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Hey you mists, thick mists

Where are you rushing to so harshly?

Fly back to the south

Bring my love to my darling.

To my darling, to your friend.

A film by Uros Stojanovic

During the World War l, Serbia had lost two thirds of the male population.

The women stayed, to start a new life, the best they can.

This is their story.

This is a sea star.

That little creature lives only in seas, and here in Boginja's pond.

Probably because the sea is salty and bitter, just like tears.

There is also a graveyard at the pond. The biggest and the most beautiful graveyard on the mountain.

This is where Ognjenka and Little Boginja spent the carefree days of their childhood and youth.

While the dead enjoyed the beautiful carefree days of their death.

What are you doing?!

Have you gone mad?

How many times must I tell you this pond is cursed!

You're saying I shouldn't wash myself because it's cursed? Right!

Little Boginja doesn't believe in witchcraft, but no matter if you believe in them -they believe in you.

Her sister, Ognjenka, knows well that it's bad to bathe in their great-grandmother's tears.

The Great-Grandmother cried out that pond when her husband didn't come home from the war.

She was crying for eight days and eight nights.

Than the Great-Grandmother realized it was enough.

And she swore that from that day on her heart will be tough like stone.

Since crying was all she knew to do, she became a wailer.

The best on the mountain.

Wailers are women who cry at funerals, and do it much better and more beautiful than the widows themselves.

And that is a gift which is always well-paid on this mountain.

And so, from war to war, from generation to generation, this became a family business.

Here in the village, if a boy as tall as a rifle, he's ready for the front.

There were more and more wars, and rifles were becoming shorter and shorter.

Then dark days came for the wailers, too.

Fewer men -fewer customers. And without customers tears aren't worth a penny.

In 1918. The number went down to two.

Only Ozren and Jordan came back from the war.

But they too quickly joined the majority.

First who died was Ozren.

Some say the drunk fool crushed himself.

Some say Jordan killed him, because of his wife.

Some even say his wife killed him, because of Jordan.

Then Jordan realized what he has got into.

He knew he couldn't defend the whole village full of women by himself.

That's why he set up a minefield in the vineyard.

He never marked down the position of the mines. He was afraid that such paper could come into hands of future enemies.

But he never needed it. He had a photographic memory.

While he was flying through the sky, Jordan was proud of himself and his mine field.

But he forgot that you can't sell shrapnels or make brandy out of bullets.

Vineyard, which supported the whole village, was now left covered in mines.

That's how Vineyard became Mineyard.

Now, the vineyard had to be picked. There's no escaping, you pick a straw... and may god help you.

Sometimes they survive.

Probably.

What are you looking at? I'd rather be cursed than dirty, like you!

Hi Nada. - Hi.

Can I order a crying?

And who's the customer? ... I mean the deceased.

I am.

I'm going to the Mineyard. So I thought I might pay in advance. For God forbid!

Just to tell you there's no money-back if you survive.

Well, actually, it's not wasted, I'll write you up, so you can die whenever you want.

Fair.

You know the prices: Average crying is 30 dinars. Hair pulling and face scratching without blood is 15 dinars more.

Too much!

Well, if you're gonna save on your own death you can get wailers in Srbozje for 10 dinars.

But they scream like slaughtered pigs.

Ognjenka and I sing like angels.

I'm not giving a penny until you show me that 'singing like angels'. Then I can die.

Fair.

What's wrong? -Ognjenka is slacking off.

Not true...

Come on Nada, she's screaming like she's being torn alive.

Screaming, screaming... And tears?

But she's looking at me! How can I cry when she's still alive and looking at me?

Lie down Nada, like you will tomorrow. Take this and rub your eyes!

And think of something sad like we practiced.

Let's try again: 3, 4, now!

Sad, sad, sad, think sad, something sad, sad, sad... A-ha, there's the thing that happend to Sanja.

Your n... Are you crying already, Ognjenka?

Try now.

ljust can't.

Listen now, Ognjenka, to help you...

You're gonna be 22 this autumn, a real grandma-girl.

Because you were never loved.

And the way things are now, you probably never will.

In a few years you're completely gonna wither. And everyone is gonna greet you with "Good day grandma Ognjenka!"

But you won't be anyone's grandma.

Because you were never loved. But old.

And you're gonna be 21... And that's also grandmagirl.

Almost.

That's right. I know that. That's why I can cry whenever I want. Let's go: 3, 4, now!

...Your dark, never kissed eyes...

Enough!

It's great. Just without the 'dark, never kissed eyes'.

Well, they are pretty dark...

But they were kissed!

I've been kissed... by a man.

Mouth to mouth.

You're lying, Nadica!

Mouth to mouth...? - Let me show you.

Coward! - I'm not a coward!

Interesting...

Who taught you that? - Does it matter? A man is a man.

Don't you tell me 'a man is a man', who kissed you like that?

With grandpa Bisa. - Yuck! With grandpa Bisa?!

So what? Should I die as grandmagirl instead?

Grandpa Bisa...

The last man on the mountain.

Nobody really thought of him as a real man.

Until all the others died.

But still, any man capable of loving is a man.

And? Can you do anything with him?

- I'm not sure... Just don't expect miracles, I'm just an ordinary witch.

Grandpa Bisa...

You're the greatest man who ever lay in bed.

You are the source of life, happiness and youth, for all us women here in Pokrp!

Infertile sloth!

...One cries from morning till noon...

...The other cries from noon till evening...

Enough with this funeral shit!

Really, enough about crying. - There must be one...

I'm paying you to amuse the guests, Ratija, not to remind them why they are drinking!

I don't give a damn about your guests! I don't know any other songs anyway.

Enough. - Come on, I know so many cheerful songs, there's one...

Zagorka, I think it goes like: "Blossomed flowers..."

"...On my Dika's grave. "? That one's not very cheerful either.

I know the song! There is one cheerful, how it goes...

Yeah, yeah, there is one...

Ah well, let's go on with the funeral songs. Just a bit faster.

There, for Nadica's soul...

Give me a drink. It's my soul after all.

Don't you give me that crap. You don't die every day.

Give me spider brandy.

Spider brandy! Spider brandy!

Spider brandy!

Pour the spider brandy! Give it!

Zagorka, please don't.

Come on, Ognjenka, don't say that. It's for Nada's soul, you have to drink it.

Take it easy everyone.

Fuck this shitty life! When you're a grandmagirl not even magic can help you! Even vampires won't dance with me!

This one is mine, bitch!

Fuck off!

Little Boinja, Ratija, what are you doing?!

You're fighting over air.

Hello.

Mineyard of Pokrp.

Ognjenka, stop crying!

Ognjenka! I paid enough for your tears! Save them for the funeral!

These are on the house.

But it's so sad... - What is sad?

I'm going to hell today! There, it's hot, and there are plenty of naked men!

I feel like I should cry for you. Grandmagirls.

Zagorka...

You wouldn't lie to a dead woman, right?

You know I wouldn't. - I put you under oath to take these two, Ognjenka and Little Boginja, to grandpa Bisa

so he can cure them from virginity. I pay. - I'm not coming near that old goat.

He's not an old goat, dear Ognjenka. He's the real, old-fashioned man.

That's all you got! You know that choosers are no fuckers.

How about we just wait for the naked men in hell?

It's not that easy. To go to hell you first need to prostitute.

To prostitute?

It's not 'prostituting'! Bad word!

'Loving' - Nice word.

OK, who's first? - Ognjenka! -Boginja!

Ognjenka is older! - Let go of me! Let me go!

Good day.

Take off your clothes.

First you go out! -What's she said?

She's saying that... We. . We should get out?! - Hah, what were they thinking!

They don't know... They're young. They were never loved.

Listen sweetheart, that's not the way things work here.

Someone has to take care of grandpa Bisa. You see how soft and fragile he is!

We don't want something bad to happen to him.

Come on women, for the sake of your soul! We'll cry on his funeral for half the price! Face scratching on the house!

Disgusting witches! You'll see what we do with witches like you here, rot in hell!

Aren't you a witch too for fuck's sake?!

Yeah, really! How come we never set you on fire?

But I am OUR witch!

Ognjenka, say something!

Well, what you gonna do, if we're meant to go to the hell...

Selfish pig! You prostituted, you are gonna go to hell! And me? You don't give a damn about me?

Well, I didn't quite manage to prostitute...

Murderers!

- That's even worse, you killed a man while trying to be a prostitute!

Women, wait!

I can get you a real man! Real! Much better than grandpa Bisa!

A whole man with teeth!

- Where she got a man with teeth! I swear by Ognjenka! By my grandma's grave!

I swear by the soul of my grandma the Great Boginja!

You have 3 days to come back! If not, you know what awaits you.

She's rising Great Boginja from the dead! Shut up!

Of course we are!

...Come to me with the night...

...Come to me quietly like a gentle breeze...

...Come to me when the sun sets...

lf, on the third day, you don't come back and bring a man, the soul of your grandma will rot forever

In a place worse than hell-here!

In this cursed village of ours!

And there are no naked men here, only wraiths of dead children, and their crying which bites your heart!

Great Boginja will be very angry when she rises from her grave.

She hasn't had much time to enjoy the death, and they already brought her back to this awful world,

in which all she had known was crying and suffering.

Ognjenka remembers the day when grandma Boginja died for the first time. Her heart was broken by one scary funeral car.

Two years earlier...

My condolences, miss.

This corpse is seems lucky today! Almost.

I am Boginja. The best wailer, if not, on the whole world.

And today, I won't charge you for face scratching, nor pulling hair, nothing! Listen!

It's fine, thank you! But no need, you know, I ordered funeral car from Belgrade for my Milomir's funeral.

What is a car?

It goes by itself! -And screams by itself! - And spites fire and smoke like a dragon!

My poor children! This thing can do everything by itself!

It can scream and frighten the hell out of you!

It will make us penniless!

Grandma! Grandma! Little Boginja, she is not moving?

So Grandma Boginja became a customer.

Little Boginja, are you out of your mind? How on earth could you promise them a man. How do we get a man?

What man? Those bitches will never see me again. Nor a man.

Grandma Boginja wasn't even-tempered not even while she was alive, what will she do to us when she becomes a wraith?!

You really believe in that nonsense?

Grandma hasn't had a soul not even while she was alive, it won't haunt us now either.

I heard you, Little Boginja!

Granny!

Don't you call me 'granny'! You managed to ruin even my death! You're gonna put me back to grave however you can, understand!

What do you want from me? You rised from the grave just so you could nag and put me to grave too?!

You better watch what you're saying Little Boginja!

I'm not your Little Boginja anymore! I am Great Boginja now! And I don't believe in ghosts!

Listen to me Little Boginja...

Not even bathing the whole day in holy water can save you! I don't take responsibility for my actions as a wraith!

Understand?!

We were just joking, granny.

Why isn't she shaving her legs too?

Shave your legs, Ognjenka! A real lady has legs shaved like a man's cheek!

We should also unplait our hair.

No! No way I'm unplaiting it! The plait stays! Old women say that only a man can unplait your hair, on the first wedding night.

Pfff, a man! In your case a gravedigger, after you hang yourself by it.

Shave your legs, Ognjenka. - Shave.

Look, Ognjenka, a man!

Oh, and he's prettier than Grandpa Bisa!

And he can stand!

And he can wave an ax this big!

Almost... Nah, he's just fine.

Excuse me sir!

Mister! You dropped your axe...

Don't worry, I'II... I'II. . Pick it up... .

Fuck off! Who are you to pick up his ax?!

I know them, they are the bitches from Pokrp!

Infertile cows lost their own man and they came to steal our last one!

Get out of here! And drop that hatchet!

Fuck my life, it's a woman! What is a woman doing in army?!

Woman in army, of course! We don't want to lose any more men, they should stay home and make children!

We can fight!

Better than magic! In blink of an eye a peasant becomes a miss! A miss becomes a lady! A lady becomes...

A queen!

That's what we need!

You can get to a man's heart with a cudgel. You need a dress and a cudgel.

These look like real Serbian mothers and sisters.

They'll surely recognize a real man in me.

They don't fall for fancy men like you.

Wanna bet?

A man! Leave, that, look-a man! -Where?!

There, look! -He's a bit... tiny. - It's a man, get him!

Then I saw him. He said his name is...

Dragoljub Aleksic, but everyone calls me The Man Of...

The Man of Steel.

Do you wish to fly in the arms of the Man Of Steel?

A faithful flight, a flight that you will remember, a beautiful night, or even something more.

And that's for only 11 dinars per person.

Dear ladies! I am not as near as strong as the Man of Steel.

I can only offer you a wild and yet so soft rhythm - Charleston.

Man Of Steel!

I will fly in your arms! - Careful, miss.

Finally someone who appreciates the real values.

Relax, you're in safe arms.

Ognjenka! - What?!

Ognjenka -that's my name!

Ah, right, I'm glad! Really glad! Um...

Don't be afraid miss Ognjenka!

It looks like we're a bit, um, too... too... high, but...

I'm not afraid, I know that I am in safe arms!

Take it easy, my ladies! Just a moment, just a moment!

I'm fine, I'm fine!

Ognjenka, l, I'd like to... Um, you know as soon as I saw you

I saw that you're a brave young lady and, and I really need a brave young lady.

So I'd like to ask you if you'd like to be my assistant?

To travel this country, and to laugh at the face of danger as we experience it!

If you want.

What is it?

The man is completely yours, and you...

Tell him: "With pleasure!"

With pleasure

Enchanting Dragoljub.

Enchanting Dragoljub.

I would just like to ask you if we could debute in my village.

I would just like to ask you if we could debute in my village.

In my sunny and fruitful Pokrp.

In my sunny and fruitful Pokrp.

Come on Little Boginja. Let's go. Ognjenka caught one man in the river.

We don't need this one.

I need him!

Little Boginja, don't be a brat, you'll fetch yours too! Right after granny passes away again.

Look what granny Boginja bought you!

I don't need the dress. I want a man!

Only one! Only one can become a queen of Charleston!

Understand?

The one who catches this little flower and brings it to me.

Get ready, get ready...

Now!

Dragoljub! Inside!

Oh, now you want to go away! - I!!! I won! I won!

Please everyone step back from the car! You'll get yourself killed

I won! I won!

Drive, drive, drive!!

I won.

I won!! - Dragoljub... Dragoljub

Can you throw off this goat from the car?

That's not a goat, it's my sister. - I won

Watch your tongue in front of a lady, you horse!

This is miss Ognjenka. - Good day.

I am Boginja! Boginja! I won!

She's lying, where is the rose?

Miss Ognjenka, you will catch a cold!

You should change your clothes.

I have some pants in the back... - I don't want pants!

I am cold. She's been sitting on me all the time.

My vital organs and prostate are gonna get fucked up.

Excuse me, mister Dragoljub. Could you stop for a second? Women stuff, you know.

Kids! We got two men. I need only one, the other one is yours.

We're not gonna give both of them to those wretched witches.

OK, take the strong guy! My gentleman would last no longer than Bisa with Ognjenka.

I don't give Dragoljub! Especially not to those tramps! We're going on a tour!

To laugh at death's face!

Will he take you to Belgrade too? -He will! You know!

Yours doesn't even want to look at you! - Ognjenka, don't you mess with me!

Bring it on! -Enough!

Charleston goes to pokrp-end of story! Because I say so!

I decided! My Arsenije goes with me to Belgrade...

- 'Your' Arsenije... He wouldn't touch you with a shitty stick! You couldn't get him to look at you with a baton!

Now I have a dress and a baton.

Stop smoking already, you know it bothers me.

Listen, we'll pick up these two sweethearts and leave the other two in the bushes.

Arsenije Trifunovic, or as they call me in Paris le Duke d' Charleston.

May I know your name?

My plait...

There you go, everything's fine now.

Take me to Belgrade! - What?

If you're really the King of Charleston, you should sit in your throne. Take me to Belgrade.

You know, my throne is waiting, and waiting, but...

You're not for this fuckhole! Neither am l, I wasn't born smart and beautiful to stay here.

Belgrade can wait, but I really can't!

Let go of the tit!

We have to talk now. What are you doing with that peasant?

He is suited for the mud in the village, not the king!

Let's steal his truck and go to Belgrade!

You know, I was thinking... We shouldn't go to Pokrp at all.

Ah, no, that's the least I can do for you.

Charleston can go to Pokrp! They need that... festivity.

Cheap fun!

Now, don't talk like that miss Ognjenka, a village which raised such a...

such a wonderful flower, deserves to see the heroic show of the Man of Steel.

Drive this machine, Steel Man, come on!

We need one more car. - We do! So we can put you in it and roll it down the Grdelicki canyon!

No, not to the canyon, we're going to Pokrp! Me, You and the pretty guy.

To make the granny die again.

Take Ognjenka, she can do it! I don't want to do everything for everyone and have nothing in return!

Look at your sister! She really loves Dragoljub!

You old witch! Has the death blinded you? Her tears cost 30 dinars.

Look at my eyes once, granny Boginja!

Funeral Car!

Run!

What have you done you unbaptized bastard!

May you never paint eggs for easter again!

My sympathies, miss.

Get out.

How do you run this thing?

I'm not an expert for automobilism, but it's simple

It's like, let's say... Making love.

Automobilism.

Thieves!

Ognjenka, you must promise me something.

Take Dragoljub and go to Belgrade.

Don't look back.

Forget about me and your sister and all of us who were cursed to be born in this cauldron of pain.

May you be happy for all of us.

Miss Ognjenka, how may I help you?

Drive, drive me to Belgrade.

What is it like in Belgrade?

What do I know... It has that... That shine, the glam... glamou...

But it can't be nicer than in your Pokrp!

You know nothing about Pokrp. - Mm, I do.

I know that there are no pretty girls like you in Belgrade.

But you know, there's one house...

It's called Palace Albania. It's not opened yet, but they are gonna make it big, the biggest in the world.

They say it's even gonna reach the clouds.

And what it's gonna be, a shop?

What? -A shop.

I don't know.

Will it be tall enough in the sky so we can see God? Or my granny Boginja when she dies?

Well, I'm not quite sure. - Pff, why are they making it so big then?

Hey Boginja, how about we slow down a bit? - No, no!

You don't know my granny Boginja, she's just like me!

We dropped a dead man on the road! So what! It's polite, they'll find him easier like this!

You know, there is some logic in that!

You know...

I think the only purpose of that tower is gonna be so that, when they finish it, and cut the... How you call it the...

The red ribbon, and when the whole city comes to see it. I could just jump of it!

God forbid, why would you do that!

Why not! -It's a shame! A healthy, strong man like you to smash his head!

Nah, that's nothing. It won't leave a scratch, I am after all the Man of Steel.

The sun is about to rise.

Third day.

The wraiths came to get what they want.

You are here, witch.

You win grandma, take us home.

I'll go home by myself.

So what if I remain being a wraith? There are worse things in life. And death.

Forgive me...

Forgive me, for trying to ruin your life.

That's how Great Boginja disappeared in the night alone and cursed.

But the voices were still calling... The wraiths came for Ognjenka and Little Boginja.

It's nothing, just something in my eye.

Ognjenka decided firmly that she is gonna be a modern 20th century girl.

She tried not to believe in wraiths.

She tried to believe that she doesn't hear the screaming that was calling her.

Dragoljub was hers. Belgrade was just a car ride away.

She tried to forget her sister, the grandmother's soul and the curse that followed them.

She couldn't.

Samna?! - Don't worry Zagorka, it's just a dream.

I dream this every night. - Me too.

But it looks so real now. - We learned to dream better.

Good morning ladies from sunny Pokrp, the Man of Steel arrived!

I won't believe it until I touch him.

No touching until my granny dies! - Let's make her die already! So we can continue touching!

Miss, you don't want to touch my steel muscles?

"Why don't you touch my steel muscles miss?"

"No problem, Ognjenka and I laugh at death's face all the time, what is one mine field for us..."

Well, Dragoljub Aleksic, maybe I laugh at death's face, but now these bitches laugh at me!

Nice man this Dragoljub, strong too... .

This fat Ognjenka is gonna ruin him, she won't leave anything to us!

Why don't they come to touch you now!

Slowly, miss Ognjenka... - Mumble, mumble!

I see that you and the mute one found your own language, now you just need to intertwine them!

Ognjenka, why did you come here?

What was I supposed to do? To leave you cursed and alone to rot in here, you ungrateful wraith!

Of course you should! Now you are too gonna stay cursed and alone like me.

Samna, your wraith just arrived! Show's over!

Wait, granny!

Don't be mad at me! I could have been in Belgrade now but I came here to save you from the curse!

You missed having a man, going to Belgrade, saving our lineage and everything to chase your grandmothers wraith!

And you're proud with it?!

You must die! -I won't! -You must! I won't!

I won't! I would rather die than see you fail in life!

I won't fail, I want you to die! - You are hopeless without me!

You'll stay a grandmagirl with a broken heart! You stupid girl!

Granny...

Done! Great Boginja's soul will stay dead forever and ever!

Cheers Ognjenka! I'm in a hurry.

Well done.

I made it this far!

I made my granny die, I made the women happy, the man is not complaining either...

I sent my sister to Belgrade...

I am one successful

grandmagirl.

I knew you'd save us. Get out of that pond!

Boginja came for you. We're gonna get your guy back!

Don't get out of the car! You hear me?

Pokrp is a fucked up place, and this is women business. - Yes, yes.

Let's go.

How are we supposed to take him away, it's just two of us against a herd of crazy women!

Don't worry Ognjenka, the night has just fallen and we are experienced hunters.

Ognjenka, Little Boginja, you arrived!

Come here so I can kiss you, you are the two suns of our village!

No thanks, mrs. Zagorka, I don't feel like kissing now.

Where have you been so far Ognjenka? I've never had this much fun in Belgrade!

Ooh! Sorry!

Wom... Women listen to me! I love Dragoljub!

And I love him! -Me too!

That's wonderful hunny, we all love him!

We came to take him to Belgrade.

Ognjenka, I knew that your village must be nice.

But I haven't expected this paradise!

Dragoljube!

You simply wish to live here.

Listen to me carefully! We must go away immediately!

These women are promiscuous, soulless!

They're gonna kidnap you unless we escape while they are still drunk!

To kidnap me... Hmpfh!

You're beautiful.

Beautiful!

And I'm the Man of Steel and noone can kidnap me.

Especially not these wonderful, sensitive ladies.

Why the sad face?

It's nothing.

What's the matter.

I love you Dragoljub.

Kiss me too.

Look at the mute one, she's not mute at all!

Just a kiss, nothing more.

Sorry, I can kiss only Ognjenka.

Nobody ever kissed me.

Just as we were about to kiss, on our wedding, they took him away.

Please...

Boginja! Boginja!

Boginja!

And who is this pretty guy?

Nobody! That's nobody, just another spider brandy illusion!

What is spider brandy?

Welcome handsome! Every guest is welcome here!

Dead, alive, illusion, if it's a man he's welcome!

That's a man! - Better and better!

You know a man by his gulp.

Pff, a man! Anyone can drink!

Listen Boginja! - Good evening madam, could you...

I need a saxophone! You be the saxophone! - But I am Ratija.

I am Saxophone!

Now imagine Belgrade instead of this shithole!

And all this is the stage!

Enough!

The tango is hell and Arsenije is the Devil himself.

He's not a fucking king, he's a piano-tuner!

What is a tuner?

What is a piano?

In Belgrade he is nobody!

And what are you, even in here?

You're just a dick, wherever I appear.

Now, now... It's nice to hear such a modern conversation between men.

But, in our village, there is only on place where you can tell who is a real man... Bed.

Bed! Bed! Bed!

Then bed it will be!

I'll take one bed too.

But a big one.

Don't you cry now Ognjenka!

If they both died now the bitches would need to look for wailers in Montenegro!

Ognjenka did hunting, and they get to fuck!

I won't allow it!

Don't let her go through!

Come on!

What?

What 'What'? AII.

I don't want to stay a grandmagirl because of that pig!

Who's first?

You go, Zagorka. You know all about that.

Men

Well I knew it... Before the war.

Be there to guard my fear.

It can hurt. - Don't be afraid Zaggy.

You know what the old women say:

Who does a lot of pushups... Has a tiny dick.

Come on!

Go home.

Don't you tell me to go home! I told you what I want, go on!

Go home.

Your guy...

He is not a pig like mine.

He didn't even touch me.

Ognjenka if you decided to fuck around, you don't need to tell me about it.

Come on, quickly! We need to outrace the bastard!

Don't pretend that you are a pig when you are not.

You are a man for one woman.

So that you can be only hers and so that she can be only yours.

I know I am not that woman, but I deserved a kiss.

I can only be your fucked up fairy godmother, that's my destiny.

Now run! Run! Ognjenka won't wait much longer!

Hurry up, Ognjenka!

We're going to Belgrade.

Ognjenka stop, stop! I'm a pig, I know! Just stop!

You are!

Stop!

Stop, don't move! You're in Minograd!

Mine field! Mines! Move and they will blow you up to the sky.

And what am I supposed to do now?

What do you do if you step on a mine?

We fly to the sky...

Ognjenka...

Don't you cry!

Go to Belgrade.

I have some stuff to do.

Come on, get in the car. It's easy to use it.

It's like having love.

But I know nothing about having love.

Then learn it.

What, you scared?

I don't bite.

This is a dance. Ladies choose.

How many times must I tell you this pond is cursed!

You're saying I shouldn't wash myself because it's cursed? Right!

I know that there are no pretty girls like you in Belgrade.

Go to Belgrade. I have some stuff to do.

The Belgrade already entered the 20th century.

They say that the 20th century brings no wars, curses or graves.

I's a world of automobilism, phonography and tall houses that rise high above the clouds.

Ognjenka already saw that house, Palace Albania, in her dream.

She only wants to forget one part of that dream - Dragoljub Aleksic.

They say you can forget anything up there.

The wars, the fake wailer crying, and even the real crying for lost love.

Here, above the clouds, dancing never stops.

The dance of love.

The dance of oblivion.

The dance of a new age.

Tonight, the orchestra plays Charleston for Ognjenka.

"Tears for Sale"

Directed by: Uros Stojanovic

Script: Uros Stojanovic

Story by: Uros Stojanovic

Script assistants: Batric Nenezic, Srdjan Dragojevic, Stevan Koprivica

Produced by: Batric Nenezic

Executive producers: Marko Paljic, Mirjana Tomic

Co-producer: Dejan Petrovic

Photography director: Dusan Ivanovic

Scenography: Veljko Despotovic

Montage: Djordje Markovic, Dejan Urosevic

Costumes: Ksenija Terzovic

Music: Shigeru Umebayashi

Artistic Director of Visual Effects: GETO

Visuel Effects Supervisor: Gaston Marcotti

Visual Effects Supervisors: Petar Jovovic, Kevin Berger

Sound Design and Montage: Aleksandar Protic

Sound Mixing: Aleksandar Perisic-Spasic

Katarina Radivojevic

Sonja Kolarcic

Stefan Kapicic

Nenad Jezdic

Olivera Katarina as Great Boginjal

Nada Sargin Jovana Stipic

Danica Maksimovic Radmila Tomovic

Danijela Vranjes Elizabeta Djorevska

Zlatija Ocokoljic Ivanovic Ana Bretsnajder

Ana Maljevic Masa Dakic

Fedja Stojanovic Erol Kadic, Milos Vlakulin

and Paolo Magelli

Coreography: Olja Rakic

Montage assistant: Yves Beloniak

Digital Color Correction: Didier Le Fouest

Masking author: Dragoljub Jeremic

Pyrotechnics Special Effects: Petar Zivkovic

Movie Directors: Mirjana Tomic, Dragoljub Vojnov

Postproduction Supervisor: Filip Petricevic

Assistent producers: Andrew Obolensky, Michael Perkovic, Tierry Potok,

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