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WITH OPEN ARMS
Daphne!
I finished the triptych with suitcases.
Splendid!
-Do you like it? -It's very impressive.
Originally, I wanted to create a monumental work. Like Ai Weiwei.
How about practising the television debate?
-Certainly, love. -Come out, I can think better there.
My God, they are everywhere!
Get out!
You are destroying my lawn. Get out!
I am sick of you!
You are pissing me off. Your chickens shit in front of my door.
Next time, they will end up in a roasting pan.
Babik very sorry.
Babik will scold the creatures.
Clown!
What is he doing?
Behave, you rascal.
Be good to neighbor, if no, head will be cut off.
He is mocking me.
We have a visit.
-Erwan Berruto? -In person. Good to see you, Commissioner.
I have been alerting you about this illegal camp which makes the whole estate hideous.
I'm not a policeman, but the bailiff. And I'm not here because of them, but because of you.
You have to move out because of nonpayment of your rent.
Are you going to evict an innocent citizen?
-And leave them alone? -Their time is coming.
-How many Roma live in France? -17 600. -Exactly!
-I would have guessed more. -That's the problem.
Buffoons like Barzach make mountains out of molehills.
They frighten people. That is scandalous !
-What is it? -Nothing. Just looking at you.
I have known you for 20 years, yet you have not changed much. I like you angry and agitated.
Injustice makes me angry.
Smoothie from quayaya and zuchin for Sir.
Thanks, Ravi.
-From apricot and quinoa for madam. -Thanks.
-You know what fascinates me? -No.
-I am still attracted to you like on the first day. -Save your energy for this evening!
-I have plenty of energy. -Dad!
My buddies are going you watch you on the telly. Make sure you ground that nazi!
Don't worry, I will show him what's what.
-Hello, Erwan here. -What? -Can I move in for a week?
-Or two weeks? -I don't have time. - Hello!
Good day.
Mind you own business! Don't touch my briefcase!
Roma saying go: thing not given, thing not borrowed, thing lost.
You are pissed because they took your house.
Now you like Roma.
Get out!
Damn!
Should I take the one from Dior or the one from Balenciaga?
Better go with Dior. And put a red pocket square in your jacket.
An invisible touch of the left wing! Great idea, love. You are right.
For briefcase you accommodated be.
Welcome in Babik.
How many people live here?
Sometimes seven, sometimes nine. Want a house, but but not have papers, money, work.
Quite a problem.
-Why do you stay in France? - We France loving.
Country beautiful. Police good.
Nicely to us behave. Hit only a little.
Romania dangerous, police bad.
Roma get hit a lot.
Too much! In head.
That hurt.
Babik's family!
Did you have a good day?
-Who is it? -Neighbor.
Police say get out, we accommodate.
Day good. Work good. Family brave.
It pays off!
Let me be.
I will blow Barzach to smithereens.
Introduce Babik family. Simza. Mummy, my sunshine.
Nice to meet you.
-Somerta, Babik wife. Beauty! -Incredible.
Fernanda. The oldest Babik daughter and her little one Leonardo.
Babik already grandpa.
Renata, my youngest girl.
And son Piti. Rough like his Dad!
-This one has no name? -Lulughia.
Middle Babik daughter.
Forbidden be close, talk to, desecrate, everything forbidden.
Yes.
Otherwise crucify like Jesus.
Understand or not?
Sure.
Crouch!
Come greet!
Greetings!
Small brain, big heart. Famous hunter of needlings!
-Needlings? -Hedgehogs.
Hedgehog our favourite food.
-Does the book sell? -Yes, quite. More like very poorly.
-And that Barzach's trash? -'Peril'? It is selling like hotcakes. Smashing all the records.
We live in backwards times. His book is full of lies.
-He appeals to the lowest insticts of people. -That man disgusts me. Give him hell.
-Make sure to mention your book, advertising is important. -To defend poor and needy people is important.
You are right, Lionel. The main idea of my essays is social battle.
The more books Dad sells, the more people will come across his ideas.
-There is no shame in making money. -Especially when there is a good cause.
Afterall, we need a new roof on Re, it is going cost an arm and leg.
-Re is not the issue, human rights are! -Why are you adding in the roof? -Sorry.
Human rights are important.
Greetings, my colleague. I am looking forward to the discussion with an intelectual of your standing.
Same here. I like confrontation with the younger generation. Especially when they are wrong.
Bye for now
I will blow that asshole to smithereens.
In today's edition of "The talk of town", I'd like to welcome Clement Barzach, author of the book "Peril."
My second guest, Jean Etienne Fougerole, published „With Open Arms“.
Let's open with what is interesting to the Frenchman.
The Roma problem.
There are almost 18 000 Roma people in France today accoring to the latest research.
Considering the number of illegal migrants, this number is just a rough one.
What more can one want?
-Coffee? -You are so nice. Please, don't trouble yourself.
-Roma are never going to integrate. -How do you know, do you know them personally?
They talk about us!
France cannot accept all the poor of the world.
Free food giveaway is over.
We don't have money. Your generation blew them.
You are lying, you know that! France is the world's sixth superpower.
There are plenty of riches. Let's learn to share them.
Why don't you share your own riches first.
-That is populisms! -Are you accusing me of populism?
-Next thing I know I'll be marked as a Nazi. -Gentleman, please be nice.
I'd like to, but his egoism is angrymaking. I love France that is full of solidarity,
France with open arms. Not France surrounded by barbed wires.
What's angrymaking are moralists! They praise humanity, but they don't help their neighbors.
-Are you attacking me? -What do they say?
The older one quite likes you,
the young one has mixed feelings toward you.
-Mixed means good or bad? -Bad.
-What do you propose? Lock them up in camps? -Are you calling me a Nazi? -Again?
He said I am a Nazi! Mr. Fougerole, you as a humanist,
a man with a heart on his sleeve, why don't you lead with an example?
Accommodate them in your place!
Are we in a tv studio or some marketplace?
Mr. Fougerole, please calm down. Mr. Barzach asked you a question.
What question? His formulations are so complicated.
My formulation are clear and the question is simple:
Would you live with Roma in your house? Yes or no?
Ridiculous!
Pathetic!
I would never turn away someone in need.
-Quite the opposite. I welcome them with open arms. -Stop the nonsense and answer truthfully.
-Answer, Mr. Fougerole. -Listen!
I have been defending socially weak for 35 years.
But I don't brag about it.
If I accommodated the Roma people, I would not talk about it.
I would keep it to myself. It is my personal choice. Intimate.
-Intimate? -Yes.
You don't have to kiss the Roma, just change your words into actions.
Act! At least once in your life! Act!
Childishness of this debate will force me to leave the studio.
-As soon as you should act, you leave! -This is not a debate. -You are a liar.
-You proved it just know. -That's enough! Be quiet!
-Mr. Fougerole! -Enough! Quiet!
-Mr. Fougerole! -You will no silence me. -Answer or we will change the topic.
No, we will finish our debate. I am not in a habit of running away.
If some Roma in need rings on my doorbell,
I will invite them inside.
Rose Street, Marnes-la-Coquette.
Great!
Good-bye, Mr. Barzach.
-Bravo, you are making France proud. -Thanks. -You were great.
He lost that poisonous smile of his.
It came out naturally.
You got him.
But what if some Roma really rang our doorbell?
We would welcome them. You are really quite burgeouise, Daph.
-You think like a fascist. -I was just joking…
Of course that I would welcome them with open arms.
-Hospitality is important. -Allow me to laugh.
From the M.P. Yvon Lambert.
That is nice. Where is he sitting?
I saw you on the television. Bravo. It is important to educate that extreme right wing.
-They will not pass! -They will not pass.
Be alert! Be ready!
Beautiful feedback. Someone writes that you are Lionel Messi amongs intelectuals.
I really scored with Barzach.
Your herbal tea without sugar and a biscuit.
-Thanks, Ravi. -Good night, Madam, good night, Sir.
Ravi, we have known each other for many years, so don't call me 'madam,'
-call me 'Daphne' nebo 'Daph'. -That is not possible, madam.
Daphne is right. Call us by our first names.
-You are my masters. -Masters, what a horrible word!
-This is not 19th century. -You are part of our family.
Please, do not be angry, but I will keep calling you 'Sir' and 'Madam'.
As you wish. You are a free man.
The more we are nicer to him, the more distant he is.
The caste system is deeply rooted in him, everyone has his place according to his caste.
Certainly.
-Are you expecting anyone? -No, just some Romas…
I hope not too many of them. There isn't anything for breakfast.
Mr, there are strange people by the gate. They speak in a strange French.
They said you invited them.
Strangers?
What does that mean?
Here!
Stay in the house.
Ravi, come with me.
How many are they?
-Who are you? -Erwano, cousin Babik!
-And his family! -Babik's family...!
Hello, Mr. Openarms. Thanks.
Thank you very much for the welcome! Open!
-Open! -Hurry!
-Did you see me on the television? -Yeah.
You talk smart.
-The other one prick. -Thanks.
Unfortunately I just found out that my dear friend,
died of a heart attack.
God open gate of kingdom to your friend. Amen.
Amen.
Thanks.
Open.
No, please, understand that I am not able to invite you under these circumstances.
No problem. We used to bad welcome.
Very funny!
Unfortunately we are going to the countryside to see the deceased's family.
But no problem. We put caravan in garden. House we watch.
No!
-Please. -No.
Here you are!
Rent some space in a campsite.
I think he wants to screw us over.
Mr. Openarms evil. Mr. Openarms liar.
Absolutely not! I would love to welcome you, but…
We will tell your lies to journalists.
We say truth. You got rid of Roma!
A big scoop: you promise, action not happen.
Wait.
We will find a solution.
How many nights? One or two?
Yeah, before we find land. No problem.
-On your honour? -Babik swear.
I guarantee. Good agreement.
-Careful! -Pardon.
-Not on purpose. -My shoes are from deer skin. -Sorry.
Thanks, Mr. Openarms.
Thanks…
Mummy!
That is quite a bomb, The Roma accepted Dad's invitation!
Yes, Lionel,
that is a bomb.
Beware, the flowers! Carefully!
Careful, you are standing in the flower bed! My poor flowers!
This is a bad timing. I am getting my exhibition ready, I need space and relaxation. Are you listening?
I need to concentrate, release a creative energy!
-I cannot create in chaos, do you get it? -Yeah.
But I cannot afford a scandal during my campaign. Get a grip, Daph.
Daph!
Think of the poor people, you have a heart!
Sure. Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I am selfish.
You know how I am when I create. I cannot help it, I am overirritated!
Don't worry, I know some people, I'll get them some land for their caravan.
-I have blankets so they aren't cold at night. -You are nice, Lionel.
-You have your values straight. -And heart on your sleeve.
Why is he not picking up?
Why is he not calling?
Yes, this is for you.
-My name is Lionel. -I Lulughia. -Lulughia?
Lulughiu no touch! Roma girl must stay virgin till wedding.
Or I will get angry.
Terribly.
Lulughia!
Home!
-Cheers! -Here is to you! Finally, you ae here!
Well? Did you get settled in?
Yes, madam. Thanks.
Friend be able to bury in peace.
-Someone died? -I'll explain it to you later.
Suddenly, funeral is put off.
Babik stupid! ForgotCrouch!
-What is a 'Crouch'? -No idea.
They took a pig with them, what a catastrophe! It cannot run around the garden!
Crouch stupid from nature, good heart naturally.
Damn, what a stench!
Why grumble? Your plan worked, no?
Not really. I thought I will sleep in the house in a real bed.
If you don't like the caravan, go and sleep in the garden like Crouch and Tupuk.
-'Tupuk'? -Our pig!
Good night.
-See, they are not bad. -Not at all.
-Not so different from other guests. -Exactly.
Should I activate the alarm?
-Just to be on the safe side. -What if the pig came to the house…
-Roma? -Yes.
-Real Roma? -Of course, real, not CD-ROM!
I don't find it funny. It's a catastrophe. Daph is getting an exhibition ready.
You have to have rid of them, but not too suspiciously.
And what if you kept your promise?
Imagine the news articles, your profile in the media!
-An intelectual who turned his words into actions! -Seriously? -Only during the campaign.
I will fill the media with your action of generosity.
Your book will sell. To have some campers in your garden is no big deal!
You are right, it is not a big deal.
Aren't you going to sleep?
In a bit.
I'll solve it tomorrow. I promise.
Hopefully that pig will not eat my triptych!
-I have nothing against the Roma. -Of course not. -Of course.
-It is a fantastic nation. -Just quite different from us.
Precisely.
It is diffcult to live with them sometimes.
I know, honey.
What is that idiot doing?
He got the mole.
What does that mean?
Good morning. Did you sleep good, Mr. Openarms?
-That is a lorry tyre? -A little boat!
Babik in Malibu.
-Where are those campers? -In the garden.
Isn't it going to look silly?
The sillier, the better. Barzach will be mad. We cannot miss that.
You are right.
Wow!
What about an interview during breakfast? We will shoot all of you at the table.
-It will be more lively. -You think? -Of course.
Ravi, buy some pastries for your guests.
-What guests? -Our guests. And get some doughnuts too.
-Doners? What is it? -Doughnuts damnit!
Yes, little doughnuts.
-Going live in two minutes. -Great.
Thanks, Ravi.
-What now, Mr. Openarms? -Act naturally!
And don't call me Mr. Openarms, I find it annoying.
Thanks.
Don't let that Indian in the take, you look like a neocolonist.
You and Daphne serve the guests. It will look more friendly, more common.
Good idea! Ravi, take a break! Daphne and I will serve the guests.
-Take it easy, put down the bowl. -We will deal with it. -Five, four, three…
Greetings, Brice. I am at the Fougeroules,
who accommodated a Roma family.
Tea, coffee, cocoa?
-Who wants scrambled eggs?? -I'd rather have an omelet.
-I want a pancake. -Pancake!
Should we understand this as a response to Clement Barzach's challenge?
Barzach does not rule my will or heart.
Solidarity is natural for me. I don't expect a Legion of Honour for it.
I will quote Julien Green: 'A man should give and take with love'
Do you share your husband's views?
Of course.
I love having guests over.
The whole house comes alive.
There is a bohemian spirit here. I paint and sculpt.
I believe in freedom, I have an adventurous spirit.
When I was younger,
I went to Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer with some gypsies.
We Roma, not gypsies. Gypsies wear shiny shirts and play castanets.
Sure. I think my wife wanted to say,
that we can all learn from each other.
That is exactly what I wanted to say.
Mr. Babik, for how long do you plan to stay at the Fougeroles?
Before we have papers and good land.
Yes.
Till fall.
Maybe till winter, if Mr. Openarms lets us.
Of course.
-They will stay as long as they need. -What a badly rehearsed comedy!
Did you hear it, Timothee?
-Timothee! -Yes?
-Fougerole accommodated some Roma. -Are they travelling? -No, these don't travel.
They will settle, camp, squat.
Please go ahead…
He used them to be more relevant. What cynicism, manipulation!
You were fantastic.
Did you hear Babik? He wants to stay here till fall, or even winter.
Don't panic, as soon as the media campaign is over, we'll find something for them.
-He catches three in a hour. -Be positive. We will be rid of moles.
I am trying to be positive.
Some more croissants?
-I'm going to school. See you later. -Have a good one.
-Bye, Dad. -See you, Lionel.
Where do your childen go to school to?
School not necessary. Work right away.
-In family business. -That is nice. Do you run some business?
Yeah. We recycle what we find.
Have a nice day, madam.
Hurry up!
Hurry!
You don't work with them?
No, I am watching the caravan.
Who would want to steal that?
-Some other Roma. -Sure. That did not cross my mind.
I am not going to leave my students hanging right before their exams.
I understand,
but…
Erwano stayed here and he looks at me with lust.
Don't be silly. And Ravi is there.
-If anything, call me. -Very well.
This experience may inspire your future work.
-You think? -I feel it. Gotta run!
-And now weather withJean Polanski. -Hello, Claire. -What about this weekend weather?
Unfortunately, it will be cloudy, with temperature around 16 C (60 F)…
-Where are you going? -To work. -As a Peruvian?
Roma bad reputation. Peruvian good reputation.
Will you take us to Paris?
-No way! You cannot fit here. -No problem, we small.
Get in then, hurry!
Hurry!
-You will take care of any fines from the fuzz. -Thanks, Mr. Openarms.
-Thank Mr. Openarms. -Thank you, Mr. Openarms.
Stop calling me that, it is annoying.
-What is your name? -Jean-Etienne.
Mr. Openarms easier.
Hello ladies and gentlemen!
We famous Peruvian group of siblings!
And now music!
Bravo. You set an example of generosity.
Thanks, Souliere.
Please!
Silence, please.
Silence! You cannot improve your marks by clapping.
Please!
Please, there is no stopping you…
Bravo!
Are you drying suitcases?
No, Erwano, this is a work of art, it is called a 'Departure'.
Departure? Where?
I don't know. Anywhere.. It is an inner journey.
Introspection. A spiritual seekeing.
You pack suitcases. You unhappy with Mr. Openarms.
Nonsense, I love my husband!
-Now, if you excuse me. I need to finish this. -Don't mind me. No problem!
Madam,
should I ask this individual to get dressed?
We are not in Saudi Arabia! Let him catch some sun!
-Ravi, I am thirsty. Get me a small beer. -What? I am not your servant!
Get your own beer. There is a shop by the bus stop. You can use the exercise.
Are you crazy, Ravi? They are different, but they are fellow humans.
They come from India. Just like you. Be nice to them.
-Are you comparing me to them? -Not at all.
-Don't look at me like that! -I have nothing in common with them!
Very well, that was stupid. Go and get him some beer and that's it!
Bravo! We need adventurous intelectuals.
I listen to my intuition and the real me.
Have a good one.
Yes?
Fidelia Martinez from the Union. Will you sign for me?
With pleasure, Fidelia.
Do student unions have a lot of members these days?
It is quite average. -Hold on, we need strong unions.
To Fidelia.
My pleasure.
Thank you, Sir.
Bye.
For you, madam Daphne.
-For our warm welcome. -'To our beloved father'.
Thanks.
-You did not have to do that. -It was a pleasure.
You too like to go through the trash bins?
Babik, I have some news.
I found Daphne on the internet. Openarms is poor compared to her.
-Openarms poor like Roma? -Not that much. Idiot!
Everything belongs to her. Her father is Passegrain.
-Passegrain? -The king of tinned peas.
She is the heiress. I'll put on my charm and steal her from that geezer.
-To steal from Openarms wife and house? -Let's do it big. Like in America!
He is nice to us. Why do you want to betray him?
-Spare me the lectures. Don't you steal? -I steal only to support my family. That's it.
Me too.
I had a wonderful day at school. They welcomed me with an applause.
Those Roma are heaven sent!
I totally forgot about how solidarity can be rejuvenating.
-I am born again. -Good for you.
I can't take it.
Take a look at Babik's gift. He probably stole in from the cemetary.
Appreciate the good deed. Flowers are flowers.
A good deed? I have nothing against them.
I don't judge where they come from. I just need my privacy, you know?
I want to scream, jump, run around naked, when I want. Simply be alive!
The joined holiday with the Bouviers suffocated me!
I understand. But you can tolerate them in the garden, no?
Go and take a look there!
I like it. It reminds me of South Italy.
Positano.
Where is my brave warrior? You used to be in demonstrations for freedom!
What is that old hag doing?
Madam, you cannot fish the Japanese sacred fish!
Sashimi delicacy. Good eating.
Why did you get out my relaxation chair?
-Are you reading my book, Mr. Babik? -Yeah, very good reading, a lot of suspense.
You ripped out half the book?
Babik in need. Toilet paper gone.
Babik read everything. A smash hit!
On evening we have celebration in caravan.
It would be honour, if you, madam Daphne and Lionel come.
Gladly.
Darling, we are invited this evening to the caravan!
Great!
-See how generous they are! -They are inviting us to their home.
-I cannot take it anymore. -What, Ravi?
I am serving my French masters, not some savages.
-Stop using such vocabulary. -Easy!
I found some dead moles in the garden.
When I tried to toss them away, Crouch bit me!
They will be gone in a few days.
In the meantime, you will get a bonus, a little Roma bonus…
'Roma bonus'?
-How much? -I don't know…
One percent of your salary.
-Add more, Sir. -Two percent.
-Five percent. Not more than that. -Deal.
Isn't he a little racist?
Moneygrubbing more so. Wants to ruins us!
-Isn't that dress a bit too posh? -Not at all.
-Should I see them in a potato sack? -Mum is right, Dad.
Why should they not get the same courtesy as others?
-You are right. -Of course, I am!
Summertime is a time of love…
-What does that mean? -He is welcoming us.
Romance in the air.
A boy went way up North, to the cities full of cold.
A girl at the same time wanted to go down South.
-Poor neighbours! -They met on the intersection of life.
-Babik! -They are fulfilling their dream.
Nothing in their day is dim.
-Not us, no. -They can reach the heaven and stars.
They are guided by Providence.
Tomorrow knows no fears…
-Bravo! -Lovely. Beautiful show!
Please…
I brought some farmer's cheese and organic cakes.
-And a bottle of champagne. -Many thanks. Come in. -Good evening.
-Welcome by Babik. -Thanks.
-Come in. -What an exotic place!
People travel thousand of kilometers for this.
-We have it right here in our garden! -Lovely! -True.
It is small here, but bigger than it seems from the outside, right?
Admirable, how much stuff you can squeeze in such a small space, great organization skills!
Beautiful! Is that handwork?
Made by Simza.
A very talented seamstress!
Roma Christian Dior!
Christian Dior…
Skills such as these are lost in France today. Such a pity!
You wanna buy? I give good price. Discount for friends.
-Thanks. -Let's buy several. For our villa in Re...
-Yes. -For Re? - For recreation.
-Yes! -Re is a French island.
Not really an island anymore, there is a bridge now.
-We will definitely buy some. -Yes.
Delicious, what is it?
-Meat delicacy, made my Somerta. -Somerta.
Is that a rabbit?
No, small funny animal.
-Guinea fowl? -Better.
Squinty eyes. Like Chinaman.
Hope we are not eating a mole?
Bingo!
Crouch could not get a hedgehog unfortunately.
Sorry.
Moles are not really my thing.
You keep your mouth shut in front of the guests.
-Good? -Very much so.
Just a little burning feeling in my mouth.
And nose.
And stomach too.
I think I'll be sick.
Don't you have some rose? Or a bit of schnaps?
Yeah, something for detox.
With this you never sick. Cocktail Babik.
Alcohol 90 percent. Paprika.
Paprika?
A secret ingredient.
What?
You will see, Mr. Openarms.
German brand. German quality.
Attention! Boom!
That has a bite for sure, but let me.
I will get some aged calvados! You will like it!
-It will work wonders. -Go, honey. -I liked it.
Thanks.
So, how about that calvados, Babik?
A dream!
And now music!
Please us!
I visit women in Pigalle,
they take care of my sorrow.
I want everything like little boy.
I need schooling in all things called love.
I visit women in Pigalle,
And from pawn I will become a king!
I would never believe, that you know Serge Lama's songs!
I sinned so many times. I'll end up in hell! Glad to be there!
Babik,
don't you have some dance music, something typically Roma?
I do!
Fernanda!
Come and sing!
Come on, Fernanda!
That's more like it!
Finally some of their folklore!
-Their culture! -So colourful!
Come!
She's got some moves, that pea heiress!
I will put some groove in your body! You will sing and dance with me all summer long!
When is that racket going to stop?
We have a right to have some entertainment. We live in democracy, as far as I know.
-And that's your idea of democracy? -Shut up!
-Great, I am calling the police. -Go ahead! -And it's done.
-Police? -Don't worry. There is no danger to you.
You are at home here. Today we are all Roma.
Yes.
You Roma?
-You Rom? -In a manner of speaking.
-Roma in my heart and soul. -Thanks.
Stop annoying us, Mrs. Charrier!
-One last glass, Babik? -Calvados…
You are even more lovely when you dance.
When you are drunk, your accent is like from south of France.
A miracle of alcohol!
Thank you for a fantastic evening. I have not had this much fun since 1988,
when they elected Mitterrande for the second time.
It was really, really nice.
Lionel!
School tomorrow. Good night.
-You are quite strict. -It is his right.
-Good night! -Good night! -Let's go, Lionel.
Bye!
-Aren't you going to bed? -I'd like to jot down some thoughts.
These people have nothing, yet they love each other so much.
What a lecture in humanity! Admirable!
When I think of those hideous ideas of Barzach…
Please don't spoil my evening with that imbecile!
Mr. Openarms!
What now?
Mr. Openarms…
Yes?
Do you need something, Babik?
I am sorry, but the toilet in caravan went kaput.
Could I use the toilet in your house?
Sure. Right next to the kitchen.
I will leave the door unlocked all night, so you can come at any time.
Thanks, you nice.
You are making it easy for them to rob us.
That was a joke.
Very funny…
You can come inside, but don't make everything filthy!
Ladies first!
Thanks.
Shouldn't we hide all the jewels? Not that I don't trust them…
-Let's not lead them to temptations! -Right you are. That would not be fair.
What are we going to do, Jean-Etienne?
Do you remember what we promised to each other?
No prejudice, head in the clouds always.
Makes me depressed. What changed us so much?
Stereotype.
Oh yeah!
-What are you doing? -Looking for a toilet.
Downstairs! Go downstairs!
-Don't know what downsize is… -Ground floor!
-Is that you? -Yes.
-Are you a model? -No.
That goes against my feministic views. Although I was offered work as a model when I was young.
-You are still young. -Time to sleep! Good night, Erwano.
-Good night, Mr. Openarms. -Good night.
Please…
Pretty please…
Please, madam, me want to snog you.
Stop, I don't like it.
-That was a joke, Daph! -Don't joke about suffering of others.
And what about my own sexual suffering?
Sorry, I am tired.
I cannot digest that mole.
You did not seem tired talking to Erwano.
-You flirted with him like some teenage girl. -Nonsense!
-Good night. -Good night.
What are they doing in that toilet?
They have diarrhea. From that mole.
-Hi, Mr. Openarms. -What are you doing here?
-After big stool this big relief! -Use the toilet downstairs, not upstairs!
Toilet on ground floor busy.
And me...big need.
Good God!
Wake up, Erwano!
-Did you gozzle down my Petrus? -Sorry, I buy new Petrus.
Do you know how much it costs?
-Damn! -What? -Help!
What is going on?
What is this, dammit? You let the pig in the kitchen?
-What is going on? -Go back!
-I was attacked by a pig! -If you don't shoo him away, he will stay!
He took everything out, he destroyed it all!
-Start locking up the house! -You offer them a finger, they rip your arm out!
-Why are you so narrow-minded? -Us? Narrow-minded?
Sorry, Lioneli, in my opinion, we are open and progressive!
We live with a pig, aren't we quite tolerant?
Those poor people sleep squashed in a caravan!
Why don't you put them in the guest rooms?
Lionel, that is not the way.
Roma would feel in the stone house like in prison.
Dad is right, please respect their lifestyle.
Travelling, in between…
No, enough travelling. We want stone house.
-We love comfortable. -They are like us!
Daph, you and Lionel take care of it, I have to run to the union.
Ravi, get that pig out of the kitchen!
-Mr. Fougerole! -Please talk to you wife.
And stop pissing me off!
So…
This is one room.
Don't you like it?
No.
This is the second room..
-That is better. -Much more!
Get yourself together, I will get some sheets.
Thanks.
We have a view of the garden!
-I'll stay her.. -Me too. -Why?
You don't need a big room. You are alone. No wife.
-To shack up with that clown was my idea! -You are clown!
Beware, Babik, don't make me angry, or else I'll reveal everything!
Okay.
-Here we are. Well? -Me here. Babik in cupboard.
-Will the children stay in the caravan? -Yeah. Camping is good for them.
-And your mother, Fernanda with the baby? -It is more practical for them.
I understand..
I'll leave this here.
See you.
Don't touch my sheets.
Confiscation…
Fidelia!
Confiscation…
Fidelia!
Here I am.
I am going up.
Confiscation…
Thank you for coming. Media will notice us because of you.
No problem. Demonstrations remind me of my youth.
-You are still young. -You flatter me!
What is it?
TV is here…
Are you hooking up with a teacher?
That is a misunderstanding.
-We will call each other. -Yes.
Bye.
Confiscate...!
-Is everything alright? -Yes, thanks.
Nice pillow. Down or goose feathers?
Down. I usually shop for bedding in a shop on Saint-Germain.
Paris Saint Germain!
Zlatan Ibrahimovic!
Babik!
-All is well, Mr. Babik? -All well.
-Erwano! -Now, I will do it big time.
The championship is beginning. Come in!
-Sorry. -No problem. You have seen a man before, right?
Do you need something else?
-Yes, snog. -Pardon?
I need a suit. Do you have something for me?
Please…
I will meet love in some pretty clothes.
I have much love to give.
Want nice clothing too.
Both of you are taller than my husband. His clothes will not fit you.
-I am flexible. I fit anywhere. -Me too. -I'll take a look at what I have.
Bye. Have a good one.
-Why are you in front of Mrs. Openarms in your undies? -Stop lecturing me, you are not my father!
Babik will not let you sleep with Mrs. Openarms. Never.
Leave me alone, go and have a snack!
Fidelia…
Stop!
Do you hear me? Stop!
Please…
Madam…
Please, Sir…
-Please, madam, for the baby! -You should be ashamed of yourself!
That thanks to the Fougeroles! We never had this before!
What are you doing here?
-How are you, Mr. Mayor? -Not so good.
I am getting compaints because of your guests.
Such gossip! There are horrible stories about Roma!
Me go air out the pig.
His excrements.
Simza good Frenchwoman.
Come, Tupuk!
Good Tupuk!
I am warning you, Fougerole, this town is not some laboratory for your ideological experiments.
Are you branding me? Are you looking for a scapegoat? I can have anyone in my house!
Precisely. And I can build the council flats here.
Right next door to your property.
Wait, we are both adults here! We can come to an agreement.
I promise that my friend will behave.
Come, Tupuku, come!
He is like your dog. He does not dirty up the environment.
-Council flats? -Right next to our house.
This must be solved. We cannot watch them 24/7.
Exactly.
Do you know that saying? 'Idle hands are devil's playthings.'
Sure.
You hit the nail on the head, we must employ them!
What would I do without you?
Darling, this is Medusa's raft with Roma aboard.
Bravo, we honour Gericault's work. I am going to create a revolutionary art.
The drowning are screaming for help. I will open people's eyes. Do you understand?
Excellent idea, Daphne. Beautiful and excellent!
Everything is fine again..
-Your green tea, Daph. -Don't you feel well?
They treat me like a dog. Especially Crouch, the mole killer.
Don't worry, Ravi, I will straighten them out.
What is this now?
What a horrible doodle!
Carefully, so you don't destroy it…
Where did you steal it?
-Did you steal, found in forest. -Don't treat me like an imbecile!
-Gift, Mr. Openarms. -No, thanks..
-Perhaps Kinder chocolate? -That is my jacket!
Babik dandy. Thanks to madam Daphne.
I gave him your old suit. You don't wear it anymore.
I wanted to donate it to Catholic Charities.
-Me great Catholic. -Me too.
You destroyed my linen trousers!
We had to make shorts out of them. You are dwarf.
I beg you, please be patient.
I called you in, because this cannot go on.
-Why did you hit him? -Sorry. He had fly on his face.
I am well aware,
that it is very hard to integrate into such racist French society.
Why do you say that? The French are very nice.
Don't interrupt me.
I am saddened by the xenophobia of our dear fellow citizens.
-And female citizens. -Shut up for a moment!
So I'll say it clearly. If you don't try and integrate, I cannot have you as guests anymore.
Stop stealing and begging!
-What are we going to do? -Work.
-And your children will go to school. -If you do, we will find you a place to live.
I have a secret plan.
You, Mr. Babik, what are you skills?
-My 'kills'? -What can you do?
Good head of family.
Good lover.
-Me too. A real Casanova. -That is not the topic!
I am interested in you work skills.
Me great locksmith.
All kinds of locks. Expert.
I can read palms.
Me gymnast. Nadia Comaneci.
-Me seamstress. -Me singer.
-Me run fast. -Like Usain Bolt.
What a conundrum!
We take any work, right, Babik?
Yes. We want to be good Frenchmen.
Isabelle, employ both. Erwano and Fernanda. You have my word.
One of the girls yes, no Erwano.
I will keep Erwano, you take Simza and Fernanda.
-Deal. -Thanks, Isabelle.
I handed almost everyone in.
-Dad, they are not a piece of furniture! -I am trying to be practical here.
Now to place Erwano, which is a tough nut, and find some school for Lulughia.
Absolutely not!
Lulughia cannot be with the boys before the wedding.
Will you deny her education because of it?
Such is custom. Roma girl must be virgin till wedding.
-Otherwise nobody will want her. -Pardon? -I can educate her privately.
-No go. -She cannot be with gadjo until wedding.
Family Openarms will have an exception. But beware, if you betray my trust,
I will knock your teeth out with a big hammer.
-How barbarian is that? -Your wife big mouth.
-We are not in the Middle Ages! -Get a grip, one cannot tolerate this!
-You went too far! -I will faint.
Don't add oil to fire. Respect their customs.
I stand behind Lionel. He is a good boy.
Great.
But if Lionel betrays my trust,
you will be responsible.
Very well.
Now just Erwano.
He is strong. He can take care of the garden.
Great idea. That will get him out of the house, bravo.
Hurry, so you don't miss anything!
Have a nice day and behave!
Piti, what is that?
-Weapon. I protect Renata from gadjos. -Don't be crazy!
You are supposed to learn in school, not hit others.
See you this evening.
-What is this? -Paper page. Paper.
-Paper? -Yeah.
-And this? -Pen.
-That is the new one? -Yeah.
His name is Crouch. He is retarded, however an expert in moles.
He caught three this morning. It is environmentally friendly and saves money.
-Fernanda is quite a gem! -Coffee, madam. -Thanks.
Simza as well. I will keep both.
Great, keep them!
Don't touch the statues' bums!
-Sure. -Go!
And this?
Feet. Or shoes.
And this?
Those are feet.
Your Roma is sexy. I thought that they are all bigger and more hairy.
They are not all the same.
He has a really good figure.
You inspired me, Erwano!
Come here!
Would you pose for me as a model?
Naked?
No.
Just half naked. I like your chest.
-Like family. -I will cut the lawn first. -Agreed.
And this?
These are breasts.
And this?
That is…
mouth.
Babik is part of the team now.
The museum is a bridge for people of different cultures.
Renata and Piti settled in the class quickly. They are motivated and they learn quickly.
Good boy!
When you extend a helping hand to Roma, integration is a success.
Bloody demagogue!
-Today we said no rows. -You make me angry! I cannot stand Fougerole!
It is an obsession! You watch every step Fougerole takes!
Is there something between the two of you?
Hello, madam. Are you fine?
Who is 'the engaged intelectual'?
He does not stand aside, he fights right in the middle of the battlefield.
Nice definition!
Roma!
-What? -More!
No way, someone had to alert them!
-Hope that they will not move in with us! -This is horrible.
Sir, please!
Draw the curtains, don't let his hopes get high!
Please…
Babik star!
Come on my bossom!
Don't make my suit dirty! And speak French in France!
-Is this how you welcome your cousin? -If you are my cousin, give me my money back.
Babik celebrity,
has success. Help us. We have nowhere to go.
This is my house. My Frenchmen, my gadjos.
Careful!
Open!
-Babik! -Get out.
-Go away! -Please, I beg you…
You great Babik, we small people.
Get out or I'll call the cops.
Police?
-We will return! -Sure.
-Are they gone? -Yes, open up.
What did they want?
I got rid of those parasites.
-Where are going to go? -Damn!
You give thumb, they eat all arm.
Babik integrating.
Perhaps a little too fast.
Let's go, Daphne?
Wait in the studio, I will be right there.
Why is he running around half naked?
He is posing for Medusa's raft.
Sure, my dear, create!
That guy is getting on my nerves.
-We are studying, Dad! -Don't apologize. It is not your fault.
That is a curse of the house of Fougerole.
Women are attracted to us.
When I was your age,
when sexual revolution came,
well, I was definitely not bored.
Very interesting, Dad, but should we not discuss it some other time?
You are right, I am like some war veteran sharing memories.
Don't forget protection. And be quiet about it!
If Babik found out, we would have problems. He is quite old-fashioned.
I will be there.
Those Fougeroles! What skirtchasers!
-Today is a quiet day? -It is Sunday, they went to Mass.
They are religious.
-My dear, let's celebrate! -Did you find some accommodation for the Roma?
Jean-Etienne's book is leading in sales! He is better than Barzach.
You are number one, Dad!
I am glad.
'The stupider, the better' worked.
Sorry, Isabelle, I will correct you, I will say it clearly:
Even if I profit from it,
I accepted those poor people gladly and sincerely.
Sure, darling.
Write another book quickly. Use your experience as an inspiration.
You might be right, but I don't want to build my career on Roma.
-I have more topics. -A lot of them!
-But this sells. -Well, yes.
Why don't we celebrate your success? Our friends will be glad to meet Babik's family.
Great idea! I will invite M.P. Lambert.
Perhaps he will even suggest a Legion of Honour for you. You deserve it after all these years.
-It is a shame that you don't have one. -I am not comfortable to them.
Those medals are useless anyway.
Let's have a party, but small and modest.
-No going overboard. -Sure.
What does that mean?
What are you doing?
I make house safe. Babik repaired, Babik make better.
We put shards on wall..
Nobody will climb it. He would get his veins cut.
Our house has the most modern alarm.
It is too late by the time the alarms rings.
Trust me.
I protect your family and our house.
'Our house'?
-We are the masters here, no! -Babik, I would not be so sure. -With what?
-Don't you trust Babik? -Yes, but…
On the other hand, they are professionals. Alarms are their specialty!
So you give up? You used to be braver.
I still am.
Have a good one, Guy.
Marie.
-Marie? -Francie needs people like you.
-You are giving out warning signals. -There are not too many of us.
-Have a good day, Marie. -Thanks.
Jean Marc.
You, at least, don't change the reality.
Compared to Fougerole and his fake Roma.
'Fake Roma'? What do you mean by that?
Hors d'oeuvres…
-Delicious! -Famous Roma goulash.
We put veal instead of hedgehog meat.
-Good, hedgehogs are not my thing. -Mine neither.
Welcome! Hello, madam. How are you?
Come in.
-He made himself at home. -He got used to it fast.
-That honours you. -Thanks.
Crouch good.
-Can I take a photo with you? -Selfie? -Yeah.
Selfie…
Erwano very much desire you.
Are you insane?
You too desire he.
I feel it.
-I have panther's smell. -Panther? Stop drinking, Erwano.
Bye for now.
Hors d'oeuvres…
-Get it? -Yeah.
Private property!
We wanted to take a few photos.
Us designers are so interested in folklore.
For the photos.
Just the photos, no touching, otherwise pay more.
-Here! -Thank you. -Thanks, Dad.
Lulughia! Come here!
Hurry!
-I turned on the vibration. -Thanks.
An applause for Babik and his family, please.
Thanks.
Roma are authentic and love freedom. We have a lot to learn from them.
They are not slaves of consumerism compared to us.
I have discovered a lot thanks to them:
their straightforwardness, joy of life, cuisine, music…
I lived in a bourgeouise stereotype, but they revived me.
Move in some Roma family, the rewards will be many.
-How true! -And finally, I have some news for Babik.
Thanks to help of Mr. Lambert, the M.P., and I thank him for that,
you are about to get a council flat. Soon.
You will have a roof over your head.
Thanks, Mr. Openarms.
Attention!
Thanks a lot and now - music !
All of you come here, this is our train!
The little chimney smokes a lot!
'All aboard' says the conductor's voice!
-Our train always leaves on time! -'Confiscation'
All of you come here, this is our train…!
I like this song, it is kind of a folksong now.
Some hag is looking for you.
Wait, you did…
I did not do anything!
Come on, Ravi!
Nothing happened. I am innocent! Some hysterical unionist came on to me…
-Go to hell! -Fine, I messed up.
But it happened only platonically. It is all your fault anyway.
-You have not slept with me for a month! -I don't believe this!
Her ass is on your mobile, Jean-Etienne!
Stop agitating, remember our youth, fidelity was overrated!
-We dreamt about free and open partnership! -You are right, it's boring without freedom!
I lost so much time with you! I had only two and half men.
-Who is the half? -You, idiot! I am done. Long live freedom!
I want to have sex!
I am going to start enjoying life!
I'll get it on with Roma!
Control yourself, my dear!
The train is coming choo choo…
The train is coming choo choo, about to take a curve …
Don't be ridiculous!
Where is he?
The train is coming choo choo, it's fun to ride with you you…
-Let's go, panther! -Finally!
-Mr. Openarms stares at us. -Let him stare!
-Please, Daph! -Sod off!
We are going on a trip…
-Do you want to fornicate in our house? -Should I go into the garden? -Don't be crazy!
-Come! -Open up!
And hop!
Much quickie. Me romance guy.
-Open up, Daphne! -Too bad, go and see your slag!
Open up!
Babik solve it, move, Mr. Openarms.
-What is that? -I'm an expert. -In what?
No more excuses! Let's do it wildly, Roma style!
What is going on, Babik?
-Steal wives is criminal! -Put that thing away! -It's a nail gun!
No! Mouton Rothschild 1982!
Bingo!
That's nothing, dear. That's his blood!
Don't touch my wife!
-You have no authority! -Get out or you are done!
-Don't joke about that! -Get out!
-You might regret this! -Get out! -As you wish…
My ear!
-Mr.Openarms bad mood? -Mr.Openarms is really really annoyed!
-Why did you hurt that poor man? -I took revenge for you, so thank me!
I did not ask you for anything! And go to hell with 'Mr. Openarms'!
-You should be ashamed! -What is going on?
-Liar! -Cheater!
So cynical of you to misuse these poor people!
-Why insult Mr. Openarms? -I don't know! Yvon…
You can forget about the Legion of Honour, you are pathetic, Fougerole.
On your knees!
-Stop it! -Apologize, Mr. Openarms. Apologize!
Apologize!
-Open your eyes! -Leave it!
He is a Member of the Parliament!
It's a misunderstanding, Yvon.
You are in deep shit.
Jean-Etienne Fougerole, leftist liar,
told all France that he he accommodated some Roma in his place.
This con is supposed to help sell his book. I have proof.
The supposed Erwano's real name is Erwan Berruto.
No Roma, he is from Marseille.
-Are you from Marseille? -Not really.
I was born in Sausset-les-Pins.
-And you? -I am real Roma.
He con. He dirty our reputation.
-How did you end up with him? -It was him who said that we should visit you.
He said: 'Let's shack up at that clown and shag his old lady.'
What a bastard! And he is not even Roma!
I don't care! When he gets better, I'll have him.
Stop thinking of revenge, Daph! I am innocent.
-Silence please! -He needs silence!
-You and Babik, get out! -I am at home here. -Out!
Hurry up! Get out of here!
Or I'll shoot!
I'll call a taxi.
You had such a brilliant idea! 'Accommodate them during the campaign'.
'You'll see the news articles, the media will love it.'
-The media really loves it! -Don't worry. Everything will be alright!
The storm will calm down, Daphne also, just hold on!
No, I am done, Barzach really got me.
Where are you going, Ravi?
I quit. I refuse to work in this zoo.
Did you at least clean up after our party?
He doesn't care!
I too will run along.
Do not talk to the media, before we make our declaration.
Could I sleep at yours today?
Today is no good, I have a date this evening.
Take care then.
Thanks, Isabelle. I will not forget this.
No problem. No trouble.
Don't make fun of me now!
Mr. Openarms fine, no? Mr. Openarms is snug like bug in lino.
Leave me alone!
Good night, Mr. Openarms.
Where is my daughter?
Didn't someone see Lulughia?
She left with gadjo's son.
-What is going on? -What is Lionel doing with Lulughia?
I don't know. Perhaps they went for a walk. They'll be back any minute, I am sure.
Mr. Openarms, you friend.
But if Lionel touch Lulughia, all bets off.
Don't you think we had enough problems?
-You...Call Lionel immediately. -Okay.
-You don't have to threaten me. -NOW! -Relax, I am looking for my phone.
See, I have it.
-Put it on speaker! -Sure!
You have reached the voicemail…
I will kill you!
Openarms!
-What are you doing here? Get back to the caravan! -Wait, Lionel disappeared Lulughia.
-Don't you know where to? -Lulughia is as free as I am!
Stop acting like a feminist!
-If I don't find them, Babik will kill me! -Even better.
Help me, he is nuts!
Quiet, my head is about to burst.
-Lionel is in danger too. -Really? -Babik is dangerous.
They went to Paris to a costume party. Lucas will tell you more.
-Make sure to sanitize the pyjamas. -Don't be crazy!
Mr. Openarms…
Where are you going?
Lulughia will be back in an hour.
-We are coming with you. -No need. -Babik say go, Babik go!
Okay, but no weapons and no scandals.
No more scandals, Babik.
-Pray that Lulughia remain virgin. -Sure.
Is this some gay party?
No, they have dressed as superheroes.
Yikes!
-Aah, beauty! -We are looking for Lulughia, not a slut!
-What is this hideousness? -Energy of the youth.
Move!
Lionel took Lulughia to a satanistic orgy?
Not at all! Maybe they are not even here.
Lulughia!
Don't make that face, Babik.
They were just having a bit of fun.
-Lulughia is dressed like whore! -Not at all. She is a Wonder Woman.
Did you have sex?
No way. Right?
Lulughia, I can read in your heart.
-Did you sleep with him? -No. -See!
-Lionel is a good boy. -Fine.
Simza will check virginity.
If broken,
Babik will get mad.
Terribly.
-Dad, stop him! -And how? He is raving, there is no talking to him!
Wake up. Get up!
I confess, we slept together!
It is my fault.
-Is it true? -Yes.
Lulughia, why did you do it?
Babik dishonoured.
Shame of all Roma.
Don't cry, Babik.
What is more beautiful than love of two young people?
-Why? -Such is life!
-But why? -That is life for you!
What is going on?
Why must you make such a racket in the morning?
Lulughia lost something.
Well, she will find it again. What did she lose?
-Hard to explain. -Lionel stole it. -What are you talking about?
Lionel had a fling with Lulughia.
Like father like son!
-What are you doing? -I will clean honour with blood.
-Choose your weapon! -This is ridiculous!
I am an intelectual, I fight with my pen!
So take pen. I take hammer.
I will pay for the damages.
How much is one dirty honour? I'll pay cash.
Pay with blood! And in a flash.
I'll give 10,000 Euro. You can buy a caravan for that…
A deluxe one.
20,000 Euros and we are done!
Wait…
-We will surely find a solution. -I know which one!
Lionel will marry Lulughia.
-No, no! -Categorically no. -He is gadjo, not Roma.
Shut up, imbecile.
If gadjo becomes Roma, he can marry Lulughia.
They are too young.
-I married at fifteen, madam. -Lulughia seventeen. Quite old already.
That is simply not possible.
Lulughio!
What are you doing?
Her feet can reach the ground. Lulughia ripe for wedding.
Roma rules.
But we have different set of rules!
I respect their rules. I like their rules, even if I don't know them.
I refuse.
-Let wife shut up! -Wife will not shut and she will call the police!
Enough!
I love Lulughia. I don't mind becoming Roma, so that I can marry her.
Babik agree.
-Now music! -No, I am calling the police!
Mum! I love Lulughia. I even love her family.
Their lifestyle of travelling, their freedom, everything!
-You can go camping during your holidays. That is enough. -Don't scream so much.
Mum, you don't understand me. I had enough of this sterile suburban lifestyle.
I want to be free. Like Roma.
We raised him so openminded, this is great!
It's my neck, so take it easy.
Don't prevent me from being happy, or we'll never see each other again.
Wedding will be in Romania.
Food and drink. Feast will be seven days.
Seven days? That's great.
But before that let's talk dowry.
You rascal you.
And now music!
Music!
What a racket!
Wait…
That hysterical student tried to seduce me. She did not suceed.
I did not cheat on you.
I don't know what to believe. I need time.
-Lionel is not even eighteen. -You were his age when you met me. -Yes.
-You know your parents refuse to invite me? -Yes.
-You know how much I suffered because of it? -Yes.
Make me happy then and come with me to Romania.
Very well.
But first I'll get rid of the man from Marseille.
-He does not fit in, he is not Roma. -Faker!
-Get out, Marseille! -Get out, con man!
I have nowhere to go.
He takes after me in dancing.
It's in our blood.
-How wonderful! -I am starving.
-There is no restaurant car. -We will be there soon.
That watch was my gift. You don't wear it much.
I was saving it for special occasions.
How he snores!
And now music!
Babik!
-Welcome to our village, Jean-Etienne. -Jean-Etienne!
Come to my bossom!
-How are you? -Will you help me? -Be careful!
-And that's it. -Thanks, Babik. -Welcome. -This is his domain!
Tupuk…
What is she doing here?
I invited her.
I have a contract with her for Babik memoirs.
Are you going to write a prequel?
'a prequel?' You mean a prologue?
Precisely.
Gladly, my dear colleague. I will prop up your sales.
-It will be a bestseller. -Bestseller.
You know what? With the money I'll buy a house in Marnes-la-Coquette.
We'll be neighbors. Always together.
Together? How fantastic!
Together. As brothers.
Till death do us part.
We still have time.
-To your health! -To our health!
It's disgusting!
I hope he never returns.
I agree with you fully, Sir.
-Are you hitting on him ? -Shut up!
Hello, my name is Erwano.
I am deaf in one ear, and I am an orphan.
And now music!
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