America America Page #5
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feel it?
Keep this coat on at all times.
Even when you're asleep.
Sleep with one eye open.
Vasso, be silent!
Vasso...
Vasso, what is it?
My dear God...
If you send him to the baker's
to bring bread...
you're never sure
he'll come back.
And now, Constantinople,
with everything we have.
Look at him.
Look at him.
Vasso...
if you and I...
have so brought up our eldest son...
that he could fail his family
at this time...
then we deserve to go down.
Mother...
I won't fail you, Mother.
Come on, now.
What are you doing?
I can't swim!
Be careful, the donkey,
you'll knock him in!
What are you doing?
I'll give you whatever you want.
I can't swim!
I'll give you more money.
God will punish you.
God knows my problems.
Be grateful I'm not looking
what's on the donkey's back.
Thief! Catch him!
Catch him! Thief!
Thief! Thief! Thief!
Catch him! Catch him!
How will I ever thank you?
It is I who am fortunate.
I, only I, brother.
This road to Ankara...
is the home of every mother-selling
bandit bastard in Turkey.
What good fortune is mine
to meet a brother on the road!
I beg you, it is my good fortune,
not yours.
You and I, brothers?
Anything I have, is yours.
Just as I know everything
you have is mine.
Brother!
Brother, my heart aches,
when I see this poor animal...
struggling with this load
on his back.
I'm sure that at this very moment,
Allah is saying to himself...
"When will that man,
who is always smiling...
finally become aware of the pain
he is causing this poor beast?"
Do you think that is possible?
No...
Yes, I mean...
Then we must insist that my animal
share the load...
I insist. After all,
smoked meat is heavy.
So? So, as we are brothers
of the road...
our animals must be brothers
as well. Come on, help me.
Get down, get down.
Mukur.
Brother, I know this town well.
I've been a helpless victim of many
a bandit in the town of Mukur.
We'll camp here, on this hillside.
What will we do for food?
Delicious. Delicious meat.
Here, brother, eat.
Food is strength. We've 9 or 10
days' journey to Ankara.
They say the Prophet
walked barefoot...
but it must've been
over different roads.
I can go no further.
would last...
but I expected to ride. I wasn't
prepared for all this walking.
See?
What do you think?
I beg you, consider...
my brother sold a side of delicious
meat his family entrusted to him.
This is my price.
Brother, I did my best.
How are the shoes?
They pinch.
My feet are covered in boils
and sores.
Perhaps you could rest
in the next town.
And you?
I'll go on.
Oh, no, brother,
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