Guardian Angel (Anđeo čuvar)

GUARDIAN ANGEL

a Goran Paskaljevic film.

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So, tell him everything you told me, ok? All right!

Here, this is Dragan.

Hello, kids! Hi!

And this is Ramadan, parent that I talked you about. Nice to meet you.

Is this your son? Yes.

Take a seat. Thank you.

I would like to talk to you... please tell me...

How did they take your child to Italy?

I was working in a second shift.

Came home after work.

I see my wife's crying. I ask her: What happened?

Our child is not home. Well, where is he?

But she doesn't know. So, we waited the whole night, but he didn't came.

After three months...

we heard that our child is in Italy.

Have you reported it to police? No.

How could I report, I have three more children.

You don't know them. Who "them"? Well, them.

- You mean the police? - No.

Oh, yes. I understand...

Could you tell me, kid, how they took you to Italy?

What about you?

C'mon, who can tell me how they took you to Italy?

Give me a cigarette!

Thanx.

- Would you tell me? - What?

How they took you to Italy. I will.

Sit.

Light me a cigarette! Oh, sorry.

I was at the gas station.

Washing windows there. On cars.

Some man came and said: Come with me.

And I say: No, what will my mother do?

I'll buy you new clothes, come with me.

I asked your mother, she agreed.

So, he throw me in a truck... and...

Who else was in the truck?

- There were... - Who?

More gipsies.

So we traveled the whole night, and...

I asked him: Where are we going? - To Italy. - What is Italy?

You know what it is, don't lie.

So we arrived in the morning and saw the sea, the sun... ships.

When he was tanking gas on the pump...

I ran away, but he caught me, slap me, and...

I hold my hand like this...

He take me to a man with a trailer camp, trucks, cars and everything...

If he orders you to go and steal something, you go and steal.

If he orders you to beg in the street, you go and beg.

Listen... what was the name of that "father"?

I don't know.

Could y ou recognize him if I... show him to you?

I'll kill you!

Don't touch him! What do you want? What do you want!

- Stop! - Let me go! Let me go!

Where do you think you're going!

Let him go, please. Let him go.

Wait, don't be afraid. Calm down...

Who did this on your back?

Tell me, who did this?

Do you hear me?

That's it, bravo, bravo.

Kids, calm down.

How did you learn Romany language? I didn't, just a few words...

I have this job over six years now.

Is it possible that for so long Italians are returning our kids back?

They are returning them a lot longer, for 10 or 15 years now.

But there wasn't such a big fuzz around it, like now.

What about this little wild boy?

I've got a lot of troubles with Shain.

They caught him stealing, six months ago.

Sent him back to Yugoslavia. I took him to Gypsy Mala

After six days he ran to Italy again, all by himself.

- And his parents? - Parents...

What can parents do. His mother is severely ill...

His father is an alcoholic.

Former musician, btw.

And the kid is also very talented. He plays accordion really well.

But he doesn't want to speak to anyone. Not a word.

Looks like his own father sold him.

His father?

They take some by force but many children are sold by their parents.

That's a... totally different world from ours.

You're too loud all of a sudden. Mayo, get down.

Yunco, come here.

Do as you're told. I went out for five minutes, and it's already... chaos.

Express Train 601 from Pula, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Slavonski Brod and Vinkovci...

arrives on platform one.

Here you go, I've filled in everything so...

- Behave you two, ok? - Ok.

Let's go.

Mila, when are you coming back to Belgrade?

As soon as I escort all the other kids. I'll come visit you, I need your help.

Not a problem, but you reporters always write whatever you want, none the less.

This time you're wrong.

We'll see. Goodbye.

Goodbye kids. Bye!

Most of them are in Italy...

Some in France and Austria, and all over Europe.

Do you know Shain? Don't know who that is.

One who plays accordion? No, don't know him.

Do you know Saitovic family? No, no...

Wait, let me ask you something.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, fourteen...

Little girl, do you know Shain Saitovic? Don't know.

Are these your kids? Ours, gypsies.

Who are you looking for? Shain.

Which Shain? There are about twenty of them in here.

Saitovic. Accordion player.

He's 12 years old, he returned from Italy a few days ago.

Oh, that one! He still plays in Italy. Didn't come back.

I'm from TV. We need Shain for a TV show "musical talents".

Yes, I know! I saw you many times on TV! I knew it all along.

And are there some more talents here?

Of course, plenty of them! Come with me, I'll show you.

Where are we going? Here in bar, plenty of them.

How do you make a living here? Mostly from... smuggling.

Here, they're treating us like black people in America.

You people from TV should film this.

Our people living mostly in misery, our youth has no jobs.

You see? -People say you are lousy workers. Thats not true, it's a lie!

They only say that... as an excuse, that's not important, it's important

for people to see how we are living in here...

What is this?

That's graveyard, jewh were burried there, 100 years ago.

Good day. -Good day. C'mon, tell him how are we living.

You see, this is jewish graveyard, this is jewish chapel.

No place for anything, look where we wash our dishes.

Police comes here to find thieves, they don't come to ask how we live.

Police, townhall..., they don't care about us.

Man from TV, looking for accordion players.

You say he's from TV, but where are his documents?

He is from TV. But you know which station? Police station.

What are you talking about!

Here's my papers, take a look.

Be careful, he wants to trick us.

Really, I saw him on TV.

Kid, move away. Take a seat.

Go away children!

Here. What kind of accordion players you looking for?

Younger ones. About 10-12 years old.

Bartender, give him a beer. Right away.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

If he's really from TV, why don't you send your son over.

Wait, let me see what's he up to.

I heard there's Shain Saitovic in here.

Here in Gypsy Mala, there's no such a person.

Yes there is, but he's gone to Italy. Shut up.

He still didn't came back? He's not going to come back.

Does he have brother or sister? Maybe they can play.

Maybe some of you have gifted children.

Of course, come with me and we'll take a look.

Lets go.

Trajko, stay here until we return.

Where we going?

You coming to my place, there's everything you need.

There, that's my house. The best house in Gypsy Mala.

Be careful, there's a bit of mud.

You see, they are chasing flies.

Stop it now.

Please, come in. Take a seat.

Son, move away.

This is my whole family. 10 of us.

That is my oldest daughter, Lenka.

This is my daughter Zaga.

This is my grandson Prince Marko[Serbian national hero], still in diapers.

This is my son Robin, and my daughter Diana.

And this is my wife Zivka.

Hello. Hi.

And this is my greatest hope, my son Zijat.

Have no father, have no mother, I'm left poor, all alone.

An old dark lady found me, and now I live with her...

Have no father, have no mother, I'm left poor, all alone.

What do you say? Could they go on TV?

They are great.

But listen... I need accordion player Shain.

I already told you there is none here in Gypsy Mala.

I've heard that his father sold him.

Who sold his own child? We wouldn't sell our kids for billions.

For billions wouldn't sell my kids!

Out of the house!

What about my shoes?

I'm sorry...

Your fucking with me! No, we're not...

I know Shain returned!

- Take me to his house. - Ok.

Here, this is his house.

Hey, boy.

Do you hear me?

Where is your brother?

He can't hear you.

From early childhood, Can't walk, can't talk...

- Hey woman. - Yes?

Shain is not home? No, he went to Italy.

Does he have mother or father? His mother died, month ago.

Father?