Oktoberfest Page #3

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Listen, youngster...

- I won't listen anymore.

I've been waiting

for some shitty job for two years.

Listen, there are many people

who wait much longer than you.

But they don't do foolishness.

- That IS the problem.

Now, I've got enough.

You can't speak like this,

it's not my fault...

- Is it mine fault, then!?

Get out! Find another victim

for your problems!

I said:
"Village will do,

but only with airplane."

He says:
"You're an intellectual,

be a teacher in some province.

"There is no need for archaeologists

in Belgrade anyway.

"You'll wait at least for 10 years.

So, if you don't want province..."

"Man, I was born here!"

He says:
"Okay, if you won't

go to province, you can retrain."

"Oh, is that so?

Load my ass up."

He says, "Watch your language."

Okay, then.

He says, these jobs are now available...

The most wanted are:

Tyre repairer, butcher, welder,

and a tram driver."

"Oh, is that so?

"Is your job to employ me?

Is that your job?

"Then take the broom, you primitive c*nt,

and let me take your place!"

There is no bread here anyway,

even if you get a job.

You work like a dog, but you have

no money for cigarettes and a pie.

One has to leave and see the world,

maybe even earn something.

At the Oktoberfest?

- It has to be, even something illegal.

But I screwed up,

I wasn't persistent enough.

Man, what a fun this is!

That beer too...

F***, Bane, they don't give me a passport.

Remember, no one in this country

is without a passport.

They've found out you were convicted.

Busted you like a kid, with a bit of horse.

They want to scare you.

Educational measure, that's all.

"We'll not punish you, just

check the company around you."

What about hiring a lawyer?

Send your parents,

it always works.

Them two?

Mile is not naive, you know.

Goran, you're not in Paris? - I'm not.

- I've heard, someone told me.

You really go?

- Of course I do.

What are you gonna do in Paris?

- I have a friend there.

He works with wallpapers.

- So, you leave photography?

How can I work this here?

As first, there are tons of us.

Newspapers have no money,

and I've got enough of weddings.

There are five chicks in whole city

who pose naked, and all of them

were already photographed.

- What about exhibition?

I don't know, they keep delaying everything.

I would care for it.

Had ura been here?

Go, answer the phone.

Yeah? It's me.

Where? At the boulevard?

I'm coming right away.

Where are you goin'?

- I must. Frankie's engine broke.

If you must...

Wait!

If you'll need it.

- Thanks, Dad.

You disgust me.

What's happening?

- Nothing.

Is there any our guys?

- We are all "ours".

I mean, that one...

- Who?

You know, that babe...

- Which one?

Nothing, I go for a brewskie.

Do you recognize me, eh?

And when you meet me on the street,

pass to the other side. Understood?

I don't like when you

stink after brandy.

You won't drink anymore?

- I won't.

He forgot to turn off

the light again.

Get out!

Get out!

I just wanted to turn off the light.

Close the door!

I told you not to come.

I knew it.

It was stupid even before.

- I don't know what's the matter with him.

He always sleeps like dead.

Damn lightbulb!

82, 83, 84, 85...

I don't want to go home.

Don't want to be alone.

88, 89, 90...

Calling Bane, right.

Hey...

- What is it now?

Looks like he found new one again.

Hi there.

What!? Why are you crying?

- I've waited for you whole day.

You didn't have to.

- Don't you love me at all?

Then, why do you always

want to have sex with me?

You know it disgusts me.

You're like a slut.

You're screwing in the elevators.

- You demand it yourself before.

It was disgusting for me too,

in the beginning. I've told myself:

"Buca, when he loves you..."

You'd do the same with another guy.

You disgust me. Get lost!

- I wouldn't, I swear... Skobi, I wouldn't!

Don't go back anymore!

I'll kill him.

- No.

He'll calm down.

- I'll kill him!

Don't!

Oh... Where have you two been?

Hi, Ceca.

Sure you can.

Of course, any time.

Some cousin of mine is here, nice boy.

But make haste. Bye!

Some minors? - Nothing special.

Just to hear female voice in this flat.

They ran away from home.

One of them said that she sleeps at another one's

place, now they're foolin' around the city.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

It's good.

- Dollar is rising again.

Let it rise, I don't give a f***,

as long as I haven't any.

I got around $100.

Mom had buy it

about three years ago,

when it was still cheap.

I'll keep them until I get passport.

Still ain't got it, eh?

I thought to go to Australia.

Some Macedonian guy called me,

we were in the army together.

But I think, what I'm gonna do

there among kangaroos,

shortage of chicks, climate itself, desert,

this and that, but now I hear it's not bad at all.

Why not? Let's say I work

there two years,

I'd put money in my pocket,

then go to South America,

to Bolivia, Peru, Uruguay

or Paraguay... whatever,

befriend with lndians,

chew cocaine, drink peyotel,

gather food from the trees and watch

El Condor flying above the Andes.

No problem at all.

You need no more than

$3,000 for lifetime.

$3,000?

- Well, three or four.

Just to live modestly,

not to miss anything.

Then you'd put walkman on,

and listen all day long...

Oh, good evening.

- Hello!

Look what the city girls are.

You won't find these in your passive neighbourhoods.

Wait a second.

Open up. Ceca, open up!

- Leave me alone.

Come on out. You're always

making troubles, what is this?

Leave me alone!

- Come on out, why did you lock up?

Come on out, please. Vanja begs you.

- Open up, Ceca.

You've swallowed pills again?

You're always making troubles.

Sorry.

- F***.

This kid swallows some pills.

- What kind of pills?

How could I know?

You know what the kids are like.

They swallow three pills, a sip of coughing syrup,

and then they go crazy.

Why are you messing

with all those kids?

I go downtown to see if there's any pot.

I'll be back in an hour, you watch TV.

If Grandma starts to cry, give her biscuits.

Bye!

Good evening, youngster.

Can we come in?

Is this Nastasijevic's apartment?

- Yes, it is.

You have a bad job, Vanja.

What's this?

- I'm not Vanja. It says here, who I am.

What are you doin' here if you are not Vanja?

- Taking care of Grandma and watching the movie.

You watch the movie?

- Yes.

So you don't know Ceca and Marija?

- I know them.

They were here, arguing a bit,

then they left.

Vanja took them to the city

and they'll be back in an hour.

Listen, Banjanin, this is not amusing.

You'll go with me to the city.

You'll recognize them.

You know where the youth hangs around.

Now, around New Year.

- Sorry, but I have to watch for the apartment.

To watch?

Besides, it's not my job to look for them.

There is someone who's paid for it.

Oh, is that so?

- Yeah.

Good.

"You moron, the police was here.

I went out."

"Ask Grandma about details.

Luka."

Grandma Stamena, bye!

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