:10:07
Rifat. What are you doing?
:10:09
Shhh.
:10:12
Mother's photo!
:10:16
Go! Quick!
:10:18
l'm going away.
:10:28
l'm going away.
:10:31
l know.
:10:34
You'll wait for me, won't you?
:10:38
l'll wait.
:10:41
What should l get you from Ankara?
:10:44
What do you know about gifts?
Some men even write poetry.
:10:48
All you do is chase after a ball.
:10:49
l don't chase after a ball. l'll be
a football player one day. God willing.
:10:52
Don't start that again.
:11:06
What's that?
:11:08
My scab's inside it.
:11:10
Scab?
:11:12
Remember how l fell and skinned
my knee when we first met?
:11:16
l saved the scab
because it was our wound.
:11:26
l know it's silly, but...
:11:28
l thought it'd be better than
giving you a picture.
:11:31
You might get bored of it.
:11:33
But a scab
is like a piece of my flesh.
:11:37
lt'll give you a pang
every time you look at it.
:11:40
ls heart-of-stone Asiye crying?
:11:43
Why would l cry?
:11:45
l thing a scab's a silly gift
for a girlfriend, too.
:11:51
Mom's probably looking for me.
:11:52
-l'll write the minute l get there.
-Fine.
:11:54
-What do you mean, fine?
-You know. Fine.
:11:59
Give me a kiss.