Halimin put

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West Bosnia 1977.

Mixed orthodox and muslim people.

Inspired by true events.

HALIMA'S PATH

F***ing antenna.

Little bad weather and you can't

get any signal.

What's on the news?

- The usual, meetings, talking nonsense.

It started raining.

- Good, it's been a while.

Aunt! Halima!

- Safija?

Sit down, I'll get it.

Dear God Safija, what are you doing

here? You didn't walk here didn't you?

He'll kill me aunt, he'll kill me!

- Who's going to kill you child?

Father, when he finds out!

- Slow down, take it easy.

I didn't...

I didn't get it...

- What you didn't get? - I didn't get it!

How can that be, God save you!

It's late... It's two months late.

I didn't think...

- You didn't think anything! Who did it?

Alright child, crying won't help us,

we'll figure something out.

He'll kill me!

- Take it easy. Tell me first, who did it?

He has to marry you while

he's single, do you understand woman?!

You know what's your father like, head

will roll! - He can't marry me, he can't!

Why not? Is he married?

- It's not that...

Not what? - He's not ours.

- Serb?

I love him aunt, I love him!

- My God, what should we do?

Where's the boy?

- Around here, he should be here soon.

There he is.

- Is there something to eat?

I'm starving.

- You could've come earlier.

I'm serving dinner for the fifth time.

- I was checking on pigs.

Look at this weather, a storm.

- You did right, sit down Slavo, sit.

Drink one with your old man.

- No thanks.

Just to eat something, to get warm.

- Go one, take one. - I can't.

Leave the child alone.

- He's not a child anymore, and he won't

be single anymore soon.

- What did you hear? Lucky mother...

Now tell me, I heard you have some

girl over the hill, in Cemerua.

In Cemerua?

- Zora, these are man business.

He won't bring a Turk in the house, God

forbid! - Did you hear me? Not a word.

Tell me... is there something... or not?

What if there is? - Nothing, but I should

hear it from you, not from others.

If she's good for you, she's good for me

too. I don't have a problem with that.

You're sure giving him good advices...

I can't listen to that anymore.

I told her that she shouldn't listen,

didn't I?

Tell me, is there something or not?

There is. - There is?

There is. - Alright, and?

And what? - What are your plans damn it?

- I planned to marry her.

To marry her? - Yes, to marry her.

- But you know what will village say...

I don't care about that.

Me neither, but did you saw your mother?

She acts like she got bitten by snake.

And Germany? - I won't go.

- You won't...

I arranged everything, uncle is waiting

for you, he found you a job in Munich.

I don't want to go to Germany.

I want to get married.

Think about it again, there's no hurry.

- Dad, I don't have to think about it.

Think about it. If you still want to get

married after that, let it be.

F*** the village, and f*** Germany too!

And mom?

- F*** her too... I'll talk with her.

Eat that, it will get cold.

Safija?

Safija?

Safija!

Where's that girl?

Safija! Get over here, do you hear?!

Safija!

Child!

Safija!

Safija!

I'm here.

What Avdo said?

- He doesn't know yet.

No one has dare to tell him

that Safija is pregnant.

He's your brother, but he's a fool.

He'll make some trouble.

Do you have the money?

- Two thousand, it's enough.

You could've bring more, he's your brother

- Yes, but he's a fool, just like Avdo.

We don't have great brothers...

Where have you been brother, I drank

half the bottle while I was waiting.

Congratulation Mustafa, here's a chicken

and some pie. - You shouldn't have. Come in.

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