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PIANO PIANO KID

BASED ON THE MEMOIRS BY:

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Come, let's get to know each other And make life easier

Love, and be loved The world belongs to no one.

Yunus Emre (1240-1320)

1940s ISTANBUL

When I was little and got bored,

I'd close my eyes and think to myself:

"This will all pass. When I open my eyes,

it'll all be gone."

Not that I had such moments frequently when I was a kid.

But that night, for some reason, time just wouldn't pass.

When someone is poor—especially if they're just a kid, as I was—

they are for peace.

That is, they are for hope.

Uncle Kerim was a hope not only for me

but for everyone living in our house.

Dad!

-How are you, my dear son? -I'm fine, dad.

-And how's your mom? -She's fine, she just went inside.

Alright.

Have a good day.

-Welcome. I hope you're alright. -Thanks, Ulviye.

My father is back, Uncle Kerim!

You brute! You scared me.

You ignorant Laz broad.

"Brute" isn't pronounced like that. Learn how to speak properly.

Get off me.

I sent you money from the station, did Hizir give it to you?

He brought two liras, once.

That son of a bitch! I gave him money three times.

Who knows what he's done.

-Dad, you called uncle "son of a bitch". -So what?

Aren't his parents also your parents?

Grab that.

Hold that.

Kamile, get me that apple.

Already drinking raki at noon?

I was in jail these last three days.

-I got out last night. -And only now you come home.

-I had no money, went on business... -You call gambling a business?

As if you have a real job.

Is this Hasan the gambler's place?

You oaf! What'd you just call me?

-I don't know! I asked around and that's what they said. -Fine.

The devil with you!

Get out.

Kamile, I was going to rough him up,

but then I remembered the beating I got at the police station.

Dad, we live in the republic now, do they still beat people up?

Not much has changed, son.

Before, they'd make you scream

"long live our sultan!" while they beat you.

Now, you just scream in pain.

What the hell is this in the room?

I bought a feather bed, for my son.

He has no shoes to wear, and you bring him a feather bed!

Don't get me started!

You want to get smacked?

I won that bed gambling!

What,

should I have asked if anyone was gambling for children's shoes?

You scumbag! Damn them for marrying me off to you.

No! My son won't sleep in a bed that someone wagered.

-He already has a bed. -To hell with you and your bed!

Why did I even bother!

God damn you.

-Good luck, Asiye. -Thanks, Ulviye.

Move it, girl!

-My condolences. -What?

Condolences.

Don't they say that when something good happens?

No. They say something else.

-Then what's "condolences" for? -How would I know!

-You must've missed your father. -I did.

But they call your father "Hasan the gambler".

Who cares, at least I have a father.

I have a father too, he's the strongest in the world.

Yeah, where's he then?

He's not here because he's a captain.

He goes all the way to France. He has a lion on his cap.

Hey, everyone! Mr. Senai is off to the loo.

Kemal?

I heard your father is back.

Do captains have a lion on their caps?

Nah, they'd probably have an anchor, or a seagull.

Apo says his father has a cap with a lion on it.

Apo said his father was a captain?

He goes all the way to France with his ship.

Everyone knows Rifki worked on the tugboats in the Bosphorus.

Will you read the paper in the toilet?

Is Italy far away?

Won't you come back after you leave?

Kemal.

Kemal!

Whenever my mom has a fight with my dad, she takes me to my aunt.

What's that?

It's nothing.

Then why's it always hanging there?

Aren't you late for the cinema?

Do you have to go there? To Italy, I mean.

My biggest dream was to get myself a pair of those rubber boots

when I had enough money one day.

Even if they didn't belong to me, the boots were there...

which meant that one day they could be mine.

-Hello, my love. -Hello darling.

-Why are you late? -Sorry about that...

-Come on, let's finish up here. -Sure.

-Not staying for the film? -No, I'll go back home.

Here you are.

Thanks, Mr. Bekir.

-Come early tomorrow, for the signboard. -Yes, sir.

Where were you?

I was at the cinema.

Come here.

Life's a ruthless whore, my son.

You must always stand your ground in life

so you don't get trampled over by others.

Be ready to bare your teeth!

But don't go picking fights for no reason.

What I mean is...

My son won't "bare his teeth"! He'll be a good person.

What's baring your teeth ever done for you!

I'm not saying don't go to school.

But be a man, too!

Tonight, at the Geyikli Theatre!

"Sheikh Ahmed",

starring Ramon Novarro!

And, starring the famous actor

Paul Muni, "Juarez"!

Two films in one!

At the Geyikli Theatre!

Tonight, at the Geyikli Theatre!

Blood, love, and tears!

Come to the Geyikli Theatre tonight!

Ramon Novarro! And the famous actor Paul Muni!

What's wrong? Move it!

Uncle Kerim!

Piano piano, kiddo.

I saw Bedriye and Ms. Asiye stealing at the market!

They wouldn't.

But I saw it.

That is not stealing.

That is our daily bread.

That is the proper meal we'll be eating tomorrow.

Are you studying?

Can I be late with the rent?

A relative of my husband owns this house.

None of us pays the rent on time, you don't have to either.

Kamile! Where are you?

Come on.

Quick!

They used to be mine owners.

After the war, the state seized their properties.

Her husband couldn't live with it and hanged himself!

I was so afraid you'd get caught...

Don't worry. Look at these boxes of luxury stockings.

Let me catch my breath.

Then we'll take them to the draper and sell them off.

I don't like this type of thing...

What don't you like!

Both your in-laws are thieves, Mustafa and Hizir.

What do they do when they're jobless?

We benefit from it, but with a heavy conscience...

And tonight, Kemal, you, me, and Bedriye,

we'll feed ourselves real good, "with a heavy conscience".

And Uncle Kerim?

Always thinking about his Uncle Kerim...

-But these are gloves! -What!

What are these, girl!

What the hell are these, did I tell you to get these!

I swear I got the box you showed me, mom!

God damn you!

Hey, kids!

There's a funeral!

Hurry up!

-My condolences, sir. -Condolences, sir.

-Thank you, sir. -How much did he give you?

Juarez stands tall and proud, he has no fear.

With the bayonets on their rifles,

a squad of soldiers approach him.

A friend of his shouts:

"Do something! Do something!"

Yet, there is nothing to be done.

"My faith is stronger than bullets," says Juarez.

How do you know all this?

Don't your feet hurt, walking around barefoot?

Let's play some ball.

I'll break your legs this time.

You be the goalkeeper.

Come inside, Kemal.

It's done, Abdurrahman. You're good for the next few days.

-Mom... -What!

-Can they cure cirrhosis? -I don't think they can.

That's what the doctor said.

Was he a drinker in his youth?

Never touched the stuff in his entire life.

Mine drinks day and night and he's fine.

Then they say it's caused by drinking.

He was asking for some warm soup.

We have no butter, not even salt. How will I make soup!

Son, stop tugging me!

Mom, I saw Uncle Kerim leave.

He'll be back.

Mr. Ihsan again...

This guy will be the end of me.

Dad, Mr. Ihsan was singing for Ms. Feriha, and she shut the window.

What!

...Open up and show me your face...

Ihsan!

What's with all the singing, bastard!

Don't make me come over there!

Asshole.

Aren't you late for the cinema, son?

I'm leaving, dad.

This laundry is endless...

-Off to the cinema? -Yes, Ms. Ulviye.

Sonny...

-Help me out here. -Sure thing, Mr. Tevfik.

The sweetest of all mothers.

You look upset, what happened?

One of my horses broke its leg.

They shot it, mother.

What?

My horse that I loved so much.

-It was shot. -But why?

When a horse breaks its leg, they shoot them.

Don't worry, son.

We'll buy a new horse for you.

Are you kidding, mother? With what?

I have my golden tooth, it's about to fall off.

I've had it for 40 years.

I'll have it pulled.

No need. I'll ride my cart with a single horse now.

Mr. Tevfik loved his mother so much...

And his horses...

And her son Tevfik was all granny Leyla had in this world.

Uncle Kerim is here!

Everyone out!

Out, Uncle Kerim is here!

We're to make paper-bags again.

Kemal, stop looking at the pictures. We're working here.

Is it a big place?

It is.

Bigger than Istanbul?

Not that big.

Are these pictures of coins?

Yes.

They don't look like our coins.

Byzantine coins.

Antiques.

-What does antique mean? -It means old.

Old and valuable things are called "antiques".

Are you an antique?

Come.

Why do you keep drawing them? Will you be making coins?

-Really? Plenty of coins? -Plenty.

For us, you mean?

My mom and dad keep saying that only you can save us.

But what will you save us from?

From abject poverty.

When we no longer have that thing you said, will we be saved?

I don't know. Perhaps, from certain things.

Let's have a lot of money, but let's keep living in this house.

Don't go there.

Is she your wife?

Why did you ask?

Everyone around has a wife.

Napoli, you know...

She's Napoli...

Then why isn't Ms. Feriha called "Istanbul"?

You're quite fond of Ms. Feriha, aren't you.

Ms. Feriha...

What a beautiful woman she was...

We've been neighbors for so long, Feriha.

I've never seen another couple like you two.

Still in love, like doves...

I knew we'd be together the moment I saw him.

He was the first man whose eyes I could not meet.

He had just come back from Berlin.

I was still married to Mr. Adem back then.

While studying there, he got hooked on that thing he keeps smoking.

He couldn't finish school and came back, all miserable.

His father had opened a store, he was working there.

We'd exchange glances every time I was there.

He'd write letters and put them in the shopping bag.

You know about the rest, the whole "adultery" business...

Weren't you afraid of your husband?

I was so in love that it didn't occur to me to be afraid.

Mr. Adem found out about us.

We both went to prison.

Then we got married.

He's a difficult man, but it's alright.

Who else has a husband who studied philosophy in Berlin?

What's that then?

Tino Rossi.

Huh...

Know what,

your love is just like the great romances in the movies, Feriha.

Hey, kid! What are you looking at!

Oh God!

Mom!

Help me!

Help me! My mother's thrown herself into the well!

Just push me inside!

Please, I beg you.

Just let me die.

Let me die!

Push me! Push me inside!

Uncle Hizir!

It hurts.

Why didn't you just let me die?

Why did you save me?

Why did you save me...

I've suffered all my life.

And now my daughter's living in poverty.

I don't want to be a burden anymore.

It's better for me and her if I just die.

You have every right to grieve, auntie.

We could never ease your pain.

Got a cigarette, Feriha?

What's going on? What happened?

Nothing happened. My mom committed suicide.

But she's sitting there?

Just go back inside!

True to his name,

Uncle Hizir would come whenever we needed him the most.

Once...

We'll pay back our debt by weekend.

-When Feriha gets her weekly wage. -I don't care.

I'll start work too. We'll pay you.

Mr. Senai, stop it with the fairy tales. I want my money.

Wait until Feriha comes back this evening. We'll figure it out.

Her wage is enough to cover our debt. We'll pay it back.

I'm taking this oud as collateral. You'll get it back when you pay me.

Give the man his oud back. Look, he's waiting.

Don't get involved in this, sir.

Give it.

Give it.

Here.

Come.

By what right are you doing this, sir?

This has nothing to do with you.

Leave.

I'm done, Mr. Bekir.

Here you go, Kemal. This was the last time.

Weather's getting cold. We're done for the season.

Dad! Wake up!

Mr. Senai is on fire!

Mr. Senai.

Mr. Senai?

He's burning for real.

Kamile.

Feriha! Everyone!

What's going on?

Darling, what's the matter?

What'd you do?

Unbelievable!

And she still doesn't say something to him...

At least we found out in time.

Feriha, Hitler is coming.

What if I get drafted too?

It's over, darling.

The joint burnt his bed.

Brother,

I used to smoke that shit too.

But you have to be careful.

There are other ways to calm your soul.

It's not my soul

but my thoughts that need calming.

What is it?

The house was burning.

Hey, everyone!

This is your last chance to go to the loo,

because Mr. Kemal is headed there.

-No, me first! -No, me!

Look at him run.

Look at how beautiful this is, Kemal.

She picked up laundries from Beyoglu the entire day;

brought embers from the baker;

she washed laundries and fed herself...

Now she can sing and be happy.

She still can sing.

Think about it.

And her voice isn't even beautiful.

Nice pictures.

Thanks.

Have a good day, Mister Tevfik.

Thank you, Mr. Senai.

The only person who called Tevfik the driver a "mister"

was Mr. Senai.

What are you up to?

I was looking at the pictures.

Aren't you going to the cinema?

It's closed down.

And? So what?

You'll just sit there and look at pictures?

Hasan, what's going on there?

Mind your business! Because of you he turned out like this...

What's wrong with him?

Other kids are earning their bread, and he's browsing through comics.

Hasan! Don't get me started!

Go on then! Say your piece!

I'm saying he takes after his father!

Shut up! Enough!

You think I wanted to end up like this?

You think I didn't go to school because I was too stupid?

You ruined me! It was you!

Throw me my damn jacket!

Tevfik,

drop me off at the market place.

Come on, Hasan Abi.

Those who say that children don't need to be consoled are wrong.

Thinking some playtime would be enough

for their little hearts to find comfort would be a mistake.

I think that was the only time in my life

that my father kissed me.

Some salt...

If only we had some olive oil...

Oh, how we'd pour it on the papara.

Ulviye, pour some here and I'll take it to Senai.

He eats in his room.

Mr. Senai!

The German army has invaded France, have you heard?

Hitler has invaded France.

Belgium first, then onwards to France.

Here, we're having papara tonight.

What's the world coming to?

The man is crazy.

This beautiful world will be drenched in blood.

Never mind Hitler. Eat your meal.

Feriha,

I love you.

I'll take this to Abdurrahman.

I'll be back. You go ahead and start.

Alright.

For Uncle Kerim.

Don't let your food get cold.

You'd think we're having a feast or something.

-Uncle Kerim. -Piano piano, kiddo.

I've brought your dinner.

Are you leaving again?

You're not taking these with you, right?

No.

You won't come back if you take those down, right?

Have you finished your dinner?

Uncle Kerim,

what does "piano piano" mean?

It means "slowly".

It's Italian.

Do you speak Italian?

Where've you been! Your food's cold.

-Piano piano, mate. -What piano?

It means "slowly", pal. It's Italian.

Do you speak Italian?

Uncle Kerim is leaving tomorrow, but he'll be back.

He didn't get his sack from the wall.

Who wants this?

He didn't want it.

He keeps asking for some warm soup.

Look at how you've grown.

Soon you'll find yourselves some roosters.

Isn't that right, my pretties...

My darlings.

It's like I'm born again.

-And we're having chicken stew this evening. -Really?

Thieves!

You thieves!

You shameless, hungry dogs!

How could you do this to my girl?

The police will know about this!

Ms. Sidika, please. Calm down.

I knew you were behind this!

Watch it, you chicken herder!

This whole house is a disgrace!

It's a hovel of sin! You're all thieves!

At least we're honorable thieves.

We steal one, leave the other.

We don't pack up the entire shop, like your husband.

Ms. Sidika, we just borrowed the chicken.

We'll give it back, I swear.

We have a sick man here. We made soup.

Curse you!

May you choke on it!

Are you finished, you hag?

You trust that husband of yours, don't you?

Of course she does, what else?

Shut up, you washerwoman!

We stole and ate one chicken! We'll give you back four!

If we stole, it's because we had no other option.

What's the big deal?

You have so many other chickens.

Back off!

You'll give it back!

You'll give it back...

Sure! Keep waiting!

Did it have to rain now?

Hurry up! Carry these inside. Run!

Hey, everyone! Mr. Senai is off to the loo!

Summer is over.

How will we make it through the winter...

You heard about Europe? Hitler or whatever he's called?

Just worry about the one we have to deal with over here.

People will start eating dirt soon.

I guess they're being cautious.

We should be thankful.

They'll start rationing bread soon, they say.

Feriha, I'd like to tell you something.

You know how I go out to sell grapes...

I don't actually sell grapes.

It's not because I can't...

Being there,

watching you come back from work...

I like waiting for your return.

Waiting there beside the grape basket

gives my life meaning.

And that meaning is you.

It was impossible for me to make sense of their love back then.

But now,

it's impossible for me to not be jealous of their love,

in the midst of all that poverty.

Feriha, blow out the light.

Look, it'll all go dark now.

See that?

Blackouts are for enemy airplanes.

Who's Hitler?

How do you know about Hitler?

I heard Ms. Ulviye talking.

Is Hitler bad?

He is.

-Will he come here? -Who knows?

We'll beat him up, right?

Sure.

Uncle Hizir, Uncle Kerim...

You.

What about you?

Me too.

Den of lions!

You know your name alright.

When fate strikes you down, you get yourself up

and strike

right back at it.

You can't just sit down and take it.

What can we do, Hizir?

What do you mean?

There's always something to do.

Man doesn't stay hungry in nature.

This is no nature, it's Istanbul.

-Where'd you get the money for those? -What money?

-Did you... -Did I what!

They were outside the shop.

It was easy in the dark.

But the pipes were in the back.

This is all I could grab.

Go on,

set these up.

What should I have done?

Did you want to starve and freeze?

Go on and set up the stove.

I'm not sure of what I saw.

I'm not sure if it was real.

What I know is that

some kind of power had landed in our garden.

All who were pure of heart,

all who gave without asking anything in return

had gathered in our house, thanks to that power.

Whatever happened in that house

was made possible by that power

—or at least that's what I imagined.

Piano piano, kiddo.

I knew you'd be back, Uncle Kerim.

The well!

Forget the well!

Look!

Coins!

You've made so many coins!

Here's food.

Here's school.

Here's living!

Here are chickens for Sidika.

Here's Italy.

Here's Napoli.

Hey, kiddo!

Got it, piano piano.

Everyone up! Uncle Kerim is here!

He has so much money!

He's here and he's got plenty of money!

Mom!

Slow down, son. What is it?

Money, mom! So much money!

Stop playing with the switches, as if we have electricity!

Slow down, son.

Where's the money then?

Persia was a great empire back then.

Rules almost the entire world.

During that period,

Darius becomes the ruler of Persia.

But... he kind of cheats.

That scoundrel!

Trying to pull a fast one on the king.

Kemal, come here.

My mom keeps complaining. She can have beans for a change.

My parents stop fighting when they're hungry.

Mr. soldier, there's 3 of us back home.

We have no other food. Can I get another spoonful?

Buddy, you see the line behind you?

Everyone's waiting for a single spoonful. Move!

Why wouldn't he give me another spoonful?

The commander had this cooked extra for us.

How the hell would he know about us!

How did they know to get food from in front of the barracks?

So what, it's good food.

Aren't these leftovers?

Not restaurant leftovers.

Leftovers from their mess hall. It's clean food.

Tastes good, too.

And you watered it down, we'll have more...

I think of that time...

50 years ago, we were living hungry,

but we went through it with dignity.

We were happy.

I'm not ashamed to admit this now.

Which one of you is Senai?

Which one of you is Senai Yildiz?

-Me. -Follow us then.

I'll get my jacket from upstairs.

I'd better come with you.

Sure, as you wish.

You wait here.

Tell Feriha I'll be back.

It's alright.

Give her my share of the meal.

Is it because of the smoking...

Kemal.

Come here.

Go to the bakery

and get 5 pennies worth of dough.

Three, four, five.

Blackout drill!

Did you want something?

How much for the muhallebi?

5 pennies.

Will these turn into golden coins?

We've dug the hole, Uncle Kerim.

They say everyone has a lucky star up in the sky,

but mine was right there in the garden.

I went to the station. They don't tell me anything.

"He'll be back, sis. Don't worry, sis."

We were always with him, what could he have done?

It's Senai.

It must be him!

Senai!

-Dad! -Easy there, son.

-What's with her? -The cops took Senai away.

Don't worry, he'll be back.

How'd you manage while I was away?

By staying hungry, as usual.

Why can't you say something nice for once?

You have some raki left over from last time.

Finally.

This is good.

There's no place like home.

People love each other.

They say some things concerning why they love each other.

But in truth, they can't put into words

what lies at the core of this love.

Thank you.

Get your evening simit here, fresh out of the oven!

What's up, buddy?

-Have you sold many? -Have one.

I'm not hungry. You're better off selling them.

It was my own magic star.

At least, that's what I thought.

When I think about it now...

I'm not sure if it was really there.

What is it, little sir?

You feeling bored?

Come pour some water over this.

-Mr. Senai! -Hello, Kemal.

Hello, Ms. Ulviye.

-I hope you're well, Mr. Senai. -Thank you.

Ms. Feriha, Mr. Senai is here.

Hello... Thanks...

Senai!

They were from the military.

What? Didn't you finish your service?

Sure I did.

With Hitler on the loose,

they're calling in reserves, and I was a reserve officer.

I dodged the man in Berlin, he's caught up with me here.

Kemal...

You look amazing, my brother Senai.

Will other soldiers salute you when they see you like that?

I don't know, maybe they will.

Of course they will.

During my service,

a uniform like that would've made us tremble.

We're to wait at the barracks for now.

I don't know about later.

They'll probably keep us until the war ends.

I'm leaving Feriha with you.

Goodbye for now.

Can I come with you, Mr. Senai?

Come on.

-Mr. Senai, can we walk around before you go? -Why's that?

Please!

Alright then.

Mr. Senai!

You should go back now.

The navy uniform looked great on Mr. Senai.

But I couldn't imagine how someone like him could kill a man,

even his enemy.

Thankfully, we didn't enter the war.

Looks good, right?

Here's the important part...

We have to find some gold, even if it's just a tiny bit.

What?

Gold?

Gold, you say.

We have some in the kitchen drawer. Kemal, go get it son.

My mother's golden tooth...

Turns out there are rich people among us.

Would she give it?

She said she would

for me to buy a new horse, but...

Let's ask her.

Dear mother.

When my horse died,

you said you'd give your golden tooth to me to buy a new horse.

Remember that?

Of course I remember.

A mother would do anything for her son.

-Would you still give it to me? -Of course.

Then do it.

Will you buy a new horse?

No, mother.

We need it.

Who is you?

The people of the house.

No, I won't.

I'm saving it to cover for my funeral expenses.

Then I'll sell my horse.

No, wait.

That's how we make a living.

Here it is.

But someone will have to to pull it out.

I see it.

Yes, Ms. Leyla.

Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit.

The cotton.

Ms. Leyla, we have to wait

for the alcohol to take effect

so you don't feel pain.

It didn't hurt, I hope.

Was I feeling down because Uncle Kerim was gone?

Would our life of happiness come to an end once we had money?

Is that why I was feeling sad?

Kemal?

Piano piano, kiddo.

A brand new merchant shop.

I look inside the window.

There's a man in dapper clothing.

He's counting money

—and he's got plenty of it!

I step inside, greet him.

I check my back, look over my shoulder.

As if I'm hiding from someone.

I'm acting it out, you see.

I put the bag on the table.

"What's that?" he asks.

"I work at the dig site

at Ayvansaray."

"3 or 4 kilos of gold coins."

"Antiques."

I'm still acting nervous.

I check over my shoulder.

Then I dip my hand into the bag, get a handful of coins,

and drop them on the table.

"Old coins... Covered in mould..."

"Are you telling me they're gold?" he asks me.

He's not that stupid, of course.

"If there's a jeweler you trust, ask him.

Get them appraised."

"He won't turn us in, right?"

"I'm

terrified

of the authorities,"

I tell him.

The man's thinking...

"We split it fifty-fifty..."

"How many kilos did you say?"

A sigh of relief.

"Well,

around

3 or 4 kilos," I tell him.

He grabs the bag and hurries into the room.

He'll weigh them.

I put my hand in my pocket

and get the gold covered coin.

The man comes back.

"3 kilos..."

"3 kilos" he says!

He's lying, that crook.

"You wait for me here.

I'll be right back," he says, but...

"Stop!

Stop!"

I shut the door.

I approach him.

I hold him firmly, as if to take back the bag.

"He won't turn us in, right?" I ask him,

worriedly,

with fear in my voice.

Then I grab him and drag him to the tiny room next to us.

The gold coin is still in my hand.

I put my hand in the bag and start shuffling.

And bam!

I take out my hand.

I open my hand

and start rubbing

the golden corner

of the mouldy coin with my coat.

I ask for a pocket knife.

Then,

with that knife,

I start chipping away at

the glinting golden corner of the coin.

The man loses himself at the sight of the gold dust.

"Take only this bit

for appraisal."

"The jeweler shouldn't know about the treasure," I say.

He runs to the jeweler.

His mouth's watering.

He comes back

with a frown on his face.

"It's gold, but...

only 12 karats."

Says he.

He's lying,

that crook.

Then?

Ulviye.

Come here.

This is yours.

Apo should stop selling simit and go to school.

Tevfik.

This is yours.

Get yourself some new horses.

This

is for your mother's funeral expenses.

Munevver.

Get Mr. Abdurrahman to a good hospital.

Kamile.

This is yours.

Hasan, come here.

This is also for Kemal's school expenses.

Feriha.

No more wrapping tobacco at the factory.

You, lady...

You're too good for this house.

Find a better place.

Asiye.

Be more careful when you go out shopping.

And, Ulviye...

Give this to Sidika the poulterer. She should get some new chickens.

But

don't swear at her when you give it.

When I think of those people we shared our house with 50 years ago,

I try to do them justice.

I try to think beyond good and evil, without judgment.

Our house stayed as our house for a while longer.

Then, everyone went their own way.

Those people with whom we shared such a great affection;

those people who, despite everything, went through life with passion...

Their departure left not only me

but also our house itself, where we shared everything, without love.

Hey, kiddo!

Piano piano!

Uncle Kerim never returned from Italy.

When I was little and got bored,

I'd close my eyes and think to myself:

"This will all pass. In a moment, it'll be over."

"When I open my eyes,

it'll all be gone."

And indeed, it has all disappeared.

What a joy it was to live in a world

where nothing was possible without love.