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This story is inspired by true events

I got it !

Hold it !

Easy, easy !

Grab his legs !

Travnik, Bosnia and Herzegovina Winter

We checked all the counties. No missing child fits the description.

Look how beautiful you are. Don't be afraid.

Everything is going to be fine.

Now what ? What do we do with him ?

We'll send him to Belgrade, what else ?

What about the name ?

Surname, Name: Pucurica Haris Sex: male

Date of birth: n/a

Place of birth: n/a

Parents: n/a

Family name: n/a

Citizenship: Yugoslav

NO ONE'S CHILD

Belgrade, Serbia Spring, 1988

Look at this one !

What happened to him ?

- Abandoned, what else ? - Among the wolves.

- Creepy. - What else do they know ?

No name, no parents.

Doesn't speak, doesn't walk. He growls and is aggressive.

Just our luck ! What are we supposed to do with him ?

Medical exams first and then we'll see.

- Comrade Superintendent ? - Yes ?

They came from the hospital to take him away.

No epilepsy. He can walk, but he's not used to shoes.

He's not deaf, but his reaction to sounds is selective.

He refuses to eat cooked meals, but eventually he eats it all up.

Speech is undeveloped.

Shows no need for social contact or communication.

Poor chances for further development.

- Any idea who abandoned him ? - No.

Sign here, please.

What are you going to do with him ?

Dinner !

Well ?

We can't keep him locked up like this forever.

Calm down !

Come on !

It's ok.

Stand up straight ! That's it. Like a human.

Come on now.

Stand up. Walk ! Come on !

Walk ! Come on, Haris !

Let's go... come on... come... on... go.

- Does he bite ? - I saw him eat a rat !

Cut the crap, Tayp !

- What's his name ? - His name is Haris Pucurica.

- So, Pucke it is ! - Pucke ?!

Pucke, why not ?

Get out, you little shit !

Bring in the buckets.

Hey, there's the savage !

Leave him alone !

What are you doing here ?

Get lost, leave him be !

Leave him alone, Rocky.

Here, Pucke.

Come on, Pucke, come on.

Take the bread.

Come on, Pucke.

Come here.

These are some tapes.

Check this out !

Leave that.

Leave that, Pucke ! Let go of the photo, Pucke !

Fuck off ! Leave the photo, you little retard !

Pucke, give it back !

What have you done, you imbecile ! Idiot ! What have you done ?

Let go of me, you animal ! Let me go !

Look what you've done ? You little retard !

Will you calm down ?!

Stupid monkey.

What's the matter ? Go to sleep.

Come here, Pucke ! Come here !

Get away from there !

- Hey, Pucke, what's up ! - Beat it, Rocky.

- Are you talking to me ?! - Go away, Rocky.

- Fuck you ! - You heard me. Get lost.

- The kid is dangerous, he is out ! - He isn't !

Move away, Zika !

It's not his fault, he was defending me ! Rocky started it !

- Move away Zika ! - No !

Leave him alone, he's mine !

The kid is dangerous, he doesn't understand anything !

He understands everything ! Stop it !

He could have killed Rocky !

- He doesn't understand a thing ! - He does !

Pucke, turn on the light !

Turn on the light !

Look at this.

Do you know what this is ?

It's a tree.

Use the spoon, Pucke.

Come on.

When my old man comes back, I'll get you out of here.

We'll have our house in Grocka.

We'll party every day.

We'll bring some chicks, too.

And there will be a swimming pool.

You have no idea what a swimming pool is.

- Do you have a light ? - Well, sure.

Wanna go out tonight ?

Yes.

He's cute.

He can come along.

Hurry up.

She's not here. She stood us up.

There she is Pucke, let's go !

Let's go Pucke.

You're with me, it is OK.

Come on, jump the fence.

We'll leave without you.

Let's go, Pucke.

Wild child, people ! Come and see !

- Wild child ! 50 dinars only ! - 20 dinars !

- Good evening ! - This is our wild child, Haris.

- He has no parents. No mum, no dad... - Go ahead and touch him !

- Now, you must pay 30 dinars ! - Let go of him, Pucke !

Pucke, look what you've done !

Go ahead and touch him !

He can walk, you know, and everything...

Could you spare some change ?

Thank you, thank you very much. Come on, let's go !

Pucke ! Leave the man alone !

Let go of the beer !

It isn't water !

50, 60, 70, 80, 90... 100, 110.

And some change.

You moron !

Zika, your father came for you.

I advise you not to go.

If he really wants you back, he can wait a year or two.

Meanwhile, you will learn the trade,

and leave this place like a man, standing on your own.

Don't. Let go.

If you leave now, there's no coming back.

You won't be able to return. You will be overage.

Stop it.

- What about Pucke ? - Stop that !

Do you have a light ?

Pucke, I have to go. Wait here, I'll come back.

Move away Pucke. I'll be back.

I have to go ! Move !

Fuck off, Pucke !

Fall, 1989

Pucke, sonny, not swill again ! Get lost !

Silence ! Be quiet ! Here's your mail !

Speed up !

I wonder who writes to you, Jaukovic.

Come on, guys. Those who have visitors should go now.

Are you looking ?

See, I put my finger here... And then, around the finger...

And just through here.

So simple.

Come on, take it ! Go on ! Take it !

Take it !

Give !

Give, give !

- Give ! - Scabby !

- Give him back the marble ! - I taught him how to speak.

Right, Scabby, you'll get a marble, too.

Well done, Pucke ! Well done !

What is this ?

Ho-w...

Hou-se ! Hou-se.

Good, well done.

What is this ?

...-at.

Try again.

...-at.

Cat ! That's it, Pucke, well done. Excellent.

Suck my dick.

Su...-ck.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

...sun ...beach.

- Bullshit ! - Shit !

- Bullshit ! - Al..shit.

Shit !

Two apples at this set and three apples outside...

This is our new pupil, Haris. Please, welcome him.

Here we have 3 trees in one set.

And here we have 5 apples. These 2 apples, marked like this,

are in the set, but the other 3 apples are not.

Our class too is a set.

"I solemnly swear, as a pioneer"

"That I will study and work hard"

"That I will respect my parents and elders"

"And be devoted and true friend"

"Who keeps his word."

"That I will love our homeland,"

"Socialist Federative Republic of Yugoslavia"

"And respect all people of the world"

"Who want freedom and peace."

There's Zika !

Did your father kick you out again ?

Did he beat you ?

Pucke, come !

- You've grown up. - He started to speak.

I taught him !

Say something !

Everybody inside, quick !

You too, Pucke ! Go inside !

And, now what ?

Didn't I tell you what would happen ?

Why didn't you listen ?

Did you work your ass off ?

And when you finished, he kicked you out ?

Motherfucker.

You can't come back, you realize that ?

Thank God. I wouldn't come back to this shithole anyway.

Wanna go to the cinema ?

What's with the stupid scarf ?

I'm going. You don't have to, I don't give a shit.

Should I take bus 47 downtown, or to Banovo Brdo ?

Or number 12 to Slavija square, and then to New Belgrade ?

Or 55 to Cukarica ?

Dinner !

Everybody inside !

Let's go !

Give it to me.

Let's go get Zika.

Zika !

Pucke, now you go on by yourself.

Just straight ahead, you know where to go.

Go on !

Spring, 1991

Watch out !

Come on in.

Here is my little helper.

Take an apron. It's hanging over there.

Let's get to work.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon to you, too. There it is.

Done. Good as new.

- How much ? - 100 dinars.

There you go, dear.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Have a nice day. - You too.

- Have you heard about Alice ? - No. What ?

- She works in a club. - What a slut. And where is it ?

I ran into her last week.

- Hi ! - Hi !

- Hi, what's up ? - Nothing.

- Have you heard about Alice ? - Pucke !?

Bastard ! Savage !

Nice.

You can stay if you want.

Take a seat. I'll go take a shower.

Did you find your mum and dad ?

What about a girlfriend ?

Go take a shower.

More than 1200 refugees arrived to Belgrade.

They are stationed at the Union hall.

Refugees from Grubisno polje, have travelled to Belgrade for 5 days.

Spring, 1992

So far, a few hundred refugees have found accommodation

in Kraljevo, Velika Plana, Arandjelovac, Kragujevac and Valjevo.

Easy, guys. There, to the Principal.

All right, here you are. Welcome. You are safe with us.

As soon as the war ends, you'll go back home.

Now, the final grades for those who have successfully passed the school year.

Pucurica Haris.

Come here. Stand up straight !

This is a big day for our facility.

Haris Pucurica, who came here only four and a half years ago,

who grew up in the woods, has been successfully integrated

into our community and has finished the First grade of Primary School.

Haris has learned to read, write and speak.

I hope that you will continue to work hard and develop.

Congratulations !

Hey ! Muzzie !

Towel head !

What the fuck are you doing here ?! Turn it off !

To your rooms ! Now ! Drop the cigarette !

To your room !

There is a letter for you.

Go to the Principal's office. Go on now.

"Transfer request. To whom it may concern.

We request that a resident of your institution,

a citizen of Independent Bosnia and Herzegovina,

Haris Pucurica, a minor,

immediately, and no later than 12pm on 25th of May 1992,

reports to the Social Work Center in Travnik,

Independent Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina."

You can start packing.

You will get the letter when you leave.

Wake up.

You'll sleep here.

Pucke, listen to me.

You are not going back to the orphanage.

You are not going anywhere. I will report you missing.

Do you understand ?

Eat. Don't be afraid. You are safe here.

In Sarajevo, Bosnia, a Muslim offensive is underway.

Attacks started last night and continue throughout the day

on Serbian grounds across Sarajevo...

Police is looking for you.

You must be careful now. Don't go anywhere.

Muslim forces have been attacking Serbs since 8 pm last night

using mortars for attacking Yugoslav military barracks.

Not now. Ok ?

Not now.

Who the hell is that kid ? Get lost, go home.

Glass of milk and off to sleep.

Where have you been, Pucke ?

Guys, Pucke's back !

Passenger train to Zvornik, is waiting on platform number 1.

Are you gonna be all right ?

Go on, don't miss the train. Go.

Take this.

Don't forget the letter. Keep it.

Go on, you can do this.

Stand up straight.

Passenger train No 6093 to Rakovica is set on the platform Number 1, left.

Travnik, Bosnia and Herzegovina Fall, 1992

Give it to me.

Excuse me.

Please, wait outside, can't you see I'm busy ?

Sorry.

Pucurica ?

What brings you here ?

You don't know ?

Came... Came from where ?

Belgrade.

Where are you heading, kid ?

Which side are you on ?

- Do you have a name ? - Pucke.

Some name. What's your real name ?

- Haris. - Haris ? So, you're one of us !

Come on, get in !

Come on !

Not like that.

Look here.

And then... boom !

You now.

Watch out !

What are you waiting for ? Shoot !

Watch it, from the left !

Go, go !

Down, kid. Down !