Oktoberfest

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Calm down.

- Alright.

Wait, wait.

I'm coming right away.

You must help us. Okay?

- Okay.

Here.

What's this?

- What?

What is this?

- It's all we've got.

That's not enough.

- That's all.

Out of question.

Please. Look, I can't take it any more.

I can't either.

Hurry up!

Lule, where are you?

C'mon, we almost forgot you here.

Good evening.

Hi, kids.

Have you got anything to declare?

- Nothing.

Open it!

Hurry.

Colleague, what's new? - That guy probably

has got drugs hidden underneath the van.

Do you have something? - Nothing,

just some kids coming back from the field trip.

Your passport, please.

OKTOBERFES Oktoberfest,

ladies and gentlemen,

means very much to me.

It's a complete fulfilment of my dreams.

The dream of my life.

Oktoberfest is world of light,

world of fun.

But, I can't remember how

the whole fun has finished.

I woke up in a room of that

hostel at Rotweissplatze,

chaos in my head,

centrifuge works,

roundabouts and carrousels are sparkling,

barley gushes out of my nose.

Slowly, I'm coming to myself.

I'm lying in bed almost naked.

Something's wrong, like it's empty.

The gang drifted apart.

Like something's missing.

Where's my backpack?

The fun there was that someone hides

your backpack, and then you look for it.

I went crazy, but I've finally found it.

As I had left without money,

I had no other option,

than - Departure Homeland.

At the station, I spent the

last money on a can of beer.

My train had run away...

What was I to do until the following day?

Whatever you do, you need bucks.

There is no great fun otherwise.

Then I remembered that toilets

were clean and I got down

to the subway station.

I saw that cabin cost 30 pfennings.

I had it that much, so I went

inside and locked myself in.

I opened up beer, drank a half at once.

It was warm inside, nothing stank,

clean, no intruders,

like in a B category hotel.

I put my walkman on, closed my eyes -

mess in the head,

Oktoberfest, rampage,

I'm taking off and disappearing,

faster and faster...

And then I fell asleep.

I dream like someone shouts

"death" or something like that...

Who the hell is dead, I wonder?

Look!

- Wait.

And what's happening, really!?

Some guy came and saw my legs,

he thought it was a corpse.

He banged at door and I opened them.

I saw three cops outside.

One pulled me out, they took

my passport, looked at it -

obviously, "Yugoslavia", I said: "Yes",

and the other one, like:

"Not sleeping here -

hotel, board."

Well, if that's all, we are

"Ich liebe dich".

And then I went to Munich and walked

all day and night long, until dawn.

For how long does this Oktoberfest last?

Last week of September,

and first week of October.

Bane, wait! What were you going

to say about the tram?

You know, that thing.

I got the message.

Don't. Someone will drop in.

- They won't.

Someone will drop in.

I've got an empty flat.

Wanna go?

I won't.

- Why?

No, someone could come.

- They won't, I'll lock up.

Don't lock up!

- How about tomorrow?

Give my your phone number.

- 41 88 55. Can you remember?

41 88 55?

- That's right.

Let's go.

- No one is coming, you see?

They are.

The guy opens the door and you can't enter,

you can't just fall to the sidewalk.

Why didn't you call me?

They took my phonebook.

Who took it?

- Police.

Why they need your phonebook?

- They wanted your number,

so they took my notebook.

- I'm asking you seriously.

I asked them seriously too.

They took it from me twice.

In fact, I thought you won't answer.

- Answer, answer!

Why are you yelling at me?

- Why I'm yelling!? 'Cause I want to!

Why not yell!?

If something is important in my life...

if they took my passport two years ago,

if they still don't give it back,

is that important?

If they see junkie in me,

if I have no money,

if they're screwing with me,

if I want to go somewhere,

is that important, huh?

Is that important?

You are yelling at me.

You don't love me at all.

Hi, Slaa. You know who's

on the phone? It's Vanja.

How on Earth dare you say, 'Vanja who'?

Vanja from the bar.

Right. What are you doing tonight?

Why, how? I thought...

I've got an empty flat.

I woke up at the border and nothin',

nobody asks you anything.

I only had images of Oktoberfest

still running through my head,

roundabout, chicks,

booze, real chaos.

Everybody drinking around me,

some girl's head fell

in my lap, as if she wanted

to give me a blowj*b.

Some chicken meat on the ground...

I must shave you a bit.

Here you go...

What a smell around here.

- Of course, there are only buffalos.

There are camels and giraffes,

elephants on the right,

reptiles and rodents are down there,

and monkeys up there.

I'm bored to wait anymore.

- Wait.

See you at the station.

- Wait, he may come any minute!

Did I say that elephants are there?

24, 25, 26, 27,

28, 29, 30, 31...

Come on!

Open up!

Are you nuts!? If I just take this bar,

next time you won't...

What's the matter with you?

- Move!

Wait!

Stop!

Come on, Mile, it's the time.

- I can't even drink my coffee.

Mile is kid, Mile doesn't know,

he knows nothing, never.

Don't be nervous already.

About that wedding too -

Nothing until he has found a job.

Only if you find a job for him.

He can start right now.

If he wants to dig.

Or like me.

- Why's that so bad?

You have everything.

Washed, ironed, cooked...

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