Twice Born

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- Hello?

- Ma-may I speak with Gemma?

- This is Gemma.

- Gemma? Gemma, is that really you?

- Gojko?

- Yes, Gemma. It's me.

- My Gojko?

- Your Gojko.

Who called so early this morning?

Gojko.

From Sarajevo.

He's been trying to reach me

for months, through the Embassy.

They're organizing a show, to commemorate the Siege.

He asked me to go.

Some of Diego's photos will be in it.

I have to go to the office, I have a ton of work to do.

I can't just leave like this.

I don't know...

Of course you know.

Pietro will never come with me.

But it's a chance for him too.

Here.

Gojko!

- He's still alive.

- He's always been alive.

Mom.

Let's go, Mom.

Pietro!

- Beautiful woman!

- Old woman.

- F*** off!

- You are a rocker.

- I'm a joker.

You liked it?

- Very much.

- Is there any ice cream?

- Yeah there is a corner.

How do you say "ice cream" in Bosnia?

- "Sladoled".

- Chokolada, vanila...

- If I just say ice cream will they understand me?

Ok.

Can I have some money, please?

Wait. Here.

Thank you!

- He's a good kid.

- He's like his father.

Call me, Gemma, any time.

I sleep sitting up...

because if I'm lying down I can feel my heart in my eyes.

It was easier to run through the

grenades that to walking on ruins.

Gemma '7?

I'm Gojko, your guide.

So, you're doing some research on...

Oh, on Andric.

Yes, for my thesis.

- So, do you have a good place to stay?

- Yes, a guesthouse. I'm fine.

Don't worry because you could sleep

under a bridge on the Miljacka,

nobody would bother you.

There's not a drunk or thief to be

found these days, you know.

Communist cleanup.

This is the first time we are baring

our ass to the world.

Please.

Olympic Games are about to start

and we have no snow, so, I'm a little bit worrying.

- Look, I'm here to study Andric's work.

- Ah...

I need someone who can take me to

places related to his life in Bosnia.

Maybe you're not the right person.

I have a car!

- What are you doing?

- No, no, no. Don't worry.

It's German. The Germans do their

assembly work here, they trust us.

And you want to know why?

Because we are so precise.

Okay, so maybe we are not so precise

but we sure are cheap.

I pay you very well.

You must be a real whore.

- What?

- You must be a real whore.

Stop. Stop the car!

What the f*** are you trying to teach

me? What are you, Italian professor?

Poetry is the art that listens to human life.

She's crazy!

Poetry... Poetry is God when he feels

nostalgia for men.

It's difficult to translate poetry.

"Alum mo!

A fist-full of earth falling,

as the gravedigger swears, spits."

Please Gemma, get in.

It's not my car, a friend lent it

to me. I give him half my pay.

Please, please get in, enough of this.

You bring good luck.

Beautiful Italian woman!

What was the poem about?

A gravedigger.

He has to bury a poet,

and he curses and smokes on his grave.

- And spits.

- Yes... yes and spits

I understood something.

It's pronounced just like it's written,

and the words agree with others close to them.

For example, if there is a feminine

noun, everything else becomes feminine.

We are very gallant, you know?

You got married?

- Yeah.

- Tell me, what is she like?

I was lucky.

What about the house in Monte Trebevic?

Is it still there?

It's covered with mines but...

if you want we can go up there together and get blown up.

Guys, guys!

Your attention, please.

Let me introduce my Italian friend.

Gemma, this is Zoran, a great mime.

Also known as Kafka.

His father, our local philosopher, also known as Kant.

This is Bojan, our amazing saxophone player.

Come on here. Let me introduce to

my Italian friend,

this is Diego, photographer,

American friend. Diego.

"Unequal"

This is Mladio, a great sculptor

and he's the craziest of us.

The great actress Ana

A woman everybody wants and many have had.

I spent the whole day lying in the

snow with skiers jumping over me,

ice chips flying in my eyes.

I'm probably going to go blind. It's

not a great idea for a photographer

But I don't understand why you didn't wear sunglasses.

Dammit!

No, that's like making love with your clothes on.

Nothing can come between you and the lens.

Here.

God that laugh.

- Are you seeing someone?

- I have been someone for many years.

- What about you?

- Me?

I'm free!

I'm free!

Drop everything and run away with me.

Mm-hm, where to?

who work in these mines in Camaru.

I was going to leave tomorrow.

I was so happy, but now I'm so sad.

I'm also leaving tomorrow.

- Excuse me, Mirna Mari?

- Room 13.

"Mama"?

"Mama..."

May I take her?

Be careful with her head.

Allow me to introduce myself, young lady.

I'm your brother, Gojko.

And I'll also be your father,

in the memory of our recently departed dad.

What is it?

My mother wants to thank you for giving me work.

Very good.

She asked if you'd like to hold the baby.

Oh, she is so sweet.

So small.

Do you want children?

Now"?

It's all I want.

Come on, Come on, Welcome to my house.

Principessa italiana can sleep here.

You, photographer you will sleep in my room.

Don't worry, sheets are clean enough,

and I'll sleep on the couch.

- Tell me.

- Our poet has fallen asleep.

- Okay, good night.

- No, I'm in love with you.

- You are crazy.

- I--I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

- Okay. How old are you?

- Twenty-three.

OWN-Obi

Nice poem, Gojko, congratulations.

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