Turquaze Page #3
- Year:
- 2010
- 96 min
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making love was a blonde.
Are you serious?
A**hole.
What are we looking?
- The stars.
Which stars?
Normally you see here
I-knows-how many stars.
In Belgium, you see no stars.
Yes, you need to see them, eh?
Melek...
That name on the grave
where you at Sat... Who is that?
Two years ago I
about to get married.
Getting married? With your cousin?
She's not my cousin, Sarah.
Why do you tell them?
Why do you say that your cousin, why
do you lie to me?
she is killed.
Oh, sorry.
Let me know if I come back.
- When you come back...
I have to go to the gate.
Look, I come here
to see
or perhaps we
one more chance.
But you'm just not ready.
You are still
a large knot, eh?
Thanks.
Look out.
Timur?
Timur, my son?
What happened to you?
Where have you been?
Good thing your father if you do not see.
For Sale
Do not distress your mother, huh?
Bon voyage.
Not sad, Meryem.
- Here, the keys.
You go back to your kids.
Not so sad.
Bon voyage.
Goodbye. Let it hear from you.
- Thanks.
Do not cry.
Call us when you get home.
Bon voyage.
- Be careful.
I have not found
what I wanted.
What were you then?
I do not know.
Istanbul has changed a lot.
You've changed.
Your brothers have changed.
You have all changed.
Life has changed.
Do you love her?
Yes, I love her.
Bora?
- Brother?
Mother.
What happened to your eye?
- I was drunk and I fought.
When did you become such a bag?
Brother.
Hang're not the acorn from Turkey.
- F*** off.
Previously you told me everything. Now I dare you
not even in the eyes.
You... You wanted me crazy?
That's my brother, huh.
I've tested.
Testing?
I'm infertile.
Zehra know that?
You have to tell her brother.
- Why should I?
You can not help it.
I dare not.
I miss Dad.
Actually I'm relieved.
I was afraid you wanted no children.
At least, not with me.
Ediz.
Timur, my son. In our village in Turkey
the winters were severe.
Sometimes it snowed all over town.
Then it was the family sitting together
and there were important things
discussed and decisions taken.
On such a day hanging in our village
Call for workers in Belgium.
They had our help.
That night I decided
a new step:
"When the snow melts,
I leave for Belgium. "
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