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cave return to check on their families.

At dawn

they return to their cave.

They're coming!

They're coming!

What more do they want?

They've

already fed all my sons to the war.

Get him! Don't let him get away!

Oh no!

He's on an empty stomach! Run!

Courage, my son! Courage!

Run for your life!

Please run! Run harder!

Faster! Run!

You're pathetic!

My poor son!

Let go of me!

My son! My son!

Are you well, my son?

I spun this myself to make you a robe.

It'll keep you warm.

Where can I start

to make you understand?

You wouldn't understand.

It was my childhood they killed today.

They stole my childhood memories.

Don't scare me like that.

Don't. I can't handle it.

Even my memories of you and of the

village! It's become a different world!

It was me who died today, not that kid!

Oh, it's no use, you won't understand.

They killed Muche!

I can't take this! I can't take it!

Satan, get thee out!

Help me, Tatie!

What's going on?

Where's it coming from?

Isn't there anyone out there?

You over there,

what the hell is going on?

Down this way!

What terrible thing is this?

What's happening here?

I was trying to help her!

What a monster you are!

He did no wrong,

it's her, that vagrant!

You'll be alright.

He thinks she's normal...

What does he know,

he only just got here.

It's alright.

Stay put now.

Where would you go now?

Oh, just let me go.

The whole village despises me.

They'll all turn against me.

Please stay!

It's the middle of the night.

I was put into this world to suffer and

be humiliated. - Please stay.

My bad luck...

After living with me all this time,

who can she turn to?

She has nowhere to go!

Poor soul,

she won't be at peace anywhere.

Over time, Cassandra opened up to me.

She told me that her father

had been from Cameroon.

He was deported while Cassandra's mother

was still pregnant with her.

Her mother, unable to cope

with the racism, had committed suicide.

At a time when women

are more aware than ever,

Comrade Tsehai

wears tight imperialistic jeans

and smears her lips with lipstick.

She needs to exercise self-criticism

and change her ways,

or else I feel she should be dismissed.

I will be self-critical

and will change.

The concept of criticism

and self-criticism

is intended to improve

a society's way of expressing itself

and conducting its life,

not to coerce and stifle it.

Accepting criticism and

exercising self-criticism isn't easy.

It can be a constructive tool

for a society seeking the right path.

The Russian and Chinese revolutions

can teach us a lot about this.

We're organizing

the Bonn demonstration next week,

and I expect all of you to participate.

If you have slogans to contribute,

pass them on to Comrade Anberber and

we'll go to the demonstration together.

We became dogmatic

in the political spirit of the time,

and socialism

seemed the only alternative.

It seemed to be the only cure for the

class problem our country faced.

As a result, we desperately fought

against the Emperor's regime.

We were going to bypass the older

generation and set up our own new order.

Politics ruled over our lives.

It took precedence

over country, love, and principles.

How are you all today?

- Glory be to God, we're well.

It's your mother's wish

to see you married and with children.

That would make her happy

for the rest of her days.

It would be an honor not only for you,

but for the whole village.

What's the matter with him?

Are you storming off?

Are you walking out on your elders?

'Fire gives birth to ashes',

as they say.

Please forgive us.

Please forgive our family.

What a terrible thing...

It's alright, we only pity his mother...

If he doesn't care for his mother,

why should he respect us?

Azanu, what did we do wrong?

Why disappear like that?

You'll get covered in flour.

You shouldn't be here.

Mother is worried to death,

she thinks of you all the time.

Do come back, please.

- I can't return to that village.

Their eyes are like daggers.

In the name of the Saviour,

just leave me be!

I can't go back!

I beg you, just leave me be.

Oh, my bad luck!

Look over there, Anberber,

that's my island.

No one ever dares to go there.

It's mine alone.

Gashe Anberber, see this tree?

It's the story of my life.

on one side, it hangs on to life,

on the other side it has collapsed and

is decaying. My life is like this tree.

A chicken stew with twelve spices

whose flavor I have tasted.

I might not survive the year.

I'm homesick for Azezo,

Godar, Tedda, Minziro.

My love, my love, my love.

I'm homesick for Azezo,

it lies near Aba Samuel,

rich with spices and aromatic ginger.

Oh, wistful me!

Sweet is their conversation,

but to whom

could I pour out my feelings?

How I would have delighted them,

if only they would have come.

How I miss Qolladibba...

As I watched my son's father

sitting next to his new bride,

my insides burned up.

I couldn't see straight.

I just sat there despondent,

resenting my own existence.

In the name of the Trinity,

hand me my rifle!

Let him go! Go on, kill me!

Get a hold of yourself!

I've died already. Let him kill me!

Let me go!

- I've died already! Kill me!

Stop it! - I'll kill her,

I'll never let her live.

She's a devil!

After killing my own son,

I wandered the graveyards,

where your kind mother found me

and brought me back to life.

This is Prince Tafari Makonnen,

who called himself Haile Selassie,

God's Elect.

His other titles are:

Neguse Negest, i.e. King of Kings,

Lion of Judah, 255th successor

of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba.

The Emperor was head of the executive

and all authority came from him.

He was commander-in-chief of the armed

forces. He controlled foreign affairs.

He alone had the right to sign treaties

and appointed all judges.

He was the spiritual head

of the Coptic Church.

As Emperor of Ethiopia, he had

absolute power. Until this morning.

He left the stage of history

the same way he had entered: By a coup.

He was deposed by the very army he had

built, one of the largest in Africa.

The committee of the navy,

the police force, and the army

care for the well-being of your Majesty.

In order to guarantee your safety

we humbly request you

to cooperate and move to the

place we have prepared for you.

We've heard what you have to say...

When one is Emperor of Ethiopia,

it's not in name only.

It's also the people, the country...

In peacetime, the well-being of the

people is what is important,

and when an enemy strikes,

we are sure you'll defend your country.

We are sure

our armed forces know that very well.

Be that as it may,

this thing we call change,

which occurs periodically,

if it is going to be

for the betterment of our country

it is impossible

to place personal interest over country.

We heard your statement.

It would be wise to say no more.

Symbolically, he was shoved into a small

Volkswagen and driven from his palace.

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