Twice Born Page #4

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- Mind your f***ing business.

Good morning, Gemma.

Where is he?

Dad!

I hate this passport, mom.

When they ask me why I was born in Sarajevo, I'm ashamed.

"By mistake", I say.

By mistake.

My dear friend Zoran, he was the

greatest wheelchair pilot ever.

There's no one better than him.

Today he took his father for a ride

across that open street intersection.

His old man always used to say:

"Son let's race".

"See if that prick on a hill

can shoot me."

Zoran was a great mime and when he was shot

he fell like an artist.

He loved U2, Levis 501's and Kafka.

May you rest in peace, dear friend.

You can't get real flowers anymore,

so the florist in Markale started making paper ones.

Look, the light of life!

Thank you!

Not eating was bad, but not smoking was a crime!

How did you remember this?

Thank you!

Thank you Gemma.

Hey, come here! Come here!

Come on!

I knew you were following us.

I knew you were there.

We made love that night,

and again after that.

Do you love her?

How can I not?

And me?

Thanks, lunch was very good.

I'm going now.

- Where?

- To the University.

There's no more University, Jovan.

I know, I'm going to see if there is anything I can do.

Enjoy your meal.

I need to talk to Aska.

Call your father, have him send all the money he can.

I'm talking to you.

I'm talking to you!

Who do you think you are?

Who the f*** do you think you are!

Here he is!

Jesus Christ is here!

Jesus Christ is here!

Where are you going?

Where are you taking that?

Why don't you bring me some food?

I'm tired! I'm hungry!

Bastard!

My love!

This is what you call love?

WWII:

I'll give you this f***ing baby.

As long as a sniper doesn't get it first

What do you think of this beautiful city

surrounded by cemeteries, eh, Pietro?

The square with the chessboard is cool.

That square with the chessboard

is for pathetic old veterans.

Piazza Navona is so much better.

Yeah, Piazza Navona.

You are lucky.

You're Italian.

LISP-

You are lucky, Pietro.

Are you waiting for two more?

I want to go home, mom, back to Rome.

Come on, Francesco Totti!

Pass me that ball.

Take it!

Stand up!

Come on!

It's not a foul, get up.

It's not a foul, get, get the f*** up.

Get the f*** up!

- Are you a signorina or what?

- Stop!

You're hurting him.

You're hurting my son.

Oh, such a good Italian mama.

What do you want?

Baby is coming.

Breath! Breath!

Breath! Breath!

Cigarette!

This baby is going to stink of nicotine and of Sarajevo.

Breath deep, breath deep, breath deep, breath deep

His birth certificate. Nobody bothers

to check the paperwork these days.

You are his mother, Gemma.

Go! Go! It's 0k, it's 0k.

Go! Go!

"Mun

- My husband!

- He doesn't have a passport.

What?

What? What?

Madame... the Captain wants to know

if you'd like a ride to Rome.

I got you a sandwich, something to drink.

Till!!!"-

Here. Give him to me,

don't worry, I'll hold him!

I'll hold him, I had some nephews.

He's beautiful!

Did you give birth in Sarajevo?

What courage!

- Excuse me, the baby's father?

- He lost his passport.

Captain? What's up?

- How many measures do I put?

Read the instructions.

What's the name?

- Pietro.

- No, your name.

- Gemma.

- Bless you, Gemma.

He's a beautiful baby.

He looks like you.

Boys look like their mothers.

He drank it all.

Pietro.

Dirty boy!

Dirty boy!

- M--ma,

- M--

The man who called thought I was his father.

He fell from a cliff into the sea.

There's no sea in Sarajevo.

"Bread"! Come here.

Let's go.

Weren't you supposed to go towards the sea?

Pietro's complaining, the food's crap.

He wants to come home.

Where are you?

In the hotel.

Looking out the window.

Should I tell him?

Should I tell him I'm not his mother?

Don't run away, Gemma.

- What shall we steal, mom?

- What?

If you don't steal something,

it means you didn't like the place.

Who said such a stupid thing?

- A Carabinieri Colonel.

- Dad? Yes!

Or rather...

do you know what I'll steal?

Classic... Look how beautiful!

- Hi.

- Here is my facebook name.

Oh, thank you, thank you very much.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Thank you very much!

- Bye.

Indeed... Indeed...

So you like her.

Who?

- Who?

- Who?

I told you already!

I like Italian girls!

Come here.

- Give me a kiss.

- You scratch me!

- Give your mother a kiss!

- I'll give you a headbutt!

- Cut your nails off!

- A kiss to your mother.

You are so beautiful!

You scratched me.

Mom had gone up to the roof to hang the laundry,

it was a sunny day, the sirens sounded.

Sebina went down to the basement with the others.

It must have been some sixth sense.

They went looking for each other

at exactly the same time.

My mother left her laundry on the roof

and started down the stairs, just

as Sebina was coming up to find her.

And the blast hit them both,

right as they found each other.

The womb and its fruit.

Sebina didn't die right away.

She was a gymnast.

She wanted to win the gold medal in the Olympics.

I'll get you the best artificial

legs in the world, I told her.

Someone found one of her sneakers,

the ones that light up.

So I made the stupidest bet with myself:

as long as this sneaker flashes she will be alive.

And I lost.

You know who should talk about this war, Pietro?

A comedian,

someone like Buster Keaton.

Are you happy with your husband?

Yin.

It's a different type of love, but I'm happy.

But I'm happy-

Love only comes once.

It moves like the sea, but it's always the same.

Nice woman.

Let me be, I'm old.

You'll never be old Gemma,

time only brings off your beauty.

What about you?

Are you happy with your wife?

We have a little girl.

We run a restaurant, it's a cultural association.

Do you still write poetry?

Ladies, my friends from Italy, say "Buongiorno" to them.

- "Buongiorno".

- Good Morning.

- Gemma?

- Ana? Ana!

- Gemma!

- No! Don't tell me! You two...

- Are you kidding?

I never would have married this ox.

- She married me!

- Mladjo!

- Gemma! Gemma!

Yes, Gemma, and then we got divorced.

She was cheating on me.

You were cheating on me, you bastard.

You were crazy Mladio, the craziest of us all.

Top of the list, but God didn't want me.

Yes, he's still crazy Gemma, that's why I dumped him

- This is Sebina.

- Hi.

- Gemma. This is Pietro.

- Hi, Pietro.

- Hi, Sebina.

Hi, Gemma.

Ail...

Sorry, I wanted to tell you right away, but I couldn't.

What is this?

Now I understand everything.

The whole trip, the whole thing has been a set up.

What do you want?

What do you want?

To see him.

Look off the window, he's right there.

- He's with his sister.

- Please shut up.

What do you want? Do you want money?

I will pay. It's no problem,

I've been paying my whole life.

I gave money to every single refugee I met.

I took out my wallet and paid.

I'm an Italian citizen.

F" MM.'

I'm going to leave this house now,

and I'm going to take him with me.

Because he's my son, do you hear me?

He's my son.

I thought you were dead, or off of

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