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She's struck gold. These polite

Croats are weak fucks,

you won't even feel it.

-Good for her.

Sure is. He didn't hit me once.

Wait, wait... he didn't

punched you or kicked you?

Unbelievable!

Not even when he was trying

you out? -He didn't try me.

F***ing fagot!

-Croat pervert!

You won't know this road.

It was built not even

two years ago.

It's not in such

bad shape after all.

No holes. Windows and

doors need to be put in;

maybe some work done on the

roof. Paint it inside and out,

put in some power lines

and indoor plumbing

and you could live

quite comfortably.

Give me a double.

What are you doing

back here?

What are you staring at,

Peric, just keep pouring.

Bring the bottle.

You're back! You've come to

fix the house and to visit me?

You think my husband's gonna

let a Serbian whore prance

in front of my house?

Why are you all standing around?

You let her drink here

and while her husband

slaughtered Croats,

you were all clapping!

Hit her, Mio!

Go right away, or else.

D'you hear?

Don't whisper, smack her

so she knows her place!

Janitor... Still jerking off

to the suiting up for PE?

What?!

What the hell?!

Go.

No one will be hitting

or insulting this woman.

I knew it would be like this.

Women are complex beings;

they speak even

when they say nothing.

You only get to know a woman

when you look at her up close,

because from afar you

can't get to know a town

or a house,

let alone a woman.

You only watch from afar

when there's a war on.

Soldiers watch

their enemy from afar,

and they are sure

that they know him.

Because that's a soldier's nature,

they aren't required to think.

They just get their orders.

And wait.

But even if you know

what's already happened,

you can never tell

what's about to happen.

Bananas and two yogurts.

If a woman was

a man's only worry...

...he'd have it easy.

But he doesn't.

Who cooks for you?

I do, mom.

How's business going?

It's alright.

Does your wound hurt?

A little, when

the south wind blows.

I read that they will increase

pensions for disabled veterans.

That's a good thing.

-I know.

This is old news.

When his mom arrived

in the hospital two months ago,

the doctor told him

straight away.

Your mom's lab reports are in.

What can I say?

She has complete

kidney failure

and is entirely dependent

on the machines

until we find a suitable donor,

of course, you see?

Am I not one?

-I know.

But your dear mother doesn't want me

to cut you open, butcher you up, see?

Never mind what she wants,

I'm the donor.

Fine, we'll know everything

after they do

a check-up on you

down in the basement.

Trouble will make

a man do anything.

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