Undeva la Palilula Page #2

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How Pantelica would pat

that lamb and call it "baby"...

Mr. Ilie!

Mr. Ilie!

Hey, boss!

Boss!

Come on, they're taking Pantelica away.

What was wrong with my stew, Ilie?

Hey Leana! Be careful, you

might cut off the power again.

F***ing wires.

What are you doing!?

Smoking again?

Had I been asleep for minutes or days?

I didn't know.

I was so hungry, my stomach ached.

But it was not my fate

to starve in Palilula.

My fate was to die a slow death, my marrow

eaten by that stupid X-ray machine.

Who the hell had turned it on?

Pantelica!

Look f***ing alive!

Is that how you're mourning Pantelica?

Pantelica!

I understand Ilie has been settling you

in at "Boema" for a couple of days now!

Welcome to the club.

Thanks. I don't drink.

Just a little. For Pantelica's soul.

Who was Pantelica?

The best doctor in Palilula.

Best in the country. Famous in the world.

Socrates. A genius. God rest his soul.

I have something to say.

Something terrible happened this morning.

I think I was irradiated.

Don't worry.

The X-ray machine hasn't worked in years.

The lights come on just for show.

Dear comrades and friends,

in these difficult times, we have gathered

to pay homage to a great scholar.

On that sad morning I got to know

my distinguished colleagues.

My new friend, Dr. Gogu, introduced them.

That's f***ing Trotsky...

Virgil Cringasu, Chairman of the Party,

true communist.

...the passing of our

beloved comrade Pantelica...

Dr. Predoleanu, distinguished forensic

surgeon, and his moronic assistant,

Mr Nita Leonardo.

Imbecile coroner and countryside nurse.

He's got the syringe needle in his lapel.

He uses that for all his shots.

Mr. Bartolomeo, pharmacist

of noble descent and taste. Opera fan.

An alcoholic. He studied in Paris.

Cirrhosis. An aristocrat.

Those two are pharmacists, too.

Twins. Venena and Separanda.

I don't know their real names.

Those two, Laurel and

Hardy, are their husbands.

Heavy drinkers but...

p*ssy whipped.

Mitica Limoncelli.

That's our Mr. Barza,

head of the local frog business.

And now "les grandes dames" of Palilula.

And Petrica, their manager.

The Hermaphrodite,

head of the emergency service.

A woman in full moon, a

man during half-moon.

You already met Olga.

And this is Pista, her husband.

Leana, the cleaning woman,

bit of a nympho.

You f***ing whore!

Comrade Leana!

Comrades!

If I hadn't been so hungry,

I'd have said Palilula was heaven.

But I was hungry.

I would have gone home right then.

Comrades!

Go back to your places!

The Party has sent us a replacement

for the irreplaceable comrade Pantelica,

A young representative

of our socialist medical school

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