The House on Chelouche Street Page #6

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I said:

"Doctor, what is that? "

He said:
"It's OK. Many people

have lesions on their lungs".

I thought "I have TB.

I'll never be drafted. "

Do you think they'll let us

join the Palmach?

I don't know.

First let's make sure we are drafted,

and take it from there.

Go.

Sami,

remember to tell them

you're 17, otherwise...

Ziona, clean over here.

Faster.

Sami,

do you hear that?

Yes.

Don't worry, Clara.

There was no alarm.

Those are probably ours.

I don't know.

I sent Jacko to school.

Maybe those are ours.

I just hope they don't

draft you both.

It's bad enough

Haim was drafted.

What does he write?

- He writes...

He's...

He's a good man, Sami.

A really good man.

Jacko!

Mom!

Jacko!

Jacko, my baby!

No! Jacko is in there!

Jacko!

I saw... Where's my baby?

- No, hold her.

My boy, my boy...

Your brother.

Your brother...

Give me my baby.

My boy...

Let's go home, Sami.

There's nothing left to do here.

Leave me alone.

Jacko, Jacko...

- Patience, my dear. Patience.

Sami!

Patience, my love, Patience.

Sami, come to me.

- You don't need to cry so much.

Sami, come to me. Sami!

You're leaving too, Sami.

My baby. Don't forget me.

From now on,

nothing will ever be the same again.

They say the world is big

and wide, and has...

beautiful things in it.

I never saw them.

Maybe you will.

Go now.

Just go now.

How are you, Shimon Yosef?

- Hey, Sami.

What's new? -I already

told you. It's all bullshit.

Take care now.

- Goodbye. Goodbye.

Translation:
Shaily Giveon

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