, Momchilo, Vuk...

-And so on Serb next to Serb until the Darwins monkey.

-Dont speak like that. -So, we should spit at our religion,

and to be what we arent and we wont to be!

-We are what we are and there are no changes.

-And who are we? Who are you Halil?

I am what I am, and what only can be. Descendant of Safetbeg

and Allah servant, but also descendant of Djuradj Barbaric.

If I reject Djuradj, I will reject and Safetbeg and with that

Muhamed religion loses its roots and I become nobody and nothing.

Eternal foreigner, however my name is

and wherever I be!

-Ooo Milutin!

-There he is again, exactly in minute,

-Who is that Milutin?

-How should I know?

-What is happening with you?

-Ljubos yelling is making me nervous.

Every night at the same hour.

Are your parents writing to you?

-Yes. -What they say? -They say that

they miss me, that I pack and to come.

-Are you packing?

-What do you think?

Herzegovian foul. I will start when

you agree to go with me.

-Do you miss them?

-Yes. You want go if I maybe...

-I cannot live mother. She has nobody except me.

-And you? -What I?

-Do you have somebody else?

-I know but she has no life except in Osmanovichi.

Does it mean that there is no life

outside Osmanovichi for the two of us?

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