Copacul Dorințelor: Amintiri din Copilărie

And that one, who is he?

-Picasso. -Picasso?

Of course. I showed you pictures, remember?

Yes, but he was old.

He was, but he was balding from a young age.

While you're old, but not bald.

I had better genes.

-Better than Picasso? -Way better.

And were there girls without hair?

Gee whiz, plenty!

Without hair at all?

Of course.

Cleopatra.

-Cleopatra? -Yes.

All Egyptians were bald and wore wigs.

That was the fashion trend.

Will I be wearing a wig?

Only if you want to.

I don't want to.

I like it this way.

Me too.

And there was that singer…

The one with a whining voice… Can't recall her name…

She was singing…

Marian, who's that one chanting…

Sinead O'Connor.

That's right, man, Sinead O'Connor!

Be well.

Let's go!

Mara! We're late.

Mara!

Come on.

Mr. Stoica, the news isn't good.

The Rhabdomyosarcoma behind her ear has grown,

and the little girl's cancer is in metastasis.

She requires surgery and has to continue chemotherapy.

I would be lying if I told you there are chances of recovery.

As you well know.

But we will do everything humanly possible to save the child.

Our duty is to keep going, without losing hope.

I gather that you care for her alone.

I venture to make a recommendation.

In these delicate situations,

the best solution is a palliative care centre.

Maybe you've heard of Hospice.

It is a palliation centre, based on charitable donations.

This means if they accept your file,

you won't have to pay anything.

But, the girl,

would benefit greatly.

Describe your favorite moment from Ion Creanga's book: Childhood memories

You have 15 minutes left.

Please help me, I am clueless.

Leave me alone!

At least give me the names of the main characters.

Please, I'm begging you!

My dad will beat me senseless if I get a bad grade.

Nica, son of a Petrei.

Who?

Nica, diminutive of Ion.

Ion, Ionica, Nica.

That's the name of the main character.

What about him?

He has a lot of adventures in the countryside.

He's like a Romanian Tom Sawyer.

A what?

Miss Marin, if you're chatting with your colleagues, you must be done.

I am, yes.

Bring me your paper, then.

Otherwise I'm afraid that others might get inspired from it.

We don't want them to lose focus, right?

Especially after they spent all day studying.

Isn't that right, Mr. Mititelu?

Right, teacher!

I spent all night with Nica a Petrei in my mind.

Who was on your mind, Mr. Mititelu?

With Nica.

A Petrei.

He's like a Tom Sawyer, only…

Romanian.

Stay focused. It's almost over.

Is that her?

Yes.

How are you, little baldy?

What's your problem, yo, are you mute?

Why don't you talk, yo?

Let me give you a test.

Question one. Who am I?

Come on. Heard you were smart.

You know?

I'm his older brother.

Minus three points.

Question two.

Know why I'm here?

Didn't you tell me, yo, that she's smart?

I came to conk you.

For giving him the wrong answers during the test.

Another minus three points.

You get an F.

You'll fail the class!

Yo!

Not that you didn't help him,

but you gave him the wrong answers.

What kind of soul you got, yo?

What are you? Rocker?

Satanist? What are you?

Is that why you shaved, yes?

The answers weren't wrong.

You hear that, yo, the answers weren't wrong.

Yes, they were.

Hear that? He says they were.

I gave him the answers, and not wrong.

He misheard.

So, not only is he dumb,

he is deaf too, yes?

This is how we'll handle this, smartass.

You turn around, and you let this little guy kick your ass.

So he gets over it.

Come on.

No comment. Come on.

Put down your backpack,

to make some room, he has a big foot.

Come on!

Come on, yo!

Scram, yo! Go away!

Scram! You hear me?

Oh, man, how lucky you are!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday to whom?

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday to Mara!

Happy birthday to Mara!

Happy birthday!

Here.

Make a wish and then blow the candles.

Bravo!

Here, this is for you.

An alpaca watch!

Super!

It's so pretty!

What's an alpaca?

Alpaca is a distant relative of the camel.

So, a goat?

It's not a goat, kiddo.

Some sort of goat.

It's a bit loose.

No worries. Till her wedding she'll grow up more.

Thank you!

You're welcome.

Grandpa?

Yes?

If I die,

do you think I'll meet mom?

How's that, Mara? Stop talking nonsense.

Children don't die.

How come they don't?

Just like that, they don't.

Children become

princesses, princes, stuff like that.

Is it true?

Let me show you what I found.

Mom used to read to me from that!

Yes!

I remembered it, when you told me it was on the Romanian literature test.

I looked all over the house; I thought I lost it.

Will you read it to me, please?

"All right, you devil!

This is where you're bathing?, looking at me with wide open eyes.

Come down, you rascal, so I can teach you a lesson!

But how could I? It was a disaster down there.

After she saw I wasn't coming down,

she started throwing clods at me,

but she misses me!

Then she starts climbing up the cherry tree.

Stay there, you pig! Marioara's coming to get you now!

Then,

I quickly went down from the tree using a branch

and jumped right into the hemp field,

which was extending up to the cherry tree;

the hemp was unripe and of hip height.

And crazy Aunt Marioara came after me.

And I…"

Mara!

Now that we took out the tumor, she will feel better for a while.

However, the illness is advanced.

The pain will grow in intensity.

Believe me, you will not be able to care for her alone.

Go to Hospice, as I've told you.

I promise you that, at the eleventh hour, they will make things…

easier.

For you…

and the little one, both.

It's beautiful.

Mr. Stoica?

Mirela Nemtanu. Nice to meet you.

Hospice director. Welcome!

Petre Stoica. Nice to meet you.

And you? You must be Mara, if I'm right.

You are very pretty.