Va, Vis Et Deviens (Go, See, and Become) Page #2

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This kid's driving me nuts.

Not in the park or the rooms.

We've woken everyone.

I've called the police.

Come on.

Schlomo, stop!

Leave him alone.

He's just a child. Leave him!

- He's only 9 years old.

- This child...

He learns Hebrew quickly

and is very interested in school.

I see his violence,

but we've got to give him some time.

I want a solution now.

He needs a stricter school

that will control him better.

Maybe Echel Avraham.

Is there any surviving

family member?

Nobody from his old village

wants him.

Do you have any ideas? Tell me!

Schlomo ran away, barefoot,

wrapped in a sheet.

Which way did he go? Which way?

Towards the south, Ethiopia.

Why?

Maybe he's trying

to return to his old life,

with his mother and family.

Time and another school

will never bring

Schlomo's mother and family back.

It's impossible.

I understand.

That's fine. Thanks.

Come in, please.

Schlomo, your adoptive parents,

Yael and Yoram Harrari.

it can go up to 200 km/h.

Volvo, the best car in the world.

Do you like cars, Schlomo?

You can call us "daddy"

and "mommy", if you want.

This is your brother and sister:

Tali and Dany.

Look, the stadium!

You can come and run here

if you want. I'll sign you up.

You like to run, don't you?

Gramps, they're here.

Come and see.

They're here. Daddy, daddy!

Hello, my cherubs.

Not a word about his

dead parents, okay?

This is Schlomo.

This is Tali,

Dany... and Gramps.

Yoram's father.

You're a polite boy.

We never looked somebody in the eye

where I grew up either.

He grew up in Egypt.

- Near Ethiopia.

- That's all you have?

What, I didn't say anything

about his dead parents!

Your room.

It was mine before.

You can put whatever you want

on the walls.

I forgot the presents!

Right... the presents.

This is from us, Yoram and myself.

My present.

If you want to write a diary,

I have one.

This is good luck where I come from.

A kippa, from us.

- Hello!

- Hello, Mother.

- Is he here?

- Yes.

Did he get here by bus?

No, we picked him up.

Where is he?

That's French.

Our native language...

Is this him?

He's so adorable!

You take plane... no afraid?

Mother, he speaks Hebrew.

Hebrew in Ethiopia?

Is he sick?

He's pale. I mean... pale-black.

- He's fine, mother!

- Are you sure? Have you checked?

Go see Dr. Cohen. He's wonderful.

He doesn't need to.

He's doing fine!

"Injara",

the traditional Ethiopian dish.

Listen, Schlomo...

I'd like to tell you that we know.

Everything.

We prefer to be clear...

I wanted to tell...

No, it's us...

We're your parents now.

Schlomo, we're left-wing people.

- I wanted to tell...

- We like to be frank,

honest, and respect others.

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