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I'm appalled by what's going on here.

It doesn't make me angry. We mustn't get angry.

But when I see it, I'm appalled.

I try to hold back.

It does something to me.

It breaks my heart.

I understand why you're so impressed.

Perhaps you're overreacting?

Perhaps you're humorless?

That's your downside.

You're humorless.

You need to take things more easily.

Distance yourself.

I identify with what's happening here.

I'm involved.

I can't remain indifferent.

But if we worry about everything that's happening around us,

we won't be able to live.

If it happened somewhere else, in a different country,

and we read about it in the papers,

we'd be able to discuss it calmly,

explore the question on all its aspects

and objectively reach a conclusion.

We'd organize discussions,

invite intellectuals and artists,

other audiences too.

It would be interesting.

Constructive.

But when you're trapped in the actual events,

when you're facing a violent reality,

you can't help but be worried.

We can't just watch this from the sidelines.

I'm surprised.

I'm surprised.

I'm surprised.

I'm surprised.

I can't believe it.

No, this isn't happening.

-I'm telling you, over there. -Then let's go.

-Fine. I'll show you. -Fine, fine.

-I want to show you... -Yeah?

-The site. -Yes.

-From this area. I want to suggest... -Suggest what?

Amnon, are you talking about that?

-No, hold on. -About that lot?

-Hold on a sec. -Okay.

There'll be an access road here.

-The two buildings here. -Yes.

The neighborhood here and the area you're tearing down here.

-Right? For buildings. -You're talking about that.

Yes.

-Then let's... -It'll take three years.

-We'll have to change the zoning... -Let's build the synagogue there.

And get building permits.

I don't want that.

You know how many changes I've already made?

This project is nothing like we planned.

We keep changing things.

Okay, but if you ask me...

it should be over there.

-Where? -Where I told you.

Come take a look.

I think we need to find a place

outside of the project, somewhere else.

But tomorrow

we have a meeting with ten families.

First thing in the morning.

Eight o'clock.

Then build the neighborhood a synagogue.

No, you don't understand.

Come take a look.

-I can see it from here. -You can see it?

-Yes. -No, but let me show you...

Look.

There's no room in the back because there's a park,

no room in the front either.

But look over there.

See right where that building connects in the middle?

-You can build it... -This is so discouraging.

in the pool area over there

or we can make the lobby smaller.

-The lobby is pretty small. -So?

We already made it smaller a month ago.

Right? We cut back on concrete

and on aluminum.

-But Amnon... -We keep cutting back.

It's not the same project anymore.

If you ask me, and you are asking me,

you're asking me, right? Good.

-You're the boss. -Then I say

it's either there or there.

Either there or there, next to...

that building's pool.

Or in that building's lobby.

-That's it. -I think...

Solve this.

Tomorrow morning I have to tell the people

that they have a synagogue.

Yes, eight o'clock, allow me to remind you.

Look, these are very big changes

that involve a great deal of...

-Okay, okay. -A great deal of work.

No...

-Let me show you. -Let's go.

Okay, show me.

Be'er Sheva.

Okay, okay.

You have very good room.

This, this is the one.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, welcome.

Yes.

If you need anything, you know where to find me.

People are like that.

They look happy, feel good about themselves.

They're not crazy.

They act natural.

It moves me.

It doesn't annoy me.

There's no reason to get annoyed, it doesn't do any good.

I try to restrain myself.

It's touching.

I'll stick it in the basement, what do you think?

Come on, Amnon,

a synagogue in the basement?

Yes, in the basement.

-We'll paint it... -Praying in the basement?

Forget it.

What about the water-tank room on the roof?

-On the roof? -With AC.

We'll build it out of glass.

-They'll go up there to pray? -All glass.

They'll have a view of Jerusalem.

Jerusalem? I promised them a sea view.

The sea, not Jerusalem.

Come on, Amnon, find a solution.

I think it should be over there, in the lobby,

we'll just make it a little smaller.

Then let's go look at the plans

-and do this seriously. -Okay.

Let's go.

We'll take measurements.

Okay, I'm with you.

What is that?

A rhinoceros!

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness, did you see it?

Oh my goodness.

I really think it's a rhinoceros.

I can see the dust.

Oh my goodness.

I'm scared.

Did you see?

A rhinoceros.

Oh my goodness.

Wait, where was I with them? On page...

20 or 21?

Hold on.

21.

Okay, I have the list of everyone here.

So maybe...

we'll start off with names

and then they'll say where they live.

Hello, everyone.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello.

How are you?

-Very good. -Fine.

Great.

I want to go over what we did earlier,

to refresh your memory, and if you have any questions

feel free to ask.

Let's start in the back with your names.

I'll start.

I'll give the example, then we'll go around to each

of you and we'll write a little too.

-Alright? -Alright.

Okay.

So my name is Dani

and I live in Israel.

I was born in Israel.

What is your name?

-Me? -In a minute.

My name is Alisa.

Alisa?

I was born in Belarus.

In Belarus.

And now you live in Israel.

Now I live in Be'er Sheva.

Be'er Sheva, great.

Okay. Your name?

I am Shimshon.

I was born in India.

-I lived in Mumbai, India. -Oh, wow.

I learned at school for 11 years

and worked in big factory in India.

What?

Factory.

-Company. -Oh, company.

-Company. -Company.

A big company. You speak wonderfully.

-How long have you been in Israel? -Nine months.

-Nine months. -Nine months.

Amazing. That's great.

Anyone else? Let's do this voluntarily.

Your name and where you're from.

Yes?

My name is Sylvia, I was born in India.

Now I live in Israel.

Great.

How long have you been in Israel?

-I've been in Israel for six months now.

-Six months. -Yes.

Fantastic.

And your name, please?

I'm Anastasia, I was born in Russia.

Now I live in Be'er Sheva.

-I am a doctor. -Oh, okay.

Great.

Okay, now I want you to try and write

what you each said.

My name, where I'm from and where I was born,

I'll go around and see if you have any mistakes

even though you speak very well.

Okay? If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Good.

Oh!

It was the first day of the year... 1945

It was cold, snow,

tall, strong wind,

in the distance, boom boom,

cannons, the Russians,

and for a few days, boom boom, getting closer,

our guards are afraid.

They leave us alone.

One day, the next day,

they said, "There are shoes, whoever needs some should come and take."

and we took them.

We went there and they beat us.

I took big, heavy shoes with wooden soles.

After an hour they said,

"Come, we're going because the cannons are going strong again."

So we walked, in rows.

Someone comes, grabs him, says,

"Come, we hide over there,

"Germans not look for us."

I said...

I said, no! I'm going with everyone.

Three minutes later,

bang, bang, bang.

Whoever tried to escape,

in the snow.

We walked and walked and walked

and all around was darkness and cold.

In the distance we see a small village,

smoke coming out of houses.

They put us in courtyard, they said, "Sit here, wait."

We took off shoes, cleaned off snow

and fell asleep. Suddenly, "Hurry!" they yell,

and we started walking again, all night.

The second day was even harder.

Colder.

Even colder.

And whoever stopped got bullet in head.

We kept walking.

We came to another village,

They put us in big barn with straw, up to...

the top.

We went into the straw

and into the...

And we said, now we're not going out.

We're not going anywhere...

We stayed there

until the Russians came.

Yes, that's how it was.

The rhinos are everywhere.

There were 7, now they are 17.

What are rhinos doing in the city?

Rhinos are wild animals.

They should be put in the zoo

so they don't take over us.

Why don't you want to believe that there are rhinos in town?

That's not what I said.

The rhinos could take over us all.

You look scared.

There's a chance they'll take over us all.

You know what? I'm hungry, let's get out of here.

Let's not get excited. If this happens,

we will adapt to it.

That's the reality.

The conversation we had about the artist?

What conversation?

The one we had a few days ago.

I explained the essence of...

the story of the memory of human beings.

What?

You don't remember?

You don't remember that...

I concluded that in the past the principles ruled,

the principles of...

blood and wisdom, not the principles of death and machinery.

No.

-You don't remember? -No.

Here you go.

A person without principles.

Look.

What is it?

It's nothing, that's what it is.

Nothing.

Look at him, what does he look like to you?

What would you say he is?

A doctor? A merchant?

A painter?

-A diplomat? -He could be any of those things.

Does he look like a mathematician to you?

I don't know, what is a mathematician supposed to look like?

-You just said something very wise. -Yes.

A mathematician looks like nothing.

Yes, he can look intelligent, generally speaking,

but aside from religious people

no one looks like they're supposed to look today.

Are you listening?

Yes, yes.

-Yes? -Yes.

Okay, that's all very nice, but...

today everything is falling apart. -No, everything is stuck.

Not only him.

But he doesn't think it's a tragedy, just like you.

And like you.

-Yes? -Yes.

I may be stuck, but I think it's a tragedy.

When you take a mass of people

and take apart their essence, what's left of it

is all kinds of feelings and emotions.

Then the flood will invade us...

Look!

I see one down there.

It's hard to see.

Is it an illusion?

Yes, it's down there.

It's turning around.

It's turning around.

It can't climb.

It's ruining the stairs.

How can we get out of here?

What is the meaning of this?

It's strange.

Come here!

Come here!

Here he comes.

Come see how he's turning around.

He seems suffering.

It looks like he's looking for someone.

What is it?

Didn't you see? Isn't it a rhinoceros?

I can't get used to it.

I may be wrong.

I have nightmares.

I can't fall asleep.

If I fall asleep, it's worse.

I have terrifying nightmares.

Nature is outside.

The sky, the land.

If we go back to a place where we were

just a few hours earlier,

we see that it changes.

How?

The clouds.

Footprints.

Silhouettes, sounds, shades.

Voices.

Dust.

Wind.

Smoke.

Everything changes.

When we plant trees and plants,

the landscape changes.

When we take

a fallow field

and sow it,

all the nature changes.

Man changes the face of his environment.

When we really changed

the face of the landscape, for example,

we drained swamps,

all the waterfalls disappeared.

When...

we chopped down trees in the forest, all the...

beautiful finches disappeared.

When we got rid of the garbage dumps, all the jackals and hyenas disappeared.

When...

we planted vineyards, other birds arrived.

What am I trying to say?

A strange cycle is taking place,

where, for example, if we follow a story of a goat,

the butcher is evil.

And the Angel of Death

will free them all.

What, you're sitting alone?

Yes.

Girls.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello again.

Tell me,

are you speaking Hebrew enough?

A little. Where are you from?

Ukraine.

Ukraine.

What a wonderful coincidence,

I'm also from there.

Yes.

I'll try to speak Hebrew

so you will learn too.

I want to sing a song in Ukrainian,

is that okay?

If you know it, sing along with me.

Do you understand?

Alright.

This song means a lot to me.

It's a song in Ukrainian that my father wrote.

I'll try, okay?

Yes?

♪ Stars are looking at us Like a pair of eyes ♪

♪ The heart does not want The time to end ♪

♪ At this moment My joy will fill the land with song ♪

♪ My love, The twinkling light of my dream ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ I will give you the world ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ The sun, the sky ♪

♪ The sea and the wind, They are all you ♪

♪ They are all you ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ The sun and the sky, the sea and the Wind They are all you ♪

I'm with you. We shall win.

I spoke to the rabbi.

Today we have to talk about the wedding.

The matchmaker should talk to the rabbi.

They should fix the wedding.

-Who is the bride? -The bride is Suissa.

-Which Suissa? -The grocer.

Suissa the grocer?

Yes that one.

And she is the second woman

that the rabbi is considering.

There was a big dispute between the families.

If she really is Jewish.

They really have to resolve this

if they want a wedding.

I cannot tell you anymore.

It's a real discussion.

They have to resolve it.

Otherwise the marriage will not happen

and it will be a mess.

I'm not sure

how they will be able to resolve it.

We are really living in difficult times.

We may need a divine intervention.

We really need His help.

Do you think it's that serious?

The days will tell.

People speak about some threats.

I never heard such things before.

Let's go and speak to the rabbi...

I don't know what will happen.

Strange times...

I too...

I was surprised, like you.

I was surprised.

I'm starting to get used to it.

Your nerves are more balanced than mine

I congratulate you.

You don't think the situation is disturbing?

Of course I'm not saying it's good.

But...

Don't think I'm taking sides...

I'm definitely not on the rhinos' side.

No.

I can't get used to it, nothing to be done.

I may be wrong.

It doesn't leave me, it makes me lose sleep.

Take sleeping pills!

But if I fall asleep, it's even worse.

I have nightmares.

You like to torture yourselves,

admit it.

I swear, I'm not a masochist.

Get used to the new situation.

Get beyond it.

If it's like this, I guess it can't be otherwise.

That's fatalist thinking.

That's wisdom.

When an event like this takes place,

there must be a reason for it.

You have to look for the root of the matter.

But I cannot accept this situation.

What can you do? What do you intend to do?

I don't know yet.

I'll think about it...

Perhaps I should send letters to the papers?

Write manifests?

Ask to meet with the mayor?

And if he's too busy, then with his deputy.

Or I'll let the authorities respond for themselves.

After all, maybe it's not that bad...

We have to cut the evil from the root.

The wickedness...

The wickedness...

Hollow words...

What can we possibly know?

What's good and what's bad.

You worry about yourselves.

That's the truth.

Do you know what happened to her?

She became a rhinoceros.

What happened to her?

She became a rhinoceros.

So... she became a rhinoceros?

We shouldn't laugh about it.

She is provoking us.

She gets dressed up.

She gets dressed up.

It looks serious.

It's for her to decide.

There is surely a meaning behind it.

Perhaps the change is against her will.

That's how it seems.

Does she do it on purpose?

I would be surprised.

Is there evil everywhere?

Perhaps it makes someone happy that she becomes a rhinoceros,

If it makes her happy.

There's nothing unusual about that.

No.

There's nothing unusual about it.

I doubt it will make her happy.

It's hard to say why.

I'm not saying it's bad, after all...

Rhinoceroses are creatures just like us.

They have the right to live just like us.

As long as they don't destroy us.

A dark regime needs rhinos.

A dark regime needs rhinos.

It needs a large group of people

who are spineless cowards,

who can turn their heads and hold their noses

and wait until the evil goes away.

It needs a crowd of cowards,

it needs people who will keep their mouths shut.

Some people hold their nose in order not to smell.

People who can see

but prefer to look the other way.

Yes, but those who won't speak up now

will not have the opportunity to speak tomorrow.

You know the worst thing about people like that?

They go round and round in circles,

hoping something will happen.

As if an earthquake will occur

and the mountain of fear will fall on its own.

Whoever becomes a rhino now

will remain a rhino for the rest of their life.

You know them well.

They're in politics, in the media, even in the arts.

But we can change this reality.

We can struggle.

You could become like them too.

And the others will remain silent.

You shouldn't sleep, you should wake up

so we will have a bright future.

We may not succeed every time we try to fight,

but you'll see that it's contagious and more people will join us.

Right.

You may not succeed the first time...

but things may change.

Just like they multiplied, so can we.

Because in a rhino era,

be a human being.

In a dark world...

be a human being.

Frightened?

Are you frightened?

It means you're awake.

It means you're alive.

What now?

What?

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Read.

Read.

-Understand the reality. -Understand the reality.

Tell it to as many people as you can.

Tell it to as many people as you can.

Until the occupation is over.

♪ It's not over yet ♪

♪ But everyone is over it ♪

♪ We don't trust anyone ♪

♪ They're all liars anyway ♪

♪ Waiting for something to happen ♪

♪ Waiting for nothing to happen ♪

♪ Waiting for... ♪

♪ for what? ♪

♪ It's not over yet ♪

♪ But I'm done with it ♪

♪ I don't believe anyone ♪

♪ They're all liars anyway ♪

♪ Waiting for something to happen ♪

♪ Waiting for nothing to happen ♪

♪ Waiting for... ♪

♪ Who knows? ♪

♪ It's not over yet ♪

♪ This summer is ending and It's already winter. ♪

♪ It's not over yet ♪

♪ This song is already annoying ♪

♪ It's not over yet ♪

♪ But here, in this song, I have control, and now... ♪

♪ Now it's over ♪

♪ This song ♪

♪ This song ♪

♪ Now, it's over ♪

♪ Now this song is over ♪

♪ And it's a good thing ♪

♪ That it's over ♪

♪ Now it's over... ♪

Are you trying to make me feel bad about myself?

Atallah, I don't know what you're talking about.

-You're pathetic and embittered. -What?

You know what I'm talking about.

No, I don't know what you're talking about.

-You're getting on my nerves. -I'm getting on your nerves?

Yes, and you're enjoying it.

Listen, all I've ever wanted is for this project

to be excellent, all the way.

Not crap.

You think I'm crap?

I'll tell you what I think about you.

-Yeah? -I think you're a slacker, you're lazy.

You're the lazy one, sitting all day giving out orders.

Don't tell me I'm lazy, I'm trying to do my job here,

you're breathing down my neck, talking my ears off,

-and I can't. -You can't talk to me like that.

I don't even want to see you, I want you to leave now.

Menashe, come here, there's...

-What's going on? -This is out of line.

I go to talk to the workers and you're making trouble?

Why are you getting on everyone's nerves today?

Menashe, cut the bullshit.

I expect you to be honest with me.

-I'm not honest with you? -You talk behind my back.

Oh, come on, stop being childish.

Enough with this nonsense.

I've had a long day, just get out of my face, go away.

Don't tell me to go!

Relax! Go break some stuff, calm down.

Can you believe that?

Why don't you get rid of him?

Can't, he's my number one salesman.

I don't know, his position has gone to his head.

-Keep him away from me. -You won't see him anymore,

-Okay. -Where were we?

Listen, I have an idea.

Remember when we spoke about the four towers? I suggest two

and we'll preserve all this part, the concrete.

-What's there to preserve here? -Look,

this is brutalist architecture, it's the hottest thing on the market now.

-This crap? -Yes, if you preserve it a bit...

-Amnon ... -It's wonderful.

Why should I give up on two towers for this?

Because you can get a percentage.

-What? -At least two percent for each one.

Plus you'll build a shopping center

for the neighborhood

I came to see you.

Who's here?

It's me.

It's me, are you okay?

Okay.

I have a headache.

You still have a headache?

Yes, it's a little better, I hope,

but I don't have a bump, I didn't hurt myself, I hope.

No, no.

There's no bump, I don't see one.

I hope I'll never have one.

I found it.

I found it.

What an amazing book.

"There are no butterflies here"

This book

means so much to me, I got it for my Bat Mitzvah.

There's even something written on the fly page,

I think it was from Aunt Hela and Uncle Shmuel

who weren't really my aunt and uncle, I have no aunts and uncles,

but whoever survived the camps with my parents

became my aunt and uncle.

One moment...

I feel so emotional about reading it.

Here we go.

1965, 6th of June.

I was 12 years old

and it says...

"Sweet Zeta,

for your Bat Mitzvah.

Hela and Shmuel."

There are no butterflies here

was written by children in the Terezin ghetto.

They wrote and illustrated it.

Look at the illustrations.

Just look at them.

These are the dreams that they dreamt,

how they'd be set free.

Look how sweet this is.

"When a new child comes

Everything seems strange to him

What, on the ground I have to lie?

Eat black potatoes? No! Not I!

I've got to stay? It's dirty here.

The floor -why look, it's dirt, I fear!

Am I supposed to sleep on it? I'll get all dirty!

Here the sound of shouting, cries

And oh so many flies

Where did they come from?

Oooh, something bit me! Wasn't that a bedbug?

Here in Terezin, life is hell.

And when I'll go home again, I can't yet tell."

A boy named Teddy wrote that.

Yes, Teddy. He didn't survive.

He died in Auschwitz, yes.

I'd read these stories at bedtime.

I'd fall asleep so well,

but as a child, you have no reason to get up the next morning.

And my dad would sometimes sing to me the song that I'd hum.

Which means,

♪ What was, was and is no more ♪

♪ That year, that hour has already passed ♪

♪ How quickly youthful joy flies away ♪

♪ And cannot be recaptured ♪

♪ The years go by The hair turns gray ♪

♪ You can mend yourself, ♪

♪ Hide under nice clothing, make yourself Up ♪

♪ But you fool no one but yourself ♪

♪ What was, was, and is no more ♪

In Yiddish, the end is always sad too.

Heart-wrenching.

That's Yiddish, laughter and tears.

How can I not think about that?

Who'd believe that? That she ...

We've known each other...

forever.

I never imagined she'd change this way.

I trusted her more than I trusted myself.

To tell you the truth, I'm very moved.

If you could see her emotional state,

the expression on her face.

The last words she said were...

You have to follow the times.

I find it very moving.

How can you not think about it?

How can you explain?

I state the facts.

I write them down.

So it will be possible to explain.

So that it will leave some traces.

Perhaps it's temporary.

I think so.

I assume.

If we truly don't want

to contract this evil,

that is evil.

We won't contract it.

If we don't want to, we won't contract it.

If we don't want to, it won't happen.

It won't happen.

We won't contract it.

Am I right?

Right?

Right?

Blessed is the man who...

walks not in the path of counsel of the wicked,

nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night.

He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water

that brings forth its fruit in its season

and whose leaf shall not wither

and whatever he does shall prosper.

The rhinos are not so.

But are like the chaff which the wind drives away.

Therefore the rhinos shall not stand in the judgment

nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous,

for the Lord knows the way of the

righteous, but the way of the rhinos shall perish.

You always have to try to understand.

When you want to understand a phenomenon and its effects,

you have to go back to the circumstances with an honest intellectual effort.

You have to try.

We humans are thinkers.

I didn't succeed, I don't know if I ever will.

In any case, we need to have a favorable prejudice.

A certain neutrality.

Keep an open mind.

That is the essence of being neutral.

It's all logical. Understanding means justifying.

Soon you will become...

a rhino sympathizer.

No, I wouldn't go that far.

I'm just someone who's trying to see things as they are.

Indifferently.

I want to be realistic.

I say to myself...

there is no true evil

in what is natural.

Do you think...

this is natural?

What's more natural than a rhino?

Yes, but...

a person...

who becomes a rhino...

is indisputably abnormal.

Indisputably you know ...

Yes, indisputably abnormal...

Absolutely ...

abnormal.

You look sure of yourself.

Is there a way of knowing what is normal?

Where does it start?

And when does it become abnormal?

Normal, abnormal.

It's nonsense.

It's madness.

You should know

what madness is.

Madness is madness.

Madness is madness.

Period!

Madness is madness.

Everyone knows what madness is.

Everyone knows what madness is.

Madness.

I ran away for fear of the police.

So what? Did you go to the protest out of moral choice

or to test yourself once again?

I missed the big opportunities because I arrived too early

but I can only blame the date of my birth.

I could've found myself hitting others even if they were my friends.

Right.

You missed out, not because you were frightened but because of your age.

But what about this demonstration?

Also this time I ran away for generational reasons,

confronting the police was not an option.

But you could have taken the risk without feeling enthusiastic.

Does it make sense to choose the wrong opportunity to convince yourself

that you could choose the right one?

But a fake opportunity will never be the right opportunity.

Can a person be spineless because the courage of others seems disproportionate

to the emptiness of the circumstances?

So wisdom makes one a coward

and this is why we miss the right opportunity

when we spend our lives looking for it and thinking about it.

The opportunity, you choose it by instinct

and in the moment, you don't know it's the opportunity.

I got it only once and never since then.

How can a person feel that the hat is burning on his head

and feel a coward just because he was born in the wrong decade?

You feel like a coward if you were once a coward.

Perhaps the day will come

when young Israelis

not one or two,

but an entire generation,

will ask their parents,

how could you?

If they ask the question,

our situation will be better,

but there's no telling when that might be.

In 70 years, in 50 years.

What low points

do we have to reach

before young people feel appalled by what their parents and grandparents did

and will stop imitating them?

Let's permit ourselves a moment of optimism and assume

that all this will happen...

let's say,

when today's four-year-olds grow up.

Other parents will apologize by saying, we were just afraid of terrorism.

How does the fight against terrorism turn into destroying water pipes?

Yes, you're right, the 17-year-old will lash out at his father,

I know you drove the bulldozer

that destroyed the rainwater cisterns.

Grandpa told me about it proudly before he died.

How could you destroy villages? How could you drive away

their inhabitants?

I was following orders.

How could you prevent students

from going to a better university?

I was just following orders.

How could you imprison

two million people?

I got used to it.

Another mother will stammer

when she tells her children that she was the one

who pressed the button

that released a bomb from a UAV.

I was young, a fighter.

They were just figures on a screen.

Another father will tell how he carved 17 X's on the butt of his rifle.

I was young, they taught me how to shoot,

I wanted to prove to myself and to my commanders

that I was good at it.

Another father didn't even count

how many people were killed by the bombs he dropped from his jet.

It's nothing compared to how many we killed in previous wars.

We had to keep them on a short leash

and that's what made many of them leave.

And that's how so much land was vacated to build a prestigious university.

The jurist's son

will ask his mother...

-How did you permit all this? -Hey, we didn't permit all of it.

You permitted most of it.

You determined with your decisions that we are...

a superior race.

I know, but it's the truth!

I don't care.

What?

Nothing.

It amuses me.

Can't have fun anymore?

Yes I can ...

It's itchy ...

It's too hot...

Destroy everything...

What are you doing?

I don't recognize you.

You're usually so modest.

Do you see me?

Do you see me?

I hear you, I see you.

Be careful...

Be careful...

I'll trample you...

I'll trample you...

I'll trample you...

Me... Who am I?

Me!

A slight headache? Yes, always a headache.

Oh, yeah?

A slight headache isn't that bad.

No, it's not that bad.

That's how it starts...

What can start?

I'm afraid of turning into someone else.

I'm afraid of turning into someone else.

I'm afraid of turning into someone else!

What?

Who is it?

It's me, it's me!

Who is it?

It's me!

It's me!

Be careful...

Be careful...

She's a rhino!

She's a rhino!

She's a rhino!

I'd never believe it of her!

I'd never believe it of her!

Never...

Never...

I trusted her more than myself!

Call the police!

Call the police!

Call the police!

I'll trample you...

It's so hot.

My clothes are itching me...

Do you see me?

Don't you see me?

Be careful!

You can't make fun about it anymore!

We can't joke around anymore!

It amuses me.

What? Why?

It's me. Who am I?

Me!

Me!

I'm afraid of turning into someone else.

Calm down...

You'll be more anxious.

Call the police.

Call the police.

I'm afraid of turning into someone else!

I'm afraid of turning into someone else!

My clothes are itching me!

They're itchy!

They're itchy!

I will trample you...

I will trample you...

Hey.

Stop.

Who are you?

Stop.

As you prepare your breakfast,

think of the others.

Don't forget to feed the pigeons.

As you're waging your wars,

think of the others.

Don't forget the peace lovers.

When you're paying your water bill,

think of the others.

Don't forget those who depend on rainwater.

When you return home, your home,

think of the others.

Don't forget the tent dwellers.

When you're asleep, counting the stars,

think of the others.

Those who have nowhere to sleep.

As you liberate your soul,

think of the others.

Think about those who lost their right to speak.

Think of those who are far away,

think of yourself,

say,

I wish I were a candle in the dark.

In order to talk to them, I need to learn their language.

Or that they learn mine.

But what language do I speak?

What is my language?

French?

Yes, it has to be French.

What am I saying?

Do I understand myself?

What do I look like?

I'm not beautiful, they're beautiful.

I don't have a horn.

Now it's too late.

I'll never become a rhinoceros.

I wish I could. It would calm me down.

But I can't.

I'm ashamed.

I can't even look at myself.

Woe to those who always want to maintain their difference.

Too bad.

I'll defend myself from everyone.

From everyone, I'll defend myself.

I am the last woman.

That's what I'll be till the end.

I will not surrender.

No!