Zenne Dancer Page #2

Listen baby-cakes,

if you don't know this sh*t, shut up!

There is no strong, young guy.

That old fart dumped me, okey?

Which one?

But there's a young guy...

Enough!

If you figure it out,

just fax me orsomething.

Thank God.

Idiot!

What's up bro?

A busy day, huh?

How is your aunt Shukran?

I want to visit heragain

but she neverpicks up the phone.

She is still looking for a job.

I told her.

She could work here.

She can't...

Her new boyfriend

is overly jealous.

Anyway...

B*tch.

Don't be late.

I hold yourroom free the whole day.

Madam, it is every Turkish men's duty

to serve his country as a soldier.

Yourson is no exception but

he is a draft dodger.

Concealing his whereabouts is a crime...

Listen son.

Can's father died in combat

in south-eastern Turkey.

Can's brotheralso joined the army

and he is burnt out now.

Can is not a draft dodger...

Anyway...

Let me sign and leave...

Cihan!

Cihan.

Wake up, son.

Mom...

Son. Get up.

Mom...

They came back

for yourbeloved son.

Whatever you do,

they will take him away.

No, he won't go to the army.

He will go like the rest of us.

No, he won't!

Yourprecious son...

You're precious too.

How many letters in your name?

Five.

S- E-V-G-I (LOVE)

Come, rest now.

I thought I was getting a boy

and he turned out to be a girl...

Mom, pass me a beer.

Pick seven cards please.

For you sweety,

I'll pick 14.

What the hell are you doing here?

Ahhh!

I just came to have my fortune told.

Also to apologize forthat night...

Whatever.

Take your ass downstairs and

get yourfortune told there.

Once the cup is lifted,

it has to be read.

Yourfortune is dark, complicated.

Some guy is after you.

And also a foreign guy.

What's this constant money talk?

You end up dancing at a bar.

C'mon really? I don't like dancing.

What exactly do you see?

I see your mom's p*ssy, right here.

Sorry, here is someone to see you.

Leave now!

Now what?

Why don't you answer your phone?

Answerthe damn phone!

The papers are not interested

in warphotos anymore.

I'll see what I can do.

Do something on kids.

Kids always sell.

People want to see hope.

OK, I'll ask the fixer.

Send me something in two days.

Why are you so late, my son?

School ends around this time.

It's been half an hour,

my eyes were glued to the clock.

What's half an hour in Istanbul?

What's this radio station again?

Radio 'Holy Water'.

I am scared.

Istanbul is a dangerous place.

I know...

You called me 26 times today!

I can't wait to see you

get out of this filthy place.

As if ourhometown were cleaner, look!

Neverdeny yourroots.

I wish I could.

May God forgive us.

You're beyond mercy...

Allah has struck you already.

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