Half Moon Page #2

Hello, Mamo.

Hello, put this flag to one side.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Mamo!

Hello.

And your instruments? Where are they?

Kako told us to hide them

under the seats.

No! Take them out!

They'll let us into lraq.

I worked for seven months

to get the authorisation.

You can take them out

and stow them up top.

Let's go Kako.

Son, send an e-mail to my other sons

in Germany right away.

Doctor Majed and Mansoor.

Yes.

Ask them when they're leaving

and on which plane.

Where are we going now?

To Sortchoo.

Sortchoo?

Why?

Haven't you heard?

The water overflowed from the dam

and flooded a dozen villages.

Senoor transferred her school there.

Any human loss?

None, thanks to God.

Write!

From what e-mail address?

mamokurdistan

@yahoo.com?

Yes.

Teacher! The bus is here.

Over here!

Wait!

Don't go!

Hello, father.

Hello, daughter.

Shall we go?

Hello Mamo.

Could you come down for a moment?

I need to talk to you.

No, let's go. No need to go and talk.

What is it? Did you have a fight?

No. no fight, Mamo.

Please just don't take her.

Come this way please.

First come and see the state we're in.

Dear Mamo, your daughter is ill.

She can't make this trip.

Also, she has all these pupils.

She wouldn't come back

from this trip alive.

Bateen, what is it?

Go. Let us talk.

Why? What are you saying?

Father, I'm OK.

I've been practicing the music

non-stop for seven months.

You feel all right?

I'm all right. He's talking nonsense.

See if I have a fever. I'm fine.

Daughter, you have a fever.

Look! Stand up!

Sit down, sit down children.

They are...

School transfers.

Come on, let's get his autograph.

The floods in Beltchesoor

destroyed a dozen villages.

Their lands, houses, schools,

everything was submerged.

We set up a school here.

They have music lessons as well.

Without Senoor, we cannot do anything.

Enough Bateen. We talked last night.

About what?

We said that I would leave. Let me go.

And these kids?

Accept responsibility for a week.

No. I can't, I can't.

Children, sit down.

Please sit down.

What should I do now?

Whatever you say. It's either

your trip or these poor children.

I'll accept your decision.

Tell one of my sons to come up here.

How many are we with Senoor?

Mamo,

counting Kako and Senoor,

makes fourteen.

What?

Fourteen people.

Dear child,

I don't travel with 14 people.

You can't come.

Why?

Take care of the children.

Sorry Mamo, it's not my business,

But it's 13 that brings bad luck

not 14.

Go away.

It's people like you

that make 13 unlucky.

It doesn't bring bad luck.

You should stay

and take care of these children.

You too, take care of the children.

I'm leaving.

Whatever you say.

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