Annemin Yarasi Page #2

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Nerma remembers nothing afterthat.

He had an eagle tattoo on his belly.

That's all Nerma remembers.

She eitherforgot the rest

ordoesn't want to remember.

Nerma, how about you rest a bit?

Did I talk too much again?

It's not that.

Have a lie-down.

- I'll rest then.

- Uh-huh.

- I'll rest. I won't sleep.

- Don't sleep, just rest.

Vedad's teachers messed with my head.

I don't know what we should do

with the boy.

- He'll be OK.

- Then I'll sing to myself.

What shall I sing?

- The Vardar Plain.

- The Vardar Plain.

The Vardar Plain

Vardar Plaln

Mirsad. Mirsad.

- Come and lie with me.

- But Nerma, the boy's waiting.

Five minutes. It'll be OK.

Five minutes.

Nerma was 16 when you were born.

We moved here.

Mlrsad doesn't khow a thlng.

He was in the war.

I gave you to an orphanage.

I had Nerma and Mirsad get married.

Then Nerma began taking a lot of pills.

She forgot everything.

I haven't said a word to Nerma.

I won't either.

Norshould you.

You mustn't say.

She doesn't recognize you.

You know why nights are dark

and plants flowerfor a season?

OK, do you know...

How much I hate chatterboxes?

But I neverwant you

to stop talking.

There's a new life in this house.

Ayoung child.

I don't know

what Sadk told you.

But here's some money.

Here.

Take these, too.

You can't stay here.

Who's that man?

Why do you want to know?

Who?

I'm making beans fortonight.

Hello, Hseyin.

How's things?

What was ourteacher called?

Saffet. Of course.

- It's best if you don't go.

- No, I have to.

He might be dead.

God willing he isn't.

My child.

Are you going?

Why did you come

if you're going so soon?

Umm... I'm distant relative

of yourhusband's.

It was just a visit.

I'll come again maybe.

OK, Salih. Salih.

But Vedad's a nice name, too.

Good.

You're very beautiful.

So are you.

What's the big deal?

Goodbye, then. Thanks.

Where is he?

- Who?

- The boy.

I don't know.

He must've gone.

Where will I find him?

Why do you want to know?

Where is he?

He may be dead.

God willlng he Isn't.

In that case

go to the right place.

Go to Prijedor.

Prljedor.

- Off you go, son.

- Go on, sweetie.

Be careful on the way.

- He's coming.

- Learn well today, son!

Don't run!

You think I was rude to the boy?

Huh? Yesterday.

I spent 5 minutes inside

and then he was gone.

Why worry about it?

He seemed a good lad.

He can fend for himself.

- Who is the man?

- The soldiers call him Lazar.

They all have nicknames.

His real name is Borislav Milic.

He was Nerma's neighbor.

My child, to forglve someone

you must sometimes punish them first.

He has an eagle tattoo on his belly.

That's all Nerma ays she remembers.

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