Scream of the Ants

SCREAM OF THE ANTS

Mohsen Makhmalbaf

Hey, boy!

Going?

Do you think the train coming?

Do not train?

What time is the train passes?

The train is not coming.

Is a way for a vacant lot.

I rubbed her feet.

Nothing heals.

Nothing? Heal?

Why is it always have to argue?

Look at yourself! From the beginning,

our trip you want one, I another.

Do you know why?

Want to know why?

In order to live, I must

stroking your hair, kiss your lips,

put your head on your chest,

to hear your heartbeat.

Look at your feet!

Dry as a shrub in the desert!

Stop it. I'm not in the mood.

I'm sorry, are you from?

I'm sorry, are you from?

I do not know.

It is better said in English.

Where are you, lady?

We are from Iran.

- Nice to meet you.

- Me too. Are you a tourist?

No, I am a journalist from the south of India.

I believe

you want to meet with Seyi Baba?

No, not with Seyi Baba.

Then, perhaps, with the Dalai Lama.

Dalai - who?

You know the Dalai Lama?

Spiritual leader, who lives in the Himalayas.

No, I do not know.

Then what brings you to India?

We are looking for a special person.

Special person?

We are all special in India.

What is that special person?

This person is called

Ideal or perfect man.

I'm the perfect man.

Do not you think?

No, I believe you.

What does he do?

This perfect man?

He performs miracles in people's lives.

You know, most of the foreigners,

coming to India, stupid.

We are stupid?

Yes. No offense to my words.

Because you do not chase after those things.

What is a miracle?

What is, in your opinion, a miracle?

I do not believe in miracles. I believe in reality.

All the world's a miracle.

This heat - a miracle. Life - a miracle.

What is a miracle, do you think?

What is a miracle, do you think?

I can

a long list. You wonder.

Sorry. I did not hear.

For example, you wonder. You are very beautiful.

Such a miracle.

You wonder.

Your smile - a miracle. So beautiful.

Can I?

Your husband, quarreling with you

Non-violence in the country - a miracle.

Tourists coming to India - a miracle.

We have a lot of miracles. Life - a miracle.

What can you say?

Yes, but this man

doing something special with people's lives.

We came to see him.

For this

we came to India. My husband and me.

What a coincidence. I'm here to

take a picture of a miracle for his newspaper.

But you do not believe in miracles.

I came to find out if this is true.

As a journalist,

You must be very busy in India.

The wonders of high demand,

foreigners come after them.

I always have a lot of work.

Presumably, the old man can

stop the train look.

Look? Svom look?

So people say.

I came to find out if this is true.

I agreed with the engineer.

I am going to look at it up close.

If you want to come with me.

We can go with you?

Hey, are you still angry?

He says he is a man,

which stops the train look.

Want to see it?

- Why not?

- But it was not allowed to fight.

Okay, we'll go with you.

How long are you here?

I can not imagine

how much. Probably 7 or 8 years.

Why did you come here?

I came to this place,

Because I am a lot of grief.

I have traveled and came here.

And my soul asked: what is the meaning of life?

I was in mourning.

I sat there, thinking,

that will train and move me.

But then

I fainted from hunger and cold.

Then my soul said:

"Even the train is not coming. What is the point to die?"

I did not move.

I sat here.

Finally, the train came.

The engineer stopped the train.

The passengers got off the train and said:

"Baba, how did you

stop the train look? "

I said, "Brethren, I do not stop

train. This driver stopped the train. "

He said - he can stop

train? This driver stops the train.

They say that you are giving advice

everyone who comes here.

I do not give serious advice. I do not want

stop the train with his eyes.

Here come the poor,

They beg for food from the passenger trains.

They will not let me out of here. I am here

trapped. If only someone had taken

me out. I am filled with sadness.

It has no magical powers.

That's why I'm here. Somebody

save me. Get me out of here.

I miss my children.

He says, "Save me.

Take me away from here.

People will not let me go.

Bring me back to my family. "

You know,

it is a good idea. But these people are dangerous.

Take a chair!

Let him go! Let him go!

How beautiful!

Your eyes are a tourist.

Give me the camera, I'll show you the truth.

My mind is in turmoil.

Love ...

Death ...

All this nonsense.

I do not understand

what a great beauty you see here.

It's really beautiful,

I just do not see it?

Am I

longer distinguish between beauty and ugliness?

They are all so friendly.

They say

Gandhi loved the poor,

but his rejection of violence

was convenient for the rich.

Check it out! This boy is laughing.

Why is he laughing?

I came to vanity

in theory, then in practice.

First, poverty ...

poverty ...

impotence or indifference.

They stand for hours

in line for a piece of bread.

They go on about non-violence,

but nonviolence turned violent.

They seemed to sleep,

being in a collective stupor.

Why is there no revolution in the country,

where 99% of the population lives in poverty?

India for me

not a starting point. It is the final point.

What is God's answer to poverty and misery?

His reply to you

definitely not divine socialism.

On poverty

God's answer - the small joys.

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