Go West Page #3

in the USA.

After Milan's' mother passed away,

when there was nobody else left,

to wait for the postman with

a fistful of dollars

and take care of Milan,

Ljubo returned home.

He opened a coffeehouse

and brought home a piece of America with him.

Don't cut all of my hair.

-Stop it, it's fine.

Well done!

I don't know who's more beautiful.

Why are you scaring me?

Listen. I though how young,

beautiful and busty she was.

It turns out she has a dick.

-Shut up! -I'm sorry, bride.

You've cut your hair. Well done!

What is it? Did you lose all your

sense for humour? -Stop it.

Listen, bride.

Try out the wig.

If it suits you, I'll make some

photos of you

and you'll get the papers first thing tomorrow.

That's it, honey.

Lick your lips.

Tits out. Good.

-Come on, Lunjo!

You've f***ed up my frame.

Be quiet when I make photos.

It's good. Finished.

How's it going bride?

I pee while standing. I'm not used to

these kinds of toilets.

I see. You city girls aren't used to

our rural circumstances.

I'm prone to infections so I have

take care of myself.

I know dear. We women

have to protect ourselves,

cause men won't do it.

They don't care!

I've slaughtered a pig.

Ljubo told me to do so.

I'll wash myself then I'll fetch some

water. Come with me.

Come, you've nothing else to do anyway.

Milan is good. Fine.

You won't be alone in

the long nights.

My god, how good it is to have a man

in bed,

if only sleeping! -Mother!

If nothing else,

he warms you up a bit.

Let's rest. Come, sit down.

I live here. Come chat with me if you ever

feel bored.

Loneliness is killing me.

Howdy, Milena.

-Howdy, Milena.

B*tches! -Stop!

Hands up! Password?

-Get lost you crazy bastard!

You could have raised your bastard

better.

You could have shown who the father is!

What will you do then?

Look at them b*tches, running.

Why is there no water in your village?

He who destroys Godly creations,

will have his well dried-up, they say.

When our people burned down the village

and the mosque

our well dried up.

And what else can they do?

They have to go to their village to fetch water.

Nobody hangs out there.

They get the water and hurry back.

I don't care.

I've got water from them even

before the war.

It's easier to walk on a straight road then

uphill. -What's with the villagers?

In war people are like beasts,

like a herd.

The larger herd eats the smaller one.

The Muslims were good

neighbours.

They didn't manage to realise what

came upon them.

It quickly passed by,

for them it ended quickly.

Let's go, it's getting dark .

Sit, woman.

We're in no hurry.

Even if we were in hurry, we would

have nowhere to go.

What do those shoes mean?

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