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-Who is this?

-Thats the one:
"Ooo Milutin!"

-I was imagining him totally different.

-Really? Why did you needed to imagine him?

-Where are you Alija, what is happening?

-Oh Muhalem. -What is new?

-Are people writing? What they say?

-They want to be friends and to write. I already forgot.

-Hello Alija. -This one is Ljubo Nikshicanin.

The one by whom we are turn clocks.

Milica, nice to meet you.

Who is that Milutin?

I dont know, but I will tell you first when he calls back.

Why dont you dancing?

-Alija doesnt like.

-I like. Can I ask her for one dance?

-Ask her.

-Why should I ask her?

This Sarajevo is nice.

But nothing is so pretty as my village near Doboj.

Did I tell you the story that I should study medicine?

But they didnt accept me. And I went to veterinary.

But its ok, I have spent more time with animals than with people.

Hallo, Montenegero, that is no wrestling!

Its enough for this time.

Are we going to go tomorrow on football game?

F*** football. On the end of the High school ,with

one kick I could kill every goalkeeper.

Yeah Montenegro always had good clubs.

Buduchnost come to 1st league and next year go out.

Montenegrins are not only in Montenegro.

Who is Sheki? Vukichevich? Vasovich?

Why dont they go back to Titograd (Montenegro capital)?

Why are they serving in foreign clubs?

That are not foreign clubs.

Ours are everything from Kotor to Russia!

-You have mentioned three and its enough for half of Europe.

-Why are you speaking only of them?

Didnt we give two princes and five generals to Russia?

Do you know that Kutuzovs brother-in-law is from Rovci?

To Serbs we gave Karadjordje.

Is there greater brain than Njegosh? No!

Ehh, only to see Dragosbay. And to see all that beauty.

Everything would be clear.

There is nothing there, only hills and rocks. Satan and sheep could break their legs.

I dont understand why you all try to be important?

-Because we are people number 1.

-Drink a little bit. Just for your throttle.

Every German know that Bismarck is descendant of Serbian

people. When Frankfurt newspaper want to say...

...something bad about him they say "slavic diplomat".

My granpa Nikola Bozovich has told all this and a lot more...

... to one Holland writer.

All that is written in the library in Amsterdam.

-Do you understand why we are so important?

-I didnt know that your grandpa was so educated.

Girl, by us children dont go to primary school,

they go direct to gymnasium.

-If you are so clever why did you come here

by us to study? -Which us?

-Stop you two, we just come to have fun.

-You are having fun.

All the time you are defending. He is just speaking

fascistic theories about Serbian people as primary and best!

-Citation, citation! I dont care about your complexes!

-Stop Alija, Ljubo just made joke with our egotism!

-Which our? -My, your, his!

-Dont mess me with that, I know who I am and what I am!

Neither is Katarina my mother in law

either is Bismarck my father in law!

-Why are you yelling?

-Go away!

Alija wait!

Why should I wait? Why? Stay there and dance all night.

Bismarcks grandson is just for you. Your aunt will like him.

Rabia was right. Each of her word is gold. Every!

-There is no more Serbian girl, mother.

-Lie? You are lying, just to make me peaceful.

I am not lying, I swear.

I am listening to my mother.

No, you are listening Satan. If you are listening to me

you would have asked me for that ad in the newspaper.

Everybody saw your picture. Who knows what can

somebody do. You want me to loss you too?

-I know that Selim is alive.

-How you know that?

I know. I will find you and second son.

Colleague, didnt I maybe by you

forgot my student card?

Just one thing. How I deserve this?

Why Rabia has right?

-Leave my mother, you know.

-Alija, what happened with you?

-What happened to me?

-To you, to us. Why did you must insult me?

Dark has fallen down on my eyes. I didnt even dream

that somebody knows how I fill be against me.

Who was against you? Dark has fallen down?

Should I all the time think how,,,

...to you dark not to fall down and

not to insult me in front of all.

-Can we be under these things?

-I dont know what you expect from me.

-I cant go out of this skin. That is my life

-But I want that we have our life. Only we are important.

-Would you like to dig all the time in history?

-You persuade me on that and you had to understand me.

I thought it would be easier to you.

That dreams will be quite but they come in reality.

If I dont understand you I wouldnt want you

to stop with that.

Alija you will force me to go out!

I dont recognize you like this. Where is that Alija

who stole my Index so that he can bring me back in building.

He does not exist. He never existed.

So, Alija found himself. He knows with whom

he should be and shouldnt be.

Exactly. We can never be the same.

There exists a border.

-What a border?

-No changeable. Rabijas and mine border.

-Rabija and Rabija, border and border, whole civilization...

-F*** your civilization!

I saw your civilization. F***ed aunt.

Parents you dont see. Job is more important than you!

F*** you Rabias and your borders!

Boss this are my cousins from Yugoslavia.

They come to see where I am.

-I am Uzeir Veriga. This is my cousin Velija Vitanovich.

-Welcome, sit down!

-Velija, you are working in Frankfurt.

-Yes.

-How is there?

-I am not complaining. Its good.

My Hamdija wanted to go to you,

but I havent given him permission.

-Better you didnt. He is not for Germany and our business.

-Hamdija, what are you waiting? Bring some drinks.

You made my nephew very soft.

-He is very honest and agile.

-Its a pity that you like him so much.

-We came to take him.

-Where to take him?

In Sydney, in Australia. Its time for weapons

and that they prepare for Ustash soldiers.

Soon there will be our flag in Zagreb and Sarajevo.

-Hamdija, take them out.

-Why like that, Sabahudinaga?

-Take them if you dont want to go with them.

-How can I betray my cousins?

I swear on bomb and knife that I will go

until end. That I will revenge.

What and whom to revenge, black Hamdija?

Everything is revenged. And over-revenged!

-All debs are paid.

-No, not all debts.

Atif Tanovich!

The blood and the shop of Djordje Vilenjak are not paid.

Three brothers and two sons. Should that be forgotten?

-Who are you? What do you want?

-I am Risto Krivodolac from Herzegovina.

-This is Ognjen Barkovich from Cetinje (Montenegro).

-What? You dont recognize me without the English uniform?

-Bad luck, British Royal academy. His school, our blood.

ITALY 1945

He was there to track you.

-Where am I?

-Be brave, there will be some scars but you are alive.

-Where is my bag? What happened with it?

-Here it is, it is saved.

Give it to me. Mister, come closer,

I have something important to say.

-Are we alone?

-Speak free, this man doesnt know a word of Croatian.

Can you do me small favor? For you it is just

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