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TITO AND ME

I love my house.

It consists of one room that belongs only to me and my parents,

of another one which is unfortunately occupied by my aunt, my uncle

and my hideous cousin, Svetlana. The most vicious person you can imagine.

The antechamber is the most beautiful room of the whole flat.

This is where my Grandmother lives.

There everyone goes in and out, slamming doors and stamping their feet.

Unfortunately she sleeps lightly and jumps at the slightest noise.

It is you, Zoran.

It's also a living room, for which dad saying that have no use.

Grandma there keeps her sewing machine,

the dowry for her marriage with Him.

She only talks about Grandfather in terms of pronouns.

The bathroom, the toilet, the larder and the kitchen are common rooms.

We use them in turns.

It could be easily said that kitchen is my favorite room.

When cakes are being baked for different holidays,

Grandma always lets me lick the bowls, casseroles and cream mixer.

My parents are artists.

My mother is a ballerina and practices in the theater,

whereas my father has to practice in our room, the only living space we have.

We'll soon be crazy!

You aren't entirely normal, anyway.

What you said?

You bounder.

Poor that kid with such a mother.

Considering she's a ballerina...

A permanent tension reigns between the two families.

According to Dad, there is no such a conflict

that can't be resolved in a polite manner.

- Stojan, come out. - Why?

To tell me what it is you object to my wife's behavior.

Leave us in peace!

What's wrong with being a ballerina?

Bunch of primitive and insolent idiots!

Insolent?

The kid is looking at you!

I think it's enough.

We have to bake paprika's for winter stores.

After this quite usual row,

they spent the whole afternoon frying peppers

as if nothing had happened at all.

But Daddy, completely disgusted

took the clarinet away with him, to never bring it back again.

Hello, Zoran!

However, one member of our family lives all alone.

Although he's everyday with us, my Grandfather has never lived in our flat

because Grandma had thrown him out before the war.

Is your father there?

And your mother?

How's school?

Grandpa comes around often, always about noon.

At lunchtime, as it happens!

Grandma please, me first.

No, me. I am more important!

You are as fresh as a French maid.

He doesn't even buy his own papers, but wrinkles ours.

Our meals are financed by Grandma.

The money comes from the inheritance her father had left her.

Dad? C'mon...

She's doesn't really mean it.

It is with great sadness that Grandma recalls the last words of her father:

"This is something you can live on, Dobrila,

"when that yobbo leaves you".

Enjoy your meal.

Zoka...

don't eat so quickly.

I have always been a chubby.

Grandma says "rounded",

and my cousin Svetlana, naturally, "fatty" or "obese".

Once she used an expression she couldn't have invented herself.

You are a fat degenerate!

Mummy, he's broken our jam jar!

My uncle said exactly the same word when he caught me eating the wall.

I couldn't explain that irresistible urge to taste a bit of mortar.

He was the only one to have noticed the holes.

He is also very fascinated by weird phenomena.

Thus that word slipped out him.

You are not... You are a degenerate!

According to my uncle, the loo is the "crisis generator."

Will you ever learn to air toilet after use?

Why don't you ever lock the door?

This uncle's thought could be explained...

by the fact that one has to pass through the loo...

to get into the bathroom and vice-versa.

It's nothing.

Who's used the hot water?

Zoran, is it you in there?

Mum and her colleagues often dance for Comrade Tito during his hunting balls.

As a sign of gratitude, he and his cooperates offers them some of booty.

- What? - Over there!

- Calm down! - Over there!

For goodness sake! What?

Delicious.

Venison has a rather disgusting taste,

but we all pretend to enjoy it

since it can only be seen in movies and on the tables of grand seigneurs.

In order to forget what I'm eating,

I imagine Comrade Tito facing up all these wild beasts.

Mom, what is Comrade Tito like?

I wouldn't really know.

First of all, before you start to dance they search you from top to bottom.

- Is that so? - Yes, Vlada.

Then they don't take their eyes off us

with their fingers on the triggers.

Or in the nose.

In the end, he is literally invaded by his ass-lickers.

We are eating!

Are the communists fighting over the feast?

Daddy!

Tito doesn't share feast by himself, but some guy with a mustache from the Protocol Office...

and before sharing, they classify all those birds by size,

so he and his comrades could picture.

Oh, boy.

So finally we get it money: We, drivers, security, servants,

not to waste anything.

Yes, his working class.

Stop elbowing me.

Summertime in Belgrade is most beautiful. You can chose where to bath.

In Ada Ciganlija, Student's beach, or swimming pool "Gardoš" -

even they say that army pee as soon as they get into water -, or Danube.

Do you need help, uncle Kole?

No. Enjoy yourselves, kids.

Has your father always been working here?

No. Only since he got out of jail.

From Central prison?

No. A clink somewhere at sea.

What is your vocation?

Art historian.

You know what that is?

Why don't you do your job, then, instead of drudgering here whole day?

He knows why.

Who, God?

Aren't they teach you in school that God doesn't exist?

In this country, there is someone more important than God.

Do you understand?

You will one day.

Maybe.

Of all cinemas easiest for sneaking is "October 20th".

Unlike my friends, I like to sit in the back

on my own, to get away.

The masses have gathered to greet Marshal Tito.

He seems very pleased with the joyous acclamations.

Who was that? Shame yourself!

Not us!

Let's get out. The film is shit, you see?!

No foreign delegation has ever been greeted so warmly

as was Marshal Tito and his delegation.

At this moment, Marshal Tito marches past the National Guard,

accompanied by the regimental band.

Tito's Blue Train comes into sight.

The colors of Yugoslavia and the small flags leap out.

You are nothing but a bunch of dirty communists.

What?

Why is Zoran gluing Tito's picture, then?

Answer! Look me in the eyes!

What are we?

Dirty communists.

And you? You are a bunch of dirty capitalists.

Now go and tell the one who teach you those things.

Mummy, she slapped me!

- Who? - Auntie!

On the head?

Don't you ever touch my little girl again!

And you, knock before entering!

Love is the most complicated thing in the world.

It creates a lot of problems for the grownups.

Like when Daddy was hired as a repetiteur

by Matilda, the diva with the big tits.

Mirjana, no!

Unfortunately, my mum has a heavy hand, so Matilda's ears kept buzzing for 6 days.

Epilogue is cancellation of "Queen of Spade",

and dismissal that dad got on the spot.

As we hadn't something to live of, dad had to work as a saxophonist in a night bar.

I heard auntie said to Grandma, considering the number of whores involved,

there is no difference between the National Theater and that bar.

I also know that Grandma is sad 'cause her son isn't classic artist anymore,

and mom' s waiting him every night to finish the gig, so now they coming home even later.

Who knows what you're doing in that dump,

with all those whores!

And a singer again!

Where you found her? She has no voice at all!

So, what you think this is?

Isn't it obvious?

It is a love letter.

Right?

So what?

What do you mean, "so what"?

Tell me, what does it prove?

Am I blame for this letters?

Do I force that ballet dancer who's in the army, and with whom I hadn't absolutely nothing, to write me?

Could I ban someone, especially who's sad and ask nothing in return, even to answer?

Do you know how many letters I've received?

Ten, fifteen letters!

You know how much I saved? Only this one!

Do you know why?

Silence!

Because it is nice!

Come on Mirjana, you are overdoing it!

Have you seen the time?

We can never sleep in peace!

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

You know that I love you.

Of course I do.

Like you see, love creates a variety of insoluble problems for the grownups.

It's not any simpler with the younger ones.

I realized that the day I met Jasna.

Thank you. Good-bye.

My pleasure.

See you tomorrow.

There's no need to walk me back any longer.

Why?

Because you are younger than me, shorter than me, and third...

It is not true!

Only since Christmas I've gained four centimeters.

Since Christmas?

You go talking about the joy of a happy family again.

Someone would said that my size is our main problem,

but biggest obstacle to our happiness is fact that Jasna is a war orphan.

That means her parents died during the war and she got no

flat like everybody else, not saying normal people, but lives in an orphanage.

Children,

the life of young Tito wasn't easy at all.

He had to get up very early and go to bed very late.

The young Tito had to take the cows to pasture

and a horse by the name of Putko.

I quote Comrade Tito...

Zoran, where you staring at?

I quote...

"... Putko obeyed only me".

In those days, no money, and therefore no trousers.

But it didn't bother young Tito to play without any trousers on.

He had three favorite games.

Here's one of them.

Zoran! Do you want me to throw you out?

The father of my friend Đura is in the police

and he keeps a gun behind each and every radiator

of their flat.

You are going out on a mission? This late?

Get off my back. You know I can't talk about it.

Of course!

I do know where you are off to!

Why are you taking the gun with you?

Why? To chase the bandits, Zoki.

Or someone else.

Do you know who will pass by the neighborhood tomorrow?

The Emperor.

Who?

The Emperor of Ethiopia, Haile Selassie!

So what?

And who is going to be with him in his open limousine?

The Marshal in person!

I couldn't fall asleep that night.

I had to snatch this opportunity.

I was worried because Đura's father had said

a huge crowd will come to greet Comrade Tito.

However, in my and surrounding streets, there was no trace of a crowd

If we don't take into consideration our local loony

there wasn't a single soul on the streets.

Hey, kiddy!

Some cutie!

Where are you going so late?

To wait for Comrade Tito.

Him? Really?

That's a good boy.

He's back!

Silence!

Where have you bumming around?

Where were you?

By the bridge, around the port, and at the market.

What were you doing there all night?

I was waiting for Comrade Tito.

Who?

Comrade Tito.

Đura's father told me that he will pass by the neighborhood with the Emperor of Ethiopia

so I wanted to get myself a good place.

Excuse me, young fellow.

Is there any hope that Mr. Broz could visit our neighbourhood?

You mean, Comrade Tito?

I thought because he always hangs with kings, emperors...

Maybe he'll become a gentleman, too.

Coffee.

Have you seen Comrade Tito's big ring?

It's a wedding ring. It means that he is married.

Do all married people have to wear one?

No. Only those who want to show their attachment to someone.

See you tomorrow.

There's no need to walk me back any longer.

Why?

I shall be leaving soon.

Where are you going?

On a "March Around Tito's Homeland." I'm appointed to represent our house.

For how long?

10-15 days.

How much?

Why are you not eating your doughnuts?

I can't, thank you.

Those are your favorite, though.

He's even refusing his doughnuts.

Is he sick?

It's love that torments him.

He got girlfriend, her name is Jasna. She's pubescent.

Wherefrom you that words? It's not nice.

She's got tits too!

What did you say?

Where do we register for that March?

It is not that easy.

You think that anyone can go?

How to become a member of the elite?

Quite simple.

The best amongst the best pioneers will be chosen.

Thank you.

When do I see you again?

Sorry, but this trip will take up all my time.

We'd better break up now.

What?

Don't worry, I won't forget you.

Goodbye.

What is it?

Would you keep it for me for a while?

Children. Composition.

Đura, hand out the notebooks.

Silence!

That was all I needed, F from serbian language!

I could never get more than a "C"

and according to my teacher,

I am only good at scribbling nonsense.

But suddenly a miracle occurred.

"The providence," Grandma would say.

The author of the best composition on the topic

"Do You Love Comrade Tito and Why?"...

will represent our school

on the "March Around Tito's Homeland".

The winner will be chosen by a special jury

composed of our famous children writers, like Mira Alečković, Dobrica Ćosić and many, many others.

On you go!

Đura, don't copy. I see you.

Zoran, what's wrong?

Nothing, teacher.

Are you not feeling well?

No, I am concentrating.

Come on, finish up.

Five minutes left.

Finished!

Hurry up!

Just a stanza.

A stanza?

Time's up.

Finished.

Zoran hasn't touched his rice pudding.

So what? It won't hurt him to lose some weight.

Zoka, do you want some pancakes?

No!

It's all right now.

Make that paranoid shut up!

What's a paranoid?

It's nothing. You were having bad dreams.

Go back to sleep.

Dear children...

Today I am happy.

Zoran, come to the blackboard.

Because your friend Zoran...

our little Zoran...

has won the competition for the best composition

on the topic "Do You Love Tito and Why?"

and he will represent our school

on the "March Around Tito's Homeland. "

Moreover, Zoran's very beautiful poem

is the best composition of all the prize winners.

It means that Zoran has written

the best composition in Belgrade.

I'll ask Zoran kindly to read his poem.

"You ask me do I love Tito?"

Stop.

That's not the way to read a poem.

Ljubica?

"You ask me do I love Tito? It is a superfluous question.

"Everybody adores Tito, the Chinese and the Spaniards,

"the Indians, Japanese and the Blacks.

"All the children of our planet.

"The soldiers only think of Him.

"The shepherd when he plays his flute,

"the grass sees Him when it grows,

"the little cows when they browse,

"the world thinks highly of Him,

"the swallows only sing for Him.

"And when I feel blue and gone,

"when sun is going down,

"I go to bed late at night,

"and I close my eyes tight.

"If someone asked me who I love best,

"I'd say I love Tito more than Mum and Dad."

Now we are finished for good!

FREUD "PSYCHOPATHOLOGY"

Would you be kind to turn that light off?

I won't be able to get up in the morning.

I am very worried about Zoran.

Come on, he wrote it for fun.

You know, it can happen from a very young age.

If we don't intervene now, it might be too late afterwards.

Are you sleeping?

Sea.

Boat.

White.

Black.

Good.

And now... woman.

"New Bridge".

"New Bridge"?

Is it the first thing that crosses your mind?

Yes.

Love.

Wait a second.

You must tell me first thing which cross your mind when I say "Love".

Orphanage.

Are you sure?

Or Kumrovec (Tito's birthplace).

It's either one or the other. Choose.

I don't know. Both.

Have you noticed that boys write...

the names of their sweethearts on the walls?

Is there any person who you love so much

you couldn't live without?

If there is such a person,

and if you really love her,

why don't you write her name?

ZORAN LOVES...

... TITO.

Đorđević Slobodan. - Me.

Stand up, Đorđević.

Mitrović Sergej. - Me.

Move your fringe, Sergej.

Ljiljana Ranković.

Ana Vučić? - Me.

Popović Milica? - Me.

Marko Pantelić? - Me.

Jasna Vukobrat? - Me.

You are from the Orphanage, Jasna?

You have all the gear?

Yes, Comrade Raja.

Good. Sit down.

Karamehmetović Siniša.

Me!

I hear well, no need to bray like an ass.

Not an ass, but a kangaroo.

Who said that?

Kangaroo is his nickname. Everybody calls him that way.

Look kids, as from now, and to the end of the March,

no one is to speak without authorization.

Understood?

No, no. All together.

Understood? - Understood!

Zoran Mihajlović? - Me.

Is that so?

What are your parents, chubby cheeks?

Mine? Artists.

One needs artists, too.

Those who are not ready to put in their biggest efforts,

drop out now.

Don't go moaning later like some sis... sis...

Sissy!

Yes, comrade pioneers, like a sissy!

Because the enemy is lurking everywhere.

We have to be on the alert.

What will happen if he infiltrates our ranks?

We'd be finished.

Sit down.

There is a song you have to learn by heart...

since you'll often sing it during march.

Three, four...

Pretty, pretty is green Zagorje

Pretty is green Zagorje

And the white city of Zagreb in it

Easy, folks. Do you know where is Kumrovec?

Mihajlović Zoran!

The artists are being late.

Your kid is going away.

What can I do?

Where do you think you are going?

To find the kid a place.

Have we understand? He's mine now.

Let me introduce Zoran. Sanja, Lale and Kangaroo.

There's no room here.

All the seats are taken.

Take this thermos!

I can't bring it, Grandma!

Dress warmly!

The letter is stamped. Just post it.

Don't mess around with girls.

Look at you.

Everything is going to be just fine.

Don't worry.

Off we go.

The cheese, the butter, the milk, and the eggs

The milk, eggs and potatoes, all goes to the white city of Zagreb

All goes to the white city of Zagreb

I'd prefer the white if you have any.

I have cream puffs.

You like that?

Of course, it's what I like most.

Even though she was the only one to be kind to me,

she was incredibly getting on my nerves.

Hardly begun and you are already stuffing yourself, eh?

Lights out.

Are you sure you don't want any cream puffs?

Go on. Get out.

It's not a game for kids.

Do you hear me?

ZAGREB-CENTRAL STATION

What the hell are you doing here?

Out.

After this long and exhausting trip, educational above all,

here we are in the friendly city of Zagreb!

- Guess where I spent the night? - Stop it, please.

Are you cross with me?

No. I just want to listen him speaking.

At this very moment,

now that we have set foot on this soil,

that wishes us a hearty welcome, we can already smell the perfume

of Kumrovec, Tito's hometown.

We shall build up an inseparable friendship with our host.

We would like to thank Zagreb, the best friend of Belgrade,

for its warm welcome that shall stay engraved in our hearts

as an indestructible proof of friendship between our people.

You want to put a shame on us in front of Zagreb's people?

Shame yourself!

Fall in!

Comrades pioneers!

This soil has given birth to the greatest son of our country.

What is this fool talking about?

A man without whom, we wouldn't be anything.

What a fucking bore!

What?

Over there!

Silence in the ranks!

Stop dawdling!

Hurry up, fatso!

As far as I figured out, it is the last tram station in Zagreb,

that Zagorje, Tito's Homeland was beginning.

In other words, the terrain to be conquered by foot.

Next big dissapointment was when Comrade Raja announced

that we won't follow the road,

but the trails of the comrades partisans,

using natural signs.

Over there!

Over there!

It means that we were to climb the steepest slopes,

since the comrades partisans

loved passing through shitty places.

How come you're here?

- Which way did you go? - We took the same trail.

They are lying! They took the road!

Has anyone else seen them?

On your feet!

I had a walking problem because I was the shortest

and I definitely had the biggest bag

and an itchy rash had started between my legs.

There is Medvednica.

We shall spend the night at the foot of the mountain.

Tomorrow climbs awaits us.

Comrades pioneers, let's sing!

Then something weird happened.

Just the thought that once at the foot of the mountain

we might stop marching and be allowed to drink water,

gave me new strength and made me forget the rash between my legs.

Foot of the mountain was only aim in front of my eyes.

But the others, taking it as a challenge,

started racing me.

You think you could arrive before me?

Are you nuts?

Comrades pioneers!

As of today, we shall all be choosing the best amongst you

whom we shall invest with the privilege to raise the flag.

Today, the person who has deserved this honor...

by his assiduous work, is...

Siniša Karamehmetović!

Please.

Congratulations.

Three, four.

Hey, Slavic people, spirit of our grandfathers is still living

While our hearts are filled with the sacred love of our people

Live, live, Slavic spirit, you will live forever

Threats of hell and of destruction are in vain

Sorry, I can't see a thing.

It shouldn't waste words how much I slept the first night in Tito's homeland.

Partly because of Kangaroo's unfair designation for hero of the day,

and partly because we slept in a tent on the ground, under which was always something wiggled.

Need help?

Mind your own business!

Stop there! Who is it?

It's me, Zoran.

Password!

C'mon, it's me, Zoran!

And I am the guard and I don't let you pass without password!

Piss off!

Come on, let's go!

Get moving!

Zoran!

My rash was getting more and more painful, and something urgent should've been taken.

But I didn't know what to do in situations like this, and how to soothe it.

Where are you?

Comrade Raja!

Jasna!

Have another one!

Just one.

He told you that he was going to rest a while,

and catch up with us later?

No, he showed it.

How?

Like this!

Didn't he, by any chance, say...

No, like this.

You...

You!

You are volunteers!

You are in charge of the camp!

Is that clear?

Where are we going?

Where? To find him, you idiot!

We've been looking for you cca 6 hours and 17 minutes.

You'll pay me for this!

Soon turned out to be that children avoiding me

and that is banned for them to make any contact with me.

That wasn't so bad, because of situation between my legs for which I had to wash at least.

Shame on you, Kangaroo. Shame yourself.

You are touching here like some...

And now when we're within an inch of Kumrovec.

On the footstep of his house.

Let me explain you, comrade Raja!

Don't explain me, Kangaroo, it's all clear to me. All.

This could be expected from others, but from you two...

It's not how it looks like.

Yes, it is. It's all written here.

I will tell everything to your parents.

You totally disappointed me, Kangaroo. Totally.

Jasna?

We shall spend the night here.

In this castle?

Is it not good enough for you? Used to better?

It is here that at the times of rotten feudalism, the grand seigneurs lived

at the expense of poor people.

Do you have some cologne?

Yes, what for?

I've cut myself. For disinfection.

What about me disinfecting you!

It's ghosts!

The howling came from there!

It smells like perfume.

Perfume? Here? Don't be ridiculous!

They say there are ghosts.

- Who's "they"? - I don't know.

You must know!

The children say.

The children?

I'll show them some ghosts!

Sleeping!

You have to understand, Jasna.

If I hadn't explain to him, who knows what he'd think.

You're lying. You left me alone there.

Leave me, don't touch me!

How I'm gonna leave you, when there's ghosts in the castle.

Don't be foolish. You know very well that ghosts doesn't exist.

I'm not so sure.

Please, let me stay! I am so scared!

I am the ghost...

My name is Franja!

I died 200 years ago!

Circa!

It's a ghost!

Night is wrapped in black...

whole forest!

My spirit is moaning...

and crash stones!

It bangin' in head...

It buries group of proletarians...

Stop!

It's me, Comrade Raja!

Stop, children!

It's me, Comrade Raja!

Jesus!

What have you done?

It's not me, it's them.

But who?

Them, the ghosts.

Let me explain, it was a game.

To free the children from their fears.

You have destroyed a collection of inestimable value!

It's because of the superstitions.

To cut them short.

Someone is going to pay for this!

Watch out, fatso!

You know what's happening?

The agents are yelling, and he keeps replying:

"Yes, I understand, it's my fault, it won't happen again. "

As Ljilja was spinning around me, and keep annoying me all the time,

I decided to be repulsive for her.

How's your cut? -It's not about the cut.

It's a rash. My ass blossomed and it's red like monkey's.

If there was Law and Order in this country

that madman wouldn't be walking around free!

Shut up, oldman if you don't want we stretch your balls!

Comrades pioneers,

because of reason of which we'll be talking later,

we're very late.

There's real chances we don't manage the plan we had set out.

I know that we got hidden power inside ourselves,

and that we'll accomplish the plan.

To the end.

Are we goin'?

We will!

Louder.

More louder!

WE WILL!

There!

...don't lose the pace...

Don't so fast, Comrade Raja!

I haven't asked you anything!

We are thirsty.

So am I!

Why can't we rest a bit?

Ask the sneak among you!

Who shall I ask?

How would I know?

Traitor, shame on you!

Why? I haven't done anything.

Haven't done anything?

You've denounced Comrade Raja to that fascist.

What fascist?

You know perfectly well. The old conservator.

I couldn't know he is a fascist.

The castle is called after him. Doesn't it ring a bell?

How could I know it was Comrade Raja under the sheet?

Don't play the innocent with me!

One more thing: It's finished between us. I'm breaking up with you.

From the moment we have finally reached Klanjec, the last stop before Tito's Hometown,

instead of enjoying the delights of hot water,

a real bed and homemade food,

I couldn't stop thinking all that happened to me was a punishment from God.

I was paying for all my impious words and actions

for all the coarse words I used to say with my friends whenever we'd seen a priest,

and for the money I had nicked in the church

to see the latest "Tarzan", the one where Jane shows her tits.

By punishing me, God proves He exists,

and that He hasn't forgotten my sins.

Now He is letting me know that He would take

even more rigorous measures.

Then I had a salutary idea.

CHARITY FOR THE CHURCH

The money Grandma had sewn in my vest...

could replace the stolen packet from the church.

But would the Catholic God truly give...

that money back to our Orthodox God?

After your prayer, be so kind to come to the hotel.

What is it? -I don't know.

Let's start.

Comradesses and comrades pioneers,

let us hear how some of you see Tito's Homeland:

"Dear Mum and Dad,

"Grandma and Grandpa, Auntie and Uncle and so on"...

I...

"... and everything would have been fine, had I not got lost

"and spent the whole night in the mountain, all by myself.

"It happened because of the rash on my buttocks!"

You think it's funny? Well, nothing's funny there.

It is sad!

Tragic!

These are not the words worthy of a pioneer of Tito

but of a spoiled brat!

"My buttocks..."

Didn't I warned you: "Those who can't handle,

let drop... drop...

"... out!" -Yes, drop out!

But none of you dropped out!

Let's rather talk about

what our friend Zoran does during the March.

Instead to confess: "I can't, I don't want",

"I don't want," fine!

But no! He constantly obstructing.

I would say even sabotaging,

'cause he's always last, dragging behind,

and at the end, he sleeps down the mountain,

whereas you all sleep above, under a torrential rain!

Because he is the smartest one!

Well, that rash...

Say, it can happen to everybody. Let's took it like a mitigating circumstance.

But at the same time, he reveals one more

important side of his personality, and it's

his penchant for sneak... sneak...

...ing!

...ing, comrades pioneers.

In this letter, he writes that I like disguising myself as a ghost.

If someone who doesn't know me reads this letter...

What would he think? He'll think that I am some total lunatic or what!

That I am some kind of maniac!

So, I like to disguising myself!

Let's recap: What is it Mr. Zoran is complaining about in his letter? in his letter?

He's complaining about me and his...

Buttocks!

His buttocks, comrades pioneers.

Tell your friends, where did I find you this afternoon?

Don't be shy.

In the church.

I didn't hear you.

In the church.

In the church!

It's mine.

I beg your pardon?

It's my Grandma's ring.

Here it is!

Let's see.

Why the pioneer Zoran has offered this precious ring...

that has adorned the hands of generations of aristocrats...

to the pioneer Jasna?

You don't know?

It's quite obvious!

Jasna!

Well, this way: The pioneer Zoran has a disastrous effect

on the morale of the group, so it's decided

that he'll be consequently sent back to Belgrade by the first train.

The nearest station,

"what a coincidence" Grandpa would say,

was situated in Kumrovec, Tito's Hometown.

We reached it round midday,

our last stop not being far from the objective of our trip.

Your sandwich.

Your ticket.

Come here.

Get that sandwich out from the basket.

Do you hear me?

Fall in!

What are you waiting for?

Don't drag your feet!

One, two, one, two...

Who's doing the talking?

- You are speaking? - I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

- You mean my poem? - Give it to me.

Dear Comrade Tito...

here, in front of Your house, I owe You an explanation.

There has been a misunderstanding.

I had the honor to represent my school

at this grandiose March.

But I haven't deserved it.

I've done something that no pioneer of Tito's would do.

In my poem, I didn't say the truth,

when I wrote that I loved You more than Mum and Dad.

Everyone knows that I love Mum and Dad more than anything.

My Grandma, too, all the folks back home,

my uncle and my auntie, and to be honest, my other Grandma, both uncles and aunties,

and my cousin Svetlana.

I would particularly like to point out

that I prefer my friends over You

and a little girl whose name I won't mention now.

One more thing.

More than you, I love Johnny Weissmuller in the role of Tarzan,

Gary Cooper in all his roles,

the circus of "Adria",

the gypsy who repairs the cans and casseroles,

and our local loony who standing in front of our gate with bag under his arm.

I love everybody around me, all those You don't know

and You can't even imagine how nice they are

and how much I care about them.

Three days after we returned home

a letter arrived for me, by registered mail.

It's from him for Zoran, in person.

Impossible! My Grandson has nothing to do with the communists!

Nonsense.

Don't tear it up!

It's mine!

No doubt.

Comrade Tito was addressing Himself to me personally

and was inviting me to His place for His birthday.

Your son is going to Tito's birthday.

It would be rude to go empty-handed.

What could we possibly buy him that he didn't already have?

Zoran will decide by himself whether he'll go or not.

At the entrance of the White Palace some very pleasant people

searched us from top to bottom, smiling all the time.

It is with Kangaroo, maybe because he's the only one who doesn't look like a kid,

that they were the most pleasant: They stripped him down.

Then they led us through the halls of the Palace,

and instead of armors, there were paintings

of workmen and partisans, working their guts out.

Zoran?

You know what's happened to Comrade Raja?

You don't?

He committed suicide.

Hung himself.

I wouldn't like that my birthday be celebrated as a national holiday.

I would like that it'd be holiday of all you.

Holiday of our children, of our whole socialist community.

The day of the Youth.

If you'd allow, Comrade Tito.

This is nice, I like this.

Who is this?

It's our teacher, Comrade Raja.

But where is he?

How come the chief is not with us?

What about a few pictures? Alright?

THE END