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- Why?

Jenny had since two years

no residence permit.

We don't also, now.

Did she tell you anything?

No.

In a few days I could

be deported. Thank you, Jenny.

- What will you do now?

- I do not know.

A lawyer representing migrants,

wanted to help me.

You're in trouble.

You are not eating?

- I have to tell you something.

- What?

Before mom died, she has learned

that the "Nameless" lives.

What?

Tassos told her that the "Nameless"

lives in Thessaloniki.

Tassos? And how did Tassos found her?

He called Jenny.

He wanted a reboot.

Tassos saw the "Nameless"

in a club.

He married again

and changed his name.

He now got money.

I was glad she spoke

again with Tassos.

Then she began to drink

and insulting the "Nameless".

As always.

She wanted a DNA test from him,

because I'm underage.

- In order to get at money.

- Nonsense.

We would get his money

and obtain the nationality.

No one could deport you.

- If he had wanted ...

- I Do Not Give A Sh*t!

We have no father. Forget it!

What are you doing there?

The bed.

- Here we are going to sleep?

- Yes.

It's damn hot downstairs.

Help me.

- What do you get?

- A coke.

You drink your coke and go.

You are underage.

- You're Jenny's son?

- Yes.

- You look for Tassos?

- Yes.

Ask your mother.

- She died two weeks ago.

- I'm sorry.

So I was looking for him.

They had no more contact.

Yes I know.

I also had a quarrel with him.

Six years ago.

It was not my fault.

He drank and got over with anyone.

Jenny said he had now a club.

I just do not know where.

That's right, in Larisa.

"Paradiso" its called.

Treasure.

- "Paradiso"?

- Yes exactly.

- Hello, Mr. Kostas.

- Hey, Mustafa.

- A Beer.

- Denis, a beer.

What is your name?

- Dany. Hi.

- Mustafa.

- Come on, let's dance.

- No.

Come on, we're dancing.

This and that there.

- You have long been in Greece?

- I was born here.

- You no Albanian?

- Sure, Albanian.

- Here?

- Yes.

How much money do you take?

20 euros. I very difficult to find customers.

I earn 1000 euros

and go to Italy.

- You come with me?

- I can not.

Why?

- I'm going to Thessaloniki.

- Thessaloniki.

Why?

My father is there.

Fascists!

- Quick away, the fascists!

- Fascists.

Axes and fire, kill the Arabs.

Greece

belongs to the Greeks and Christians!

What are you looking at?

Leave her alone!

Let her, a**holes!

Let me go!

Run away! Run away!

Where are you, Dido?

Hey, you there.

Get here!

- I brought the young Albanian.

- We're still talking.

Let us briefly alone?

I am Antigoni,

Odysseas' lawyer.

We had a phone call.

Did they do that here?

- What is that?

- What?

He has bruises on his shoulder.

No Idea.

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