Do Not Forget Me Istanbul Page #2

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authentically Turkish.

I'm going back to the hotel.

You're leaving me here alone?

Screw the train.

We're here to enjoy and relax.

We've earned it.

Go to hell.

What?

So, I'm never relaxed!

I'm always the one who's bitching!

I don't give a sh*t

if you buy the toy for that kid.

They're your friends anyway.

My friends?

Marija can't stand me.

And Milan says I'm too nervous.

He said you need

a break from Belgrade.

And that kid is

an impossible brat.

He's unbearable...

...like you are unbearable.

Screw this vacation

and the shopping.

Stop it.

We can't have

a vacation anymore.

Stop it! Stop bitching!

How much?

The kid is

too young for a puzzle.

Two lira! Ok?

I'm not feeling well.

Let's get out of here.

I feel dizzy again.

That's from this weather.

We'll sit down soon,

let's just buy something first.

I'm tired.

I know.

That's why we're here.

I can't.

All this is terrible for me.

You're exaggerating.

I hate this bargaining.

Your bargaining.

I hate not knowing what the price is.

I don't get it.

What's the point?

How do they make

a profit when you lower the price?

And why do you always

feel like sh*t in the end?

For me it's great.

I like it. I'm having fun.

I won't let you ruin everything again.

Well then, enjoy.

Mirko...

Mirko!

Sorry, I don't understand you.

You've confused me with someone else.

I'm in a hurry.

I said I'm in a hurry, sorry.

Son.

Everything will be alright son.

My dear...

Mother! Mother!

Let me in!

Blood 0 Rh-.

Really?

Do we have any?

No.

Is she his mother?

Check if her blood type matches.

Hurry.

Mirko is my son.

Our only child.

He was recruited into the army.

That was 15 years ago.

It was war time.

And then they told us...

that he died.

And so we buried him.

We thought he was dead.

And now I've found him.

I've found him here.

It's him, I know it.

I have a photo of him.

Somebody stole my wallet.

Everything will be alright...

...now that I've found him.

Sorry, I can't understand you.

I am really sorry.

Where were you all this time?

I took a walk.

They found yourwallet

at the reception.

Check if everything's in there.

Let's go shopping.

Fayez?

Fayez Haadi?

My God!

I recognise you from TV

and the papers.

Yeah, it's awful.

On the contrary.

You should be proud.

Your books honour

the Palestinians.

I wish it was that simple.

Are you still in Tel Aviv?

Dad, actually...

I'm in Istanbul.

Istanbul?

What are you doing in Istanbul?

Are you alone?

Who would I be with?

I don't know.

Like I don't get why you went to

Tel Aviv in the first place.

If my book is to be

adapted to the screen...

...it's hard to avoid the Israelis.

Your naivety is the reason why...

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