Bread and Milk

Synopsis: Ivan is released a day early from a treatment programme for alcoholics due to a doctors' strike. He returns to his wife Sonja and his sixteen year old son Robi. The first afternoon he spends at home is very pleasant. The next morning Sonja sends Ivan to a shop to get bread and milk. On the way back Ivan runs into Armando, his high school classmate, and through their conversation at a bar, Ivan finds out that long before Sonja became his wife, Armando spent a night with her. Ivan has his first drop of the hard stuff...Kruh in mleko is a bitter-sweet tale of loneliness, estrangement and the glowing embers of love, where there once used to be a fire.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Jan Cvitkovic
  10 wins & 2 nominations.
68 min


Yes. -Good morning.

You called, doctor?

Oh yes, Mr. Valentini.

It seems that you and I

shall terminate our sessions.

I hope we were successful.

Didn't you say... tomorrow

...that I could go tomorrow?

Something came up, you know.

We doctors have to fight

for our rights sometimes.

Just like anybody, right?

So what, are you guys on strike?

- Striking, yes, protesting.

This country's been acting

stingily to us lately, you know.

Sometimes, it seems that we have

more problems than our patients.

You did well in the program.

A day more or less

shouldn't really matter, eh?

Well, I guess it won't bother me.

- There you go; well done! Marta!

Yes? -Write up a nice letter

of dismissal for him, right?

So, how 'bout that Valentini?

- Fine, fine. Why not?

Pick up your papers from Marta

on your way out. And good luck.

Yeah, thank you, Doctor.

- Not at all, not at all. -Right.

Only... From now on,

take care of yourself, right?

Sure. Thanks again and goodbye.

- Goodbye. Ah, Valentini?

Yes? -Don't forget to take your

macrams with you!

Oh, right; I won't forget.

Thank you, really. -Bye.





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Didn't they say you're coming

tomorrow?-Yeah, they did, but

the doctors are going on strike,

so they let me out today.

Robi. Robi!

So how's the liver now?

Any better? -They said that

it's not... a lost cause yet.

Only... I'm gonna have to be

careful about what I eat.

They gave me a list,

it's all written here.

I'll fix this up for you.

Only, please...

Of course. -No more.

- No way, 'course not!

What can I get you?

- What'cha got? -Got tea...

And some vitamin drink.

- Oh... let's have vitamins.

I'm gonna go wash my hands.

I'm all sticky... from the bus.

All this time, I dreamt spaghetti.

There's other foods too, only...

nothin' beats spaghetti. You see,

if I don't get my spaghetti,

then I start gettin' nervous.

And you make'm the best.

Good thing they thought up,

the Italians. -Chinese. -What?

The Chinese invented spaghetti.

- Since when the Chinese?

I'm going to Italy next week.

- Robi! -Yeah? For what?


What do you mean by work?

To work... pickin' apples.

- Yeah? For how long?


- Don't you have school?

Gimme a break, I don't

feel like it any more.

You don't feel like it any more?

You have to have a profession!

You're not gonna be a wetback for

those jumpin' Italians, are you?

Why jumping? -'Cause they wear

those ugly jumpers. None of us

would ever put one of those things

on, even if threatened with a gun!

And they carry themselves as if

they were holdin' God by his balls,

although they haven't won a single

war in two thousand years!

So what if they didn't?

- What do you mean, so what?

What if Manchester United didn't

win a single game in the past

two hundred years?

What's so funny?

What a... comparison!

At least it pays, you know.

- That's what I'm saying;

you're just cheap labor for them.

They're all the same: Americans,

Germans, Italians, Swiss,

all of' em... -Come on, eat!

Only, history changes. The roles

can switch around quickly.

We could just crack up. The Nato

base in Aviano is right over there,

Right over there! We just occupy it

and then half of Europe is ours.

What does this have to do with

Robi? -Of course it has!

We, Slovenes, never let

ourselves get f***ed with.

Never, huh? -Nope, never did.

Just look at the Serbs, how we

whipped their butts. Even at

football. What was the score? -3:3.

Is that all? Or did you forget

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