Sieranevada Page #12

We occupied University Square in 1990,

naively believing in change,

that we could bring to justice

those responsible

for the 1989 massacres.

And what did we get?

The miners' riot. More crimes.

Iliescu and his Securitate!

But Iliescu got us rid of Ceausescu!

Are you sure you were protesting

when you were 11?

Me. Us. Romanians!

And me too!

I went with my dad.

Sit over there please.

-Why?

I want to sit here with Irina.

Can't you sit here?

-That's Sebi's, please.

Who did what,

it's not important anymore.

What I meant was this:

change is not possible.

There's war in the Middle East.

Always was, always will be.

And it's got nothing to do with 9/11.

The Patriot Act is pure sh*t.

As for us in Europe, what can I say?

It's only that...

...the state defends its sovereignty

by all means.

Nusa!

-Yes?

Sebi put the suit on,

he's in the kitchen.

Are you coming?

I agree. If laws aren't harsh,

citizens aren't protected.

And what if the state is a criminal one?

Right. Like Nazi Germany was.

If all of those speculating

over September 11th

had been doing it

without an agenda,

I would've respected them.

Wait, don't just go in!

Get out.

Be quiet, please.

Now come in.

"Good day

and good to be here!"

Say it!

Good day and good to be here!

You say:

"Good day and good to have you back!"

Good day and good to have you back!

"May God forgive him."

May God forgive him.

May it be received!

May you wear it in good health.

-Bogdaproste.

Sit down.

Not there, over here, beside me.

Sebi, let me be here, please.

Thanks.

Bless you!

-Thanks.

Can we eat now?

Yes, honey.

Can we say bon apptit, too?

Come on, dear.

Can I have a cabbage roll?

How many do you want?

Five.

You were saying this ritual

is from Gorj?

From Dolj, from Ostroveni.

Where Emil was from.

Lary.

Sounds like a girl is crying

in the room next to the bathroom.

Listen!

For sure!

Go away, Dad!

What happened, Mom?

That junkie vomited again!

Gabi, come here!

Come here!

Don't sit there like a scarecrow!

Move, doctor!

I want to see, too.

You're such an ass.

The Croat puked her guts out.

What?

Give me some polenta.

Some what?

-Polenta.

Give me the plate.

And sour cream.

Bon apptit!

And good to have you back!

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