Noz Page #6

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a move of pencil. For me it is big thing.

-I will pay well.

-Everything I can, mister.

I want to change my name. Englishmen doesnt know

who I am or where I am coming from. I am just a number.

From today I want to be someone else.

-Why didnt you come before? What did you waiting for?

-No. We were waiting you to be rich and Milan to grow up.

-The son of Djordje Vilenjak.

-I knew that somebody stay alive.

Why didnt you bring that Milan? He should

judge me, not you. I have debs to him.

I am Milan, Sabahudinaga.

Hamdija bring me that letter from safe.

The shop, the house and the money...

I have already transcribed. Everything is his.

-To whom, Sabahudinaga? To whom, Atifaga?

-To Hamdija, to whom else?

-Hamdija? To Milan you will transcribe.

-No, it was mine now its Hamdijas.

What was yours? F*** your Turkish mother!

Take this. Kill the bastard!

-Give me the gun, I will.

-He is mine, leave that, I will!

I have to speak with him alone. Alone!

Give me that my son. Let our Hamdija stay

with clean hands. Sit down, here is key from safe.

Here are others keys.

Everything is yours. I will please you only to

send that letter to that foul Alija.

-I have already did that, my boss.

-Thank you, aferim.

Let make us a coffee.

With lokum, my Hamdija.

For the soul of my Sabahudinaga.

I dont know anything about that. From Hodza Velija,

there have been five Hodzas changed. This is the only thing left from him.

Exams, my Efendija. I dont know why Satan

sent me on that medicine. That is not for me.

Surgery on kidneys surgery on tonsils

drink this against fever that against insomnia

They are teaching us to be clock masters.

But body is not a clock. I think everything comes from soul.

Allah takes care about soul.

Not you doctors. Open your shirt.

-Please?

-Open the shirt.

Take up your left hand.

My son.

What happened, Efendija?

-You want directly? Can you take that?

-I can.

Give me that box.

Sit.

-Read this. -I know this.

-Read!

The child didnt cry when we douse him.

It is clear that it comes from us.

The eyes and the hair are from the mother but

the hands and the chest are from the father.

-Under left ... -Put that here and continue.

-Under left hand there are three moles one under another.

Moles are on same place as

on his father ... Bratomir (serbian name).

Efendija, what is this?

What Bratomir?

-What is this Efendija?

-This was written by the priest Nichifor Yugovich.

Your grandpa.

I was here hundred times, with the goats.

On my own heart stone!

-Where should I go, what should I do with myself?

-Like up to now. Like me. I dont see the difference.

You have your name, your father, your mother, your childhood.

What I have from everything? Ruins, outside and inside.

What I have up to today has died. Finished!

And what I found is foreign. It will never be mine!

-Never! That is difference! I can go in front and back!

-Wait, wait. Problems are same, only I used on mine.

On me is the dress of Safetbeg and Djuro Barbaric.

On left leg Djuros and on right Safetbeg shoes.

-Only small and poor people think they are no together.

-Which shoes should I take?

Yours. The ones youve use until now.

Rabijas and Ljubicas. Dont divide them.

One has brought you on the world,

and the second breasted and raised you.

-Breasted, raised and lied me. My leg wont

step in Osmanovichi. -Sikter!

-I will change my first and second name.

-Sikter!

-Other blood is in me and blood is most important.

-Blood is blood. It doesnt hang from your hat or your God!

-Not from flag, or name! Idiot!

-I have foreign name, I learned foreign customs.

-You cannot with move of a brush to cover your past.

-I cannot live as Yugovich and as Osmanovich.

One is against another. There is one border!

There is no links. All are cut.

There is one link. Strong and unbreakable.

You dont see it. You are that link, that bridge.

Here has your grandpa served God.

You are cruise, Halil?

(Orthodox pray)

It happened, and should never happen again.

Lets go son. Lets go Alija or Ilija Yugovich.

Ana, Ana, where is Milica?

I cant find here whole day.

-You dont know?

-What?

Train to Paris via Zagred and Milano

is leaving from second platform.

Milica! Milica! Can you hear me? Milica. Sorry, please!

Milica! I understood that I made mistake. Milica!

-You didnt understand anything.

-Wait!

Osmanovichi, what have you done to me?

Six years later

-Doctor, we came. Ilija, we came, doctor.

-Give me my bag.

-Here.

-Dont wait for me.

-We said without coffee and smoking?

-You were right; your medicine has no soul.

-You have no soul too.

-We said that we want speak about that.

-Take it a little bit. Nena Hitmeta made that.

-I said stop with that.

-My leg wont step in Osmanovichi.

-Rabija is not guilty one.

She didnt know that Osmanovichi took you from Yugovichi.

She continued to live because of you, so that you become a doctor.

Six years you didnt go to her. Shame!

I heard that she cannot see anything.

Something is on her eyes.

No purpose that her son is doctor.

-Who is it? Who is it?

-I am.

-Alija. -Mother.

-Alija, Ilija son, mother thought that she lost you.

-No, you didnt lost anyone. We are going to find him too.

-My child, my sun.

-Let me see your eyes.

-I have something; I cant see anything on distance.

-All the time something is dancing in front of my eyes.

-You should have been to a doctor.

-I was hoping... What doctor? Its nothing to me.

Its good. -You must have a surgery.

-What surgery. No knife in Rabijas eyes.

-I will take care of everything.

To see well and to repair your teeth.

Alija, my eyes are happy to see you.

Hikmeta, bring coffee, take it from somebody.

Are you hungry?

-Do you see Ambra? What happened with her?

Did she marry? -For Safet. -What Safet?

-That one. -That? -Yes.

-She is director of Gymnasium in Mostar.

-People say that black limo is coming to her. She had born three.

-Mother, why didnt you say me?

To lose you too?! You would go and not to look back.

Rabija lost everything what is possible to lose.

You were the only one who stayed. You and nobody else.

There are things about you need not to speak forever.

Its better. It hurts less, but when it hurts then

its a really strong pain. You and I know that best.

-We know.

-And the Vlach girl?

There is no day not to think on her.

All these years.

Mother doesnt give to anybody.

BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA

WAR 1993

-Are you sure that we go on right road?

-Its the right one, I know this place.

-Parents brought me here every summer.

-In Muslim village? Is that relatives to you?

Before the war they were people.

If they were people, Tito would make road to him, not this.

They are all Ustashes, my doctor.

Thank to God that they come in hands of Milosh.

Where he comes there is no more grass.

You know how they are singing?

Be ready for Allah, you Turks,

Here come the Miloshs wolfs.

-Doctor, go to front line!

-Take him.

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