The Snows of Kilimanjaro Page #6

What are they going to say?

That we're nuts!

You're...

Why did you do it?

Dad...

Mum...

Why don't you adopt

the kids of the boss who fired you?

He could've killed you!

Ok, Gilles, calm down.

Aren't three grandchildren enough?

lt's not that.

Shut up!

Calm down, Gilles.

Don't talk like that.

What did you do it for?

What use will it be?

lt eases their conscience!

Shut the hell up!

There are millions of kids

worse off than them!

Forget about seeing me or my kids!

Why?

So you have 5 grandchildren now?

l still only have 3 grandchildren.

Jeannot won't like it.

How about you, Flo?

Do you mind your daughter

having lunch with them?

No...

You do! Say so!

l'm just wondering what our kids

will think about it,

about these kids being there,

sleeping there,

living with you. Strangers.

We could try asking them

what they think.

No, they don't need this bullshit.

They're too young to understand.

You could have tried

slowing down a bit,

enjoying your grandchildren...

Haven't you worked enough, Dad?

Guys like him,

what would they do for you?

You sacrificed yourself for them.

And how many were worth it?

To end up redundant...

You were always at meetings,

you saw us between strikes...

- That's not true!

- It is!

Seen what's happening now?

Another redundancy plan.

All that for nothing.

You could've told us.

l mean, that trip of yours...

We cut back on stuff...

We all...

We all chipped in to treat you.

Would we have done it if...

No way!

Wait till your friends find out

where their money went!

Know the cost of raising two kids?

Don't count on us!

By the way, when'll you pay me

for the pergola metal?

You asked me to weld it.

l won't count the rods or my labour

but l'd like you

to pay for the metal as agreed.

Are the sausages spicy?

Let's ask them.

How spicy are you, Mrs Sausage?

Not a lot.

What did she say?

Not a lot.

- You want one?

- Yes.

- A plain one too?

- Yes.

- Monsieur Jules?

- Yes, Michel.

We have visitors.

Boys, help me set the table.

l heard you have guests

who like this.

l hope you like cakes, boys.

We know you like it.

How did you know?

The smoke signals.

No...

Gilles called us.

He said you got a refund

and that's bad.

So we're here...

to tell you it's good for us.

No problem.

And if you have enough sausages,

we'll stay for lunch.

Sh*t! They're burning!

So one of you is Martin...

Me.

And you're Jules.

Right.

Thank you, ma'am.

No, Denise. l'm Denise.

All right.

- Burned them again?

- Whose fault is that?

How many are you doing?

There are enough for 15 people.

Michel...

Strange. the comic book...

Yes, l got it back.

lt's not that.

l wanted to tell you...

l didn't find it in a shop

like l said.

l found it at my mum's.

l was the one who stole it.

Inspired by Victor Hugo's poem

''How Good Are The Poor"

Translation:
Ian Burley

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