Turquaze

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My son, Timur.

In Turkey, I had a great passion:

bands.

Nothing gave me a warm feeling

than the band that went through our village.

When I was in the late sixties

to Belgium,

we were, to my great delight,

greeted by a Flemish brass.

I immediately felt at home.

My big dream was to own

ever in a marching band playing.

But alas, there was in my life

no room for my passion.

But perhaps

was not so bad.

Tell me, son. Have you in Belgium

ever seen a Turk at the fanfare?

I'm not going back to Belgium.

Why not?

- Nothing.

How long are you staying?

- No idea.

I will send Zehra here?

No, son,

Zehra her place is with you.

Thanks for the offer,

but it is not necessary.

Brother, do you remember how in the summer

stairs were a game?

I remember especially our grandparents.

When we went back to Belgium,

they waved from the terrace.

Have you been thinking

about your future?

It is time that you are getting married.

Getting married?

Why start it now, brother?

Dad was just buried, and then I

to get married think?

Was this idea of u200bu200ba mother?

As long as you

with a Muslim home.

If anything, call it.

Pay attention to those two, okay, son?

Bora may I withdraw.

We have saved us, brother.

Zehra but if it likes,

we eat in the evening with you.

Everything good?

- Yes.

And you?

- Fine.

Gift from Istanbul.

Do you not like?

Yes dear, yes.

Yes, I think it's a bit kitsch, but I

think it's very sweet.

Trkiye, made in China. Those Chinese

have cheated us well again, huh?

I'm with the band.

With the fanfare? Why?

My father was fond of bands...

You know already what?

In my neighborhood there is one.

When are you going to play again for me,

baby?

If I'm good enough.

You say that for so long.

I'm going to the toilet.

Can I pay?

Please.

- Thank you.

If you die, you also get

buried in Turkey?

Sarah, please.

I continue.

Already?

I go to my brother.

My sister cooks.

Nice.

I'll see you later then, darling?

- Yes.

Why do not you call when you later?

- No more credit.

Next time you come on time.

And put that hat off.

I can not come tomorrow night.

How's school?

Give your brother even answer.

And I do not want to hear Flemish.

- Why not?

Of the father might not.

That used to be, brother,

when you were still living at home.

And when we speak

Zehra learn it.

And as soon kids...

Shut up.

Hello?

Hello?

Your timing is really worthless.

What is here for a hen?

Yeah, haha. Does anyone know this guy?

No.

- No?

Evy?

- No, never seen.

Guido, look who's still alive.

- Yoo-hoo.

Oh, Sarah'tje.

- Daddy.

All is well with you, girl?

- Yes. Let your hair grow?

Have you heard from Ann?

- No.

She has not been back for weeks.

It will be crowded.

Do you know her, Mommy.

We were just drinking coffee. You too?

- Please.

Merci.

We really want you

once something.

Bolleke, we are going Sunday

to a concert at the Bijloke.

You coming? This here.

- Spiegel String Quartet.

It seems that they are very good.

- Super.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Yes, Aunt Lydia has seen you walking

in the city with a boy holding hands.

Yes. I have a friend.

Beautiful then. Then we know that.

Already one year.

- For one year, and we know nothing?

Moniek. But why do not you ask him

back to that concert?

How did you know him?

Tell us something, girl.

He had stolen my strings.

Really, Dad.

- Guido.

In the laundry, Mom.

Hey, laugh at you.

He had accidentally wrong

Dryer opened...

and sat there in my stuff.

Well, stuff... Strings.

This allows it.

- Toe.

What does he do for work

How old is he?

What do his parents?

Where does he live? He still lives at home?

Come on...

At least say his name.

I got to go.

Sorry, that was short, but...

She goes again.

Buy two tickets, but

For me for Sunday.

And you bring him?

- Yes, Mama.

It is hoped that it more

information than you.

My parents have invited us to

to go to a concert Sunday.

Have you told it to us?

Yes and no. My aunt gave us

seen walking in the city.

She of course said to my

mother. And Mom:
Ah yes, who is that?

I do not deny that you're my friend.

For this I love you too much.

Do you hate it?

No. Just...

a little nervous actually.

It's all so bad, baby.

You'll see.

Why did you really call?

- Nothing, I just wanted you to hear.

So sweet. Baby anyway.

Kiss, see you later, eh?

Bye.

- Bye.

Pardon, Timur Telhan.

- Paul Steen, conductor.

I apologize for...

- You do not pull, Timoen.

No, no, my name is Timur.

Are you an Arab?

No, a Turk.

- A Turk, dammit?

Hey, Paul.

It is up to you to thank

that we have harmony.

They are the Ottomans who...

You did not know, eh?

They are the Ottomans

who have created harmony,

with their cymbals,

drums and horns.

The whole Rataplan.

- Well, you know, from us.

That is certainly good for us.

Say it again.

- I would like to join your band.

That's... We have

drummers do not need.

What instrument do you play?

- Trumpet.

I have also done part-time academy.

Tomorrow... Test tomorrow.

- Okay.

Come, huh?

That was for you, Mieke huh?

- Ah, that's good. Thank you.

Will not you come have a beer?

- I agreed with my friend.

Take it with you.

My mother called today.

You get greetings.

Peace be with her.

My cousin gave birth to twins.

Twins?

Damn, say.

I go to the pub.

What is this?

She has become very thin.

- Belgium has its no good.

Sorry, I had forgotten this.

- That's okay, though.

Thank you.

- Enjoy.

Here, Meryem, your key.

God save you because you so long

to have appropriate housing.

Oh, it was a breeze.

Meryem, it makes sense to the children

without parents in Belgium have?

They are saving themselves, they are grown.

Your cup. I will conjecture.

- No, you do not.

Come on, we want to know your future.

- No, thanks.

Be Well no killjoy.

- Come on, soon I do not want.

In the name of Allah.

We'll see.

And? What do you see?

- What now, little girl?

I see nothing.

- How is that possible?

There's always something to read,

but now I see nothing.

Wait, I probably

Belgian coffee used.

Meryem...

Therefore tasted coffee so weak.

- Wait, I'll put new.

Can I pick him again?

- Yes, see you later.

Dear?

Eddy? Ediz?

That was long ago, say. How are you?

Well, and you?

- Oh.

You look good...

I'll come my car here

retrieval. Then... I see you?

Eddy? I did not

that a Flemish name.

She does have major maintenance needs.

Maybe something for you?

It would not be the first time.

- Oh, man.

You talk

the death of his father?

He does not say much about it actually.

Well Sarah, you are more

than one year together

and you know almost nothing of his family.

Who is that?

Timur has nobody

of our family met, of course.

We will be Sunday

Mom and Dad

to a concert at the Bijloke.

That's not true. You and Timur?

With Mom?

So they know it?

- Yes.

And?

Well...

How did they do?

Sarah. You have not told

that he is a Turk.

They will see.

Who are ecstatic,

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