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Cruise to paradise

All these memories

memories,

memories...

Come on, come on, daughter of a bitch. Come on already.

I left for Israel without saying goodbye. I decided to find it myself.

This is my only goal.

The only reminder of our life together

this photo.

I found him in your jeep.

As romantic as it sounds,

I decided not to get attached to things.

I can do what I want.

I lost everything when you left.

"Дерьмо"

I don't know his name or where he served.

All I have is his gaze penetrating so deep

which is impossible to forget.

If there is something I love about this wounded country,

then only the sunrise on the Mount of Olives. He is like a revelation upon awakening.

I drove this country up and down.

My journey inside

threw me out.

I see soldiers everywhere.

Or maybe I am drawn to where there are soldiers.

Whatever I give

to hear this voice singing Maya songs of Meir Ariel?

She's so big and she looks so much like you.

It's been a year since you left and I'm still trying to convince myself

that you just linger

just a little more and you'll be back home.

I never thought that the day would come and your voice on the answering machine

will be my only reminder of you, dear and beloved.

A year has passed, and I do not believe that a year has passed.

It happened so quickly.

And so, I am here before you ...

I ask you to stop filming.

Sorry, I don't speak Hebrew.

You must stop filming. It is forbidden.

Yes of course. Sorry, I didn't know.

- You have to give me the tape. - What?

You have to give me the tape.

I cant. This is a digital camera. There is no tape in it.

But, you know what?

Give me your phone number and I will send you pictures.

- Maybe we will meet sometime, have a drink? - Of course.

I decided to leave the roads. I need something more stable.

My memories disappeared, and with them my anger.

Good evening. We are Izabo.

What do you drink?

How do you know me? Where were you in the army?

What do you mean? The army, right?

So you are a tourist.

So you served in the army?

I still serve in the army and will continue to serve until death.

- So it's here. - Indeed? - Yes.

May I ask you a strange question?

- Of course, ask. - How does it feel?

- What? - Kill a man?

I was just kidding. I always wanted to say it.

- After watching Pulp Fiction. Have you seen this movie? - Yes.

I was a sniper in the army.

I saw many dead.

- No chance. - Yes.

Maybe you are alone.

One in what?

You will celebrate my birthday. With me.

Happy Birthday.

Come on, sit down.

French.

Thank you.

I think we have arrived. What do you say?

That you are a beauty slut.

“You said you were a sniper in the army, right? - Yes.

What, this talk about the army ignites you?

- Did he kill people? - Yes.

Isn't it hard for you to be at peace with yourself?

There is a verse in the Tanakh: "He who raises the sword, by the sword will also perish."

I have another strange question for you.

Maybe you recognize him?

Who is it?

Khaled.

He was killed last year in Ramallah.

Some son of a bitch killed him with direct fire.

He was my friend.

Maybe you killed him?

May be.

What the hell is going on here? Are you okay?

Am I okay? I see you're okay.

I thought I had everything, really. But then I came here.

And, probably, this country made me say goodbye to the past.

So now I'm asking you again.

Do you know this guy? Do you know him?

Get out of here! Get out of here, son of a bitch!

I `m tired of everything.

You should try this too.

- What to try, give Rani a drink? - No.

Throw a glass at the wall. Just so you know, this is terribly relaxing.

How are you?

Bolt?

Well, come on in, bro. I'm here. Enter, enter the apartment.

Take the TV. Take the TV, well.

Fire, fire, fire.

Son of a bitch. Look at yourself, scratched.

- Rani came. - Yossi.

This is Dora, this is Yossi, and this one who smokes is Yossi's brother, Alon.

How are you?

- What? - I'm sorry, what"?

- I see you left your parents to live with your grandparents. - Yes.

I do not believe. I get my group tomorrow.

- How? - Yes.

Fine, dumbass.

- So, are you in the army too? - What?

- Are you in the army? - No, no, I do not serve in the army.

- Why? - Because I'm the fucking left. This is the reason.

I imagine a bunch of kids looking for their dad.

- How? - Like this. - Like this.

Can you say anything else besides "that's how"?

You become as bumped as your brother.

- How? - Like this.

Do you remember you had a friend named Gilad who died?

They asked about you, Yossi. Miss you.

- Okay, enough, tired. I went. - Where are you driving?

- Are you really going? - That's it, I'm going, bro.

In Zimbabwe.

Well?

The last chance.

- Are you getting on the plane or not getting on the plane? - I don't get on the plane.

What are you to do here, huh?

Rotate in the apartment of grandparents, how are they?

- Enjoy your life. - Thank you.

- Don't die. - I will try to.

Until.

Tell me, what's your brother's problem?

Tell me what's your problem, Rani? What is your problem?

- Where is the toilet? - There.

The Frenchwoman took it off.

She wants to hang me at her exhibition.

I have to dissuade her.

I hope now that you are a civilian, you will not forget me.

I have known you since zero.

I will always remember your ugly face.

Be healthy.

So are you filming?

Yes.

What are you filming?

I shoot soldiers, mostly soldiers.

- How? - Yes.

- So you constantly get to know the soldiers? - No, they are getting to know me.

I try to focus my eyes on the person's face

who saw both life and death. You understand?

The facial expressions of such soldiers reflect their surroundings.

This is one of the best Israeli singers of all time.

"Now everyone, everyone, sing."

Come on, bro, pour.

We will.

If we had not passed this test, we would not have survived.

1 new message from Bender

"The Dead Sea work is over. Meet me at the exit from the city."

Bro, can you help me?

I'm trying to go to acting school now.

I thought you were already an actor.

Yes, no, kind of ... not exactly. Not really.

But, approximately. Not important.

- How? - Yes.

I have to read a soldier's monologue.

- How? - Yes, but I was not in the army.

I am an epileptic, you know.

- How? - Yes.

Omar said you were in combat, no?

Well?

I need you to give me some stuff, you know?

- Material? - Yes, well, you know.

I don't know, any real story, like liquidation, assignment, I don't know.

Someone had a member torn off. I don't know, any story ...

I understood you.

- Yes, I have something to tell you. - What?

Come on, I'll tell you.

It is true that when you work with your hands,

you see such a circle

with all the faces of the girls you slept with?

- I see, this is from porn, "Scratch". - How? - Yes.

So I go to bed with this circle every night.

But, instead of girls, I see the people I killed.

There are nights when I can't sleep at all.

Because one memory leaves and another comes.

Lately I've started to see myself

inside one of these faces.

You understand? It's like I killed myself.

And they begin to speak the eulogy to me, my brother and my parents.

I, wrapped in a banner, are lowered into the grave.

Bro, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to make you remember.

- This is really ... - Tough story, huh?

Bro, damn it ...

I just made fun of you.

- What does it mean? - It means that I powdered your brains.

I have no idea how it was in the army.

What?

So you didn't kill?

Man, I got into an accident and my memory is gone.

I don't remember anything about the army.

I don't remember how to hold a weapon.

Maybe I, in general, was a fucking job worker (not combat).

Come on, move. It's not hummus here.

Radicals, radical whores.

What does it mean? Why are you coming with me today to fuck the tourists in "Atika"?

- Hello? - Yossi.

This is Altman. Look, there was a collision this morning.

Wounds killed.

- How? - Yes bro.

In short, tomorrow is the funeral.

Rani, you were a good soldier.

You were respected by your friends, you were an example and a model for subordinates.

You fell for our right to live in our country.

The memory of you will always be with us.

Israel has always been your highest love.

Your friends in arms know that you were always ready to sacrifice the dearest -

my life, for this love of my own.

By leaving us, you left your dear hearts wounded and bleeding.

But know that we will not stop fighting for our country.

Blessed be your memory.

"Do not report in the Ghat, do not proclaim in the streets of Ashkelon ..."

Yossi, how are you?

Come on, come in, I'll make you something to drink.

Do you want something to eat?

I brought some photos of Rani.

Thought you might want to watch.

I have to move.

Wait wait.

I ... and I have something for you.

- It's mine? - Yes.

How do you know that this is mine?

Do you know what he always said about you?

I remember how you played basketball here in the yard .

"For Yossi"

Yossi, what do you see in front of you? Talk to me. Where are you?

Look, we're going for a special hummus.

What is "special hummus"?

- They say they put "weed" in hummus. - Here's how.

They say there are also tourists here.

Listen, I have no idea why there are no tourists here

but listen, I think I found "Made in Israel".

Will you come?

- No, bro, thanks. - Yes.

Okay, let's go?

Hey, come here, drop in inside.

- Wait a moment, put it in the back. - Hi.

Where do you want to go, soldier?

I have to ask you where you are going.

This is the law in the army in case you want to kidnap me.

Do you want to kidnap me?

No, but thanks for the advice. I will remember it for the future.

So I guess you're not afraid that I want to kidnap you.

I? No. The truth is , I'm not really a soldier.

I am not really from here.

Indeed?

- So, where are you from? - I'm from...

Stay tuned.

"Mondonia?" - Yes.

This sounds interesting.

Arico Raudi, from London, very nice.

I can see from the look on your face that you have never heard of Mondonia.

But that's okay, I'm not offended

I'm used to it. Sometimes I don't remember my own name.

This country is so small. But know: I am exactly the same tourist as you.

“We can ride together if you want. - This is a nice offer, Mr. Raudi.

Let me guess.

Judging by your accent, you're from ... France.

- Bravo, you are very perceptive. - Thank you. Thank you.

You know, there is a French phrase.

I don't know what she means.

- "Woo-la-woo meringue avak mo"? - What?

- What? What did I say? - You are a funny person, Mr. Raudi.

There is such a moment.

- Would you mind if I vomit? - No, it won't hurt. - Perfectly.

- Thank you. - Not at all, Mr. Raudi. - What?

- In the car, you said that this is your name - Arico Raudi. - Indeed?

- What else did I say? - Much more.

Didn't know you could talk so much.

And then he dumped the whole car for me.

- I regret. - And then fell asleep.

I think I missed a great party.

I don't remember where I got this from.

So do you know French?

So do you know Hebrew?

I have to go to the toilet.

I must sleep.

All these memories, memories, memories

memories...

Someone fell, but it was not me.

When did all this happen?

On Monday I went to the store.

I bought bread, milk, apples, peppers, sausages and whatnot .

I had a color package.

I looked at the package and the sun.

It was not a particularly good day, but I suddenly felt a moment of happiness.

“It's amazing what you can do while sitting in the toilet. - Yes,

really amazing.

- Sorghum. - What?

- I read about you on Wikipedia. - Indeed?

I regret. I can only say that in Hebrew.

Tell me.

Dora, also known by the Latin name Sorghum, -

tropical cereal grown in humid climates,

fifth after wheat, rice, corn and barley.

I love sorghum.

There is something I must ask you.

Ask.

- It hurts? - What?

Rani's big cock.

This is my first time with an Israeli soldier.

This is my first time with a woman

with an Israeli soldier for the first time.

But he doesn't count, because I'm not a soldier.

- How? - Yes.

I have to go.

Two "special" ones.

"Special" one, "special" second, bon appetit.

He looks like Van Gur in uniform.

Do you know these guys?

I've never been here

but a friend of mine says they add "weed" to hummus.

- So this is "hummus with dope"? - Yes.

- Are you laughing at me? - I'm serious.

Yes, what do you want to order?

- What is "special hummus"? - "Special"?

If I tell you, it will no longer be "special".

See I told you.

- Okay, then let's take "special". - "Special"?

Two "special" ones.

Can I have a "special" cola?

- Tell me, is this pita "special"? - Everything is "special" here. - Yes.

- This place is special, you'll see. - I hope so.

Please, one "special".

Speed, let's speed it up.

- Get ready. - I'm ready. - Are you ready to take off?

Hey, do you remember what I was wearing when we first met?

Of course.

You were wearing jeans

and a gray T-shirt with something printed, some kind of animal.

- No, it wasn't on me. - No, you didn't understand.

You talk about the day you came to me with Rani

and I mean before.

- What are you talking about? - Do not you remember? In Paris?

"In Paris?" - Yes.

- We met at the Eiffel Tower. - At the Eiffel Tower?

- I do not know. Be more creative. - I regret.

We met on the rue de Arshives.

And the rue de Archive?

Now I remember. Okay.

You were wearing jeans

and a gray T-shirt with a printed ...

zebra. Zebra, now I remember. Zebra.

And you smiled, as if you understood everything that was happening to me.

And I promised myself that I would give you a Vespa.

What are you talking about?

"Now I have silence ..."

- Hi. - Hi.

Enter.

Do you want a drink?

Coffee, sugar, milk.

All.

Wow, you really do shoot, huh?

I see that I am not the only man.

You are the only one who has ever seen my work.

Have you been to Rani's funeral?

- Filmed me there? - Yes, I saw you, and then I followed you all day.

I wanted to meet you.

- So that? Am I an exhibit? - There is no exhibition.

I decided to end it all.

- What are you doing? - You will see now.

- Good. - Good. I understood. Let me find all the cards.

Look, it worked. The first pair is matched.

- They are all alike. - Yes, they are soldiers.

- Good. - Order.

Pay attention.

Impressive.

I didn't know that you were filming the Arabs either.

- Do you know him? - No.

- Should I know him? - I do not know,

you said he was an Arab. How do you know?

Good question. I dont know.

This is the kind of thing that they just know.

- Who is he? - No idea.

Okay.

I see you've been to Hawaii.

This photo was not supposed to be here.

You are full of secrets, aren't you?

I'm flying.

- How it was? - Awesome. Snowing.

What a view.

Handsomely.

Trust me, we have the best job in the world.

Bedouin.

That's what I'm supposed to be - a fucking Bedouin.

What's going on, Sorghum?

Simply, I realized that you do not know anything about me.

So let's go to Paris.

Let's become a bohemian couple who swallow espresso.

I will write a novel and smoke cigarettes all day.

And what are you going to write about

when are we going to be a bohemian couple smoking cigarettes all day?

I see. I will write about you. You will be my muse.

The book will be called ...

"Unforgettable".

"Unforgettable".

Yes, yes, make a shadow, so. Good.

I'll start a fire.

Where is your scratch?

My scratch?

You said you were scratched, knocked.

I do not know.

What is your scratch?

It's not fair, I asked earlier.

I am an Israeli.

My father thinks I am scratched in the army.

But do you know what I think?

I know I got into trouble much earlier.

I am an Israeli knocked from birth.

This whole army, Judaism,

patriotism, Zionism,

World War II shit ...

I don't know what that means, at all, but I know that I don't care.

Do you know what I was most afraid of when I served in the army?

It sounds like a cliché, but I'll say it anyway.

That all I'm left with is a fucking photo on the wall

Another photo of a fucking Israeli hero

looking into the eyes of his crying mother.

I saw so many photos that I didn't care

I could no longer bear it.

I won't be a fucking Israeli photo.

They won't remember me as a photo of a hero.

This is what I remember.

I think so.

Not important. I'm powdering my brains.

Yes. But you do it very well.

Yossi, I saw a dolphin.

Wow, live girl in the movies.

- What? Where? - There.

- Are you kidding me? “No, I swear to you.

Come on, bummer, come here.

This camera looks familiar to me.

Look at the sea. He will of course appear again.

- Of course, the camera is yours. - Mine?

Found it in a military drawer at your house. Didn't know that you are a photo lover.

I'm not ... she's not mine. Stop filming.

Whose is she?

Stop filming.

- Why? - I told you to stop.

- I see you are very attached to the camera. - Yes.

I'm already dying, I want to see the pictures that came out.

- Well, are you going to sea? - Yes.

Dora, I didn’t know that you really have one.

- What? - Zebra T-shirt, the one in which I first saw you.

Don't film me.

Sorghum.

Hey Sorghum. Hey. Hey.

- What happened? - You passed out in the water.

I was filming you, and you passed out.

I want to sleep.

"1 new message from Bender"

Are you coming to fuck tourists at Atika?

You understand?

It's like Vegas in these three picture games

changing all the time.

So imagine that every night I see 30 faces of these people,

which are repeated all the time, like in roulette.

And I, wrapped in a banner,

like a bat. And they too, wrapped in banners

sinking into my grave, into my grave, at my funeral. And that's all.

Other than that, I don't remember anything.

- This is only part of the story. - How are you, bro?

Do you know how much work we have?

Stripes started to disappear.

Omar says that someone is doing this on purpose.

What is this form?

- Take it. - What is it?

- Take it, maybe give inspiration at the audition. - What, what's here?

- I think it's from my service. - What, something good?

No idea. I don’t know and don’t want to know.

- Hi, are you back? - What do you mean, "returned"?

You left me in the desert.

- What's with your hand? - Nothing, quarreled with the dog.

I regret.

I was just scared.

But, behold, I'm back.

My ex-boyfriend was a photographer and when I saw you with a camera

it reminded me of a past that I thought I had forgotten. But now I'm fine.

I can look at this stupid camera

- and nothing will happen to me. - Good.

Who is this ex-boyfriend?

No ex-boyfriend. Forget it.

Forget it.

- Are you hungry? - Am I hungry?

Would you like a Croque Monsieur with a salad like in Paris?

- Yes. - Yes. "Like in Paris."

Be careful not to burn.

Sorghum?

Hey Sorgo?

What happened?

I can not take it anymore.

What are you talking about?

Maybe let's end our life together?

Let's take a short walk to hell.

Do not move.

Do not look at me.

Do not look at me.

- Do not look at me. - Dora. - Stand up.

Do not look at me. Get out of here.

Can you tell me what's going on here, damn it?

- Is it because of the camera? - It's not about the fucking camera.

This is because of you!

Finally, I remembered you.

I do not understand what you're saying.

“How many lies have you told me since we met? - Sorghum.

Sorghum? To hell with Sorghum.

- How many lies have you told me? - No more than you to me.

Look at me.

I cant. I cant.

How could I be so dumb?

- Do not you remember? - I do not remember.

What I've done?

I can't even say it.

Dora!

Dora!

Dora!

Taxi!

Dora!

I decided to introduce myself to the world as a photographer,

although I never really liked photography.

I don't know his name ... my trip ... funny as it is, I hope ...

On Thursdays I go to the "Laboratory" ...

It has become a place of sanity for me.

All these memories, memories, memories ...

I decided to leave for Israel without saying goodbye.

Didn't even go to the funeral.

Your father was so sad.

Pretty soon I realized that the best thing is to look for what I'm looking for,

at funerals and commemorations, where soldiers usually come.

And my week is planned accordingly.

I travel all over the country.

I decided not to get attached to things.

I will be without friends, without a home and without a name

until I find what I'm looking for. It became a mania.

Sometimes I put up a tent in the studio and continue to write inside.

The soldier forgot his weapon with me. As if it fell from the sky.

This is a sign that someone's life will be taken.

- Where is the toilet? - There.

I don't know his name, I don't know where he served.

All I have is his gaze, which has penetrated so deeply that it is impossible to forget.

I'm trying to catch a man's eye

who saw life and death, do you understand?

Their expressions reflect their surroundings, don't they?

I dream of the moment when I meet this son of a bitch

that ruined my life.

Where will this happen?

Of course, in one of the many cemeteries scattered throughout this wounded country.

"Дерьмо"

How does it feel to kill a person?

Isn't it hard for you to live in peace with yourself?

How does it feel to die alone?

If there is something I love about this wounded country,

then only the sunrise on the Mount of Olives.

He is like a revelation upon awakening.

On Thursdays I go to the Laboratory. It has become a place of sanity for me.

Dear friends, "Hadag Nahash".

"I believe what they believe today.

We divided the world as well

than in all neighboring countries ... "

- Do you want to order something? - No thanks.

Tell me, do you know her?

No, who is this?

She worked here.

No, I'm new here. I'm going to ask Kobe.

- Are you looking for someone? - Yes.

Her.

Don't you know her?

Are you sure?

Yes.

Never saw her.

Thank you very much.

- Have a nice work. - Thank you.

Now start talking, son of a bitch. How do you know Dora?

- Dora, who is this - Dora? - Dora is the girl in the photo.

“I know you met her. - Okay, let it go, let it go.

She tried to kill me, this psycho.

She showed me a photo of her friend and asked me if I killed him.

- Did you kill him? - How did I kill him?

How do you know him?

I do not know him. In my bag.

What's in your bag?

She threw a photo of an Arab when she threw me out of the car

- so I saved it. - Give.

Good. Can you put the gun down?

Why did you keep it?

I wanted to take him to the police.

He was slightly drunk. I get so inventive when I'm drunk.

- How? - Yes.

Heck!

With Yossi, we abide by the agreement of silence, -

don't talk about the past.

I want to open up to him, but I have to test him first.

If he fails the exam

this will be my last phrase in a jumble of words.

- Hello. - Welcome. - Hello, I'm looking for a woman named Dora.

- Dora. - I'm looking for a French photographer.

Hello Hello?

"I'm looking for a photographer" - what a silly phrase.

"Hello, we're out. Please leave a message. Goodbye."

How are you?

Where are you, where?

Where are you? Do you know we have a job?

I know, I know, I ...

- Was in an accident. - Indeed? Really?

Ambulance knocked me down.

Precisely ambulance?

Omar, I'm sorry. I need your help.

- I need you to help me. - In what?

I need you to call this number and ask for Dora. In the Arabic language.

Both Douro and Arabic.

Omar, singing, her friend disappeared.

You can call this number and ask if she is? You are welcome.

Answering machine. Leave a message?

What, ran away with him to Ramallah?

Why Ramallah?

This place is in Ramallah, I know it.

What does it mean?

My cousin lives here.

See how beautiful it is here?

Mountains around, the land is empty. You can build a lot of housing here.

Look how good it is here.

Look, the mountains are around.

Sorry, they don't eat or smoke during Ramadan.

This disturbs us.

Understand this ... I fast from morning to evening. Thank you very much. Thank you dear.

Tell me, is this your first time in Ramallah?

Can you stop here for a minute?

What happened? We haven't arrived yet.

Order. Stop, stop.

Where to? Where are you going?

Are you sure you're here?

This is an address by phone number.

If I don’t come back within half an hour, you can go.

What, are you out of your mind? I'm waiting for you.

Welcome. You are welcome.

- Shalom. - Do you speak Arabic? Have you come about an apartment?

- No, I'm looking for Dora. - Dora? There is no Dora here.

She is from France. She told me that she lives here.

- Do you mean Catherine? - Catherine, yes.

I mean Catherine. She's here?

Come in. I'll pour you some coffee. He's ready. Come in.

Sit down please.

Katrin used to live here with my son, but now she is no longer.

I understand.

Coffee.

How are you related to Katrin?

- I worked with her and came to return her something. - Return what?

- Camera. - Which camera? - An ordinary camera.

Show it to me, please. Show me the camera.

Are you an Israeli?

Yes, I am an Israeli.

You want to tell me you came to Ramallah,

to get this camera back?

No.

- I came to see her. Do you know where she is? - No.

I haven't seen her since ...

since my son, Khaled, was killed.

Instead of coming to the wedding, I came from London to bury him.

Hey wait wait wait

Everything is fine?

Found everything you wanted?

We're getting closer.

They went in, they got them, they went out. Two minutes.

Come on, come on.

- Rani, can you hear me? - Yes, I can.

Where are you? Where are you?

Yossi, what do you see in front of you? Talk to me.

Don't shoot.

- Don't shoot me. - I do not shoot at you, I am a journalist, I only shoot.

“You were sent to film me before I died. - What are you talking about?

What happened? Are you okay?

Catherine, wait for me, I'll be back in a few minutes.

Where are you.

Hey, what are you doing, Yossi?

Heck!

We have to get out of here. Come on.

- Where are we going? - Home, bro, home.

- Home. - Home.