Day of the Siege (11 settembre 1683)

The mistake of this grows fatally ignorance of the past.

THE DAY OF THE SIEGE 11 SEPTEMBER 1683

The September 11, 1683,

Islam was at the top expansion in the West.

300,000 Islamic troops under the command of Kara Mustafa

they were besieging the city They called 'golden apple' Vienna.

The aim of Kara Mustafa was lead his army to Rome,

and transform the Basilica San Pedro in a mosque.

If this never happened, It is due to

an Italian monk, Marco da Aviano,

and King of Poland, Jan Sobieski.

This is his story.

Northern Italy. Autumn 1682 Father Marco. Bless us, please.

Father Marco.

Marco.

You have to enter.

They are waiting for you.

Back! Stay back, please!

Back, stop!

Back in the name of the Lord! Leave him alone! Father Marco, please.

I'm blind, I can not see.

In the name of Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Tonight...

They have left their homes,

They have left their work come to the house of the Lord.

But they have not come here to pray.

They have come here to ask this poor monk...

a miracle...

which he is unable to do. It is not me you must pray, but to God.

I am nothing.

I am only an instrument God has chosen...

to prove its existence. Pray to God...

thank him every morning...

to give them another day to live in this world,

feel its wonders.

Pray to God when they are happy and when they are suffering.

But most of all...

pray to God to He feels their hearts.

With the strength of being soldiers Christ...

to defend their homes...

to defend their traditions...

to defend their faith.

Because soon...

very soon...

this is what we what to do.

Defend our faith.

And now pray with me.

I can see! I can see... I can see.

Oh, my God, I can see.

I see, I can see!

It's a miracle! He returned her vision!

I can see! Oh my God.

Thank my God! I can see!

Please stay back! Back, please.

Back, leave. Stop, behind.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Do you think a piece This blanket will save?

It is Christ who saves them.

They are superstitions, by God.

Back, let him!

Make way, back!

Go home.

Oh God... Oh my God.

I prayed for my people for years.

For years, none of this never happened.

Because I?

Why?

Istanbul. Turkey.

We nominate you, Kara Mustafa...

Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire.

To you, we also trust the baton of command.

To you, we ask you to take the green flag of Muhammad...

back to the heart Of Europe.

Yes!

I was not as easy to beat this time. True?

True.

Before the passage of many moons...

you'll be the first to reach the top of the hill.

Believe me.

I want to be like you, dad.

I want to be a great warrior.

You will be.

And you will be really great.

Because you inherited beauty your mother and your father force.

Let's go now.

Or your mother will begin to worry.

Enough.

You do not seem happy to see me.

Every moment I expected you It has been an eternity, my lord.

So... why they are so gloomy now?

It's just a strange dream.

A dream unimportant.

So tell me, my lord...

What is the task that will take far from your favorite?

It is a task...

in which no commander the Ottoman Empire...

it has never been successful.

Take the green flag of the Prophet the very heart of Europe.

And put the West under my faith.

As my ancestors used to put horsemeat under their horses...

to make offerings...

I want to conquer the 'golden apple'... Vienna.

And lead my army to Rome.

And my horse to water in the Plaza de San Pedro.

Never remove the amulet.

My informants told me Some days ago...

that lands to Venice there's a man...

a monk, which makes extraordinary wonders.

Heals the lame, restores sight to the blind...

and can be in two places at the same time.

His name is Marco.

Marco.

It is the child's name who saved his life...

many years ago.

It was he who gave me this amulet.

Is it okay like that?

No, not enough color.

It has to be deeper.

If the color is very bright, It is wrong.

No, I want to make it...

very bright...

It has been many years...

from the last visited your father.

Now there's another force in your life...

which it is much more important you, Carlo...

He is our Father it is in heaven.

Of course.

And he has not had to deal with surpass every month.

Carlo.

Remember the night I found Father Giovanni sword in the forest?

On that night...

God made me a call.

It was not my imagination...

it was not a fever...

It was not delirium.

It was the voice of God calling that night.

I decided to become a priest.

We need more than one hand at the cleaners, Marco.

Not a cure.

But you decided otherwise.

Sorry, but I'm very tired.

Good evening... Good night, son.

Come on.

The work is not going as well as before.

You were there.

I know, I'm sorry, Mother.

The Turks begin to do incursions.

The ships of the crescent moon...

They not already reach Venice.

- Your father is... - Lady, come quick!

- Fast. - What is it, Walter?

A group of young people are up the hill.

They say they will kill Abul.

Oh my God.

Get out of our way!

Come on, stop!

Pull off the road! We do not say it again.

- This does not concern you. - Let this monk.

What are they doing? They are crazy?

Abul is our brother.

Even if you think differently, He is our brother.

No, it's not like us!

- Is a Turk! - It's a damn Turk.

Stop it!

You were not even born when he came to Aviana.

In all these years...

It has not hurt anyone.

Live poorly.

We can live together.

If we respect the faith of the others.

We can live in peace with this people.

Peace? What are you talking, Marco?

Two days ago, his class They razed dozens of villages.

True, they cut the throat Men's

and they took women and the children.

God.

Enough! Let's kill him!

- Do not! - Kill him, kill him!

Come on.

Come on!

Returns to Turkey. Not always the monk have to protect you.

We return.

Remember us. Will be back soon.

You'll grab, Turkish.

No, you risked your life.

You should not have!

He can not hear. He is deaf-mute.

Lives with you?

My God is more tolerant that you, Marco.

In many ways.

Why do not you defend yourself... out there?

Our fate is decided.

It is absurd to try to deflect it.

You know, Abul...

Years ago, while studying at the seminar...

I thought a lot about how the God you think...

it is so different from mine.

I asked myself...