تقدیم به «صانع ژاله» و «فرزاد کمانگر» و تقدیم به .همه زندانیان سیاسی که هنوز در زندانهای ایران دربند هستند
بر اساس زندگی شاعر و نویسنده کُرد تبار ایرانی «صادق کمانگر»، فردی که 27 سال از عمر خود را .در زندانهای جمهوری اسلامی گذراند. درحالی که به خانواده اش گفته شده بود که وی مرده است .خانواده صادق سالها بر قبری دروغین که دولت ساخته بود گریستند
پاییز 2010، ایران
تهران 1977
- Wait for me outside. - Yes ma'am.
You're late!
Here, this is for you.
Again, congratulations on your book!
Good Bye.
For my dear Shirin.
"The Rhino's Last Poem'
- Sahel, where are we going? - Be patient.
- Why are we going this way'? - I said be patient.
Slop, here!
Slop, slop.
Come with me.
Do you know why I brought you here?
No, why?
I go home this way a lot, by this tree.
- It's beautiful, isn't it? - Yes, really beautiful.
Believe it or not...
...I talk to this tree, and it talks back!
I sit beside it for hours and write.
We wrote 'The Rhino' together.
It was my inspiration. You don'! believe me?
Not really.
Come, I want to show you my secret library.
What do you want from the soil?
Haven't they set you free?
They opened the ground, and covered your signs
They have announced you dead
Whether you're dead or alive No one knows
Sew your lips
Carry the walls on your shoulders And leave
May your mother rest in peace.
When she passed away...
...your whole family left.
Your father is the only one who stayed.
Mina also left for Istanbul at the same time.
I don'! have any news of her.
We don'! know if she could go to Europe or not.
Mr. Sahel, when you arrive to Istanbul, someone will pick you up.
Dada promised to find Mina for you.
Name?
Sahel
Louder!
Sahel.
- And your fucking last name? - Falzan.
Other than these ridiculous poems, what else have you written?
زمستان 2010 استانبول
یالا، بیا تو
ساحل جان
...راستش شخص دیگه اینجا زندگی میکنه
اما هیچوقت اینجا نمیاد، نگران نباش...
.این رختخوابت تمیز و راحته
تلویزیون اونجاست، یه موبایل هم برات گرفتم
.هر چیزی احتیاج داشتی فقط بهم بگو
.دارم می بَرم ات دفتر کریم تو آکساری، اونجا «دادا» منتظر مونه
دادا تو شهر استانبول واسه خودش کَسیه
به چی فکر می کنی، داداش؟
!زیاد سرحال نیستی
خوش باش، بخند! بخند
الان توی استانبول هستی داداش
استانبول شهر خوبیه !دخترهای خوشگلی هم داره
دخترای خوشگل
اما دخترهای ایرانی خوشگل ترن
Hey, what do you think you're doing? There's a line here!
Unbelievable!
Before you arrived from Iran...
we worked on your case for over two months.
There are more than 3 million files here.
All of them have been investigated. No other organization can do what we do
...as fast as we do it.
Something important happened. Yesterday, we found your wife's address.
This is good news.
But there is a problem.
Your wife has a file here.
In theory, no Iranians should have a file here...
...unless someone is looking for them and came to us.
In this case, someone opened a file on her.
Six years ago, someone was looking for your wife.
- Who? - Akbar Rezai.
Do you know him?
No.
It doesn't matter.
You were in prison for 30 years. Maybe she got remarried.
Don'! worry.
I'm going to give you Mina's address.
In a few days, I'll get you Akbar's address too.
سفاک
سفاک!
پرونده مینا رو برام بیار
صبح بخیر، ماشین ما خراب شده
میتونی کمکمون کنی؟ جایی که میخوایم برین خیلی از اینجا دور نیست
یه قرار خیلی خیلی مهم داریم
سلام
الو؟
امراه؟
خاک تو سرت! ماشین خراب شد
کار نمیکنه! دارم می گم بهت !به من میگی داد نزن
آقا وایسا! وایسا آقا دست شما درد نکنه
پول؟ نه نه نه
خیلی ممنون از شما مرد خوب! خیلی خوب
چند بار بهت بگم؟ زیپ ژاکتت رو باز کن
بای بای آقا
Can you feel how the leeches are sucking out
the dilly blood of your 30 years in prison?
Kerim!
What?
Where are you?
I'm coming! Why are you shouting?
Do you recognize this guy'?
It's Akbar Rezai.
Take a good look.
University?
Family'? Relatives?
Maybe from work?
From prison?
I mention prison because my guys say that...
...he was in the Iranian Revolutionary Guard.
He was well-connected.
He settled here 6 years ago.
He doesn't go back to Iran any more.
My guys found out about him.
Before settling here for good...
...he used to come and go for years. He visits your wife a lot.
Your wife's children say that he's not their father.
They insist to the neighbours that their father died.
So they are yours!
Are they you!-5?
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Really sure?
The last time you saw your wife was in prison, think about it carefully.
بفرمایید تشکر
میخوای بازی کنیم؟
چی؟
Your apparition fades away
It falls on the water
You look at it
The moment halls
It also looks
A spider arrives
It mixes the moment with its sticky saliva
It weaves a web from time
You are hunted... it leaves you
A spider the size of a
Of a spider
The sky darkens, clears, darkens
The tree gasps for air to dry its sap.
Go pick up Mina. Take her to her uncle's house.
When she is done bring her back home.
Got it?
Go!
"The Rhino's Last Poem'
'By Sahel Farzan"
Go.
What are you doing?
Slop!
I said slop!
Slop!
I am in love with you.
You scum!
You dilly little son of a bitch!
Take care of this trash.
Down with the Shah!
ایران انقلاب 1357
Down with the Shah Down with the Shah
Oh prophet, the light of the people, Oh Khomeini, the light of the nation
Come on, move it.
Get rid of that garbage!
Put them in the vehicle!
- Sir, what do you want us to do? - Confiscate everything they have
Come on, hurry UP!
Go!
Sahel Farzan, Son of Ghasem.
Of the Sunni faith, Born in Baneh, Iranian Kurdistan.
You are accused of having written political poems...
...against the holy regime of the Islamic Republic of Iran.
You have also collaborated with hostile groups...
...whose aim is to overthrow the holy Islamic Republic.
You are sentenced to a term of 30 years in prison
Mina Darakhshani, daughter of Rahim.
Of the Shiite faith, born in Tehran.
You are accused of having collaborated with your husband Sahel Farzan...
...who wrote political poems against the holy Islamic Republic.
You are hereby sentenced to 10 years in prison.
Where did you meet each other, motherfucker?
Al the university.
How much do you love your wife?
Answer! How much do you love her?
Did you fuck her every day?
How many limes did you fuck her underwater, you bastard?
How did you fuck her son of a bitch, huh?
Say something!
Name?
Mina.
Your father was a royalist?
No, just a colonel.
Do you know Sahel?
I'm talking to you! Do you know him?
Yes.
He's my husband.
How long have you been married?
Two years.
Have you had relations with other men?
No, never!
Tell the truth!
That is the truth.
Your signature on the divorce papers.
I won'! sign this.
Sign it, I said!
I'm not going lo. Why should I have to divorce him?
He never wrote political poems.
Come on, gel up. This is useless.
We should send them, her and her bastard husband...
...off to the same fate as her traitorous father
Let's go, Haji
Whose blade tumbles on her body?
An absolute white fills your eyes
why'?
Your closed fist presses inside
It lights a match under the water
A thorn is stuck in your throat
It keeps you there
No closer, no further
You will wail
In the purgatory of a thorn You will float
And no one will notice
When a poem dies in you Its corpse will stall lo smell
The corpse that they have left of you falling
eyelid of a horse, half-asleep, half-awake...
Look through the eyelid of that horse
A salt-field vanishes in the wind
بیا، بیا به این آقا کمک کنیم
همه باهم
یک، دو، سه
چه مرگت شده؟ مستی یا چیز دیگه؟
هی! این آقا اهل اینجا نیست باید بهش کمک کنیم بیاد بیرون
یک، دو، سه
خیلی خب! ممنون از همه
خیلی ممنون
دیگه چی میخوای! آقا
آقا، بالاتر، بالاتر، سی دی ممنون
!آقا شما مرد خوبی هستین، ها مرد خیلی خوب
آقا سمت راست
آقا، اسم من ادرو تلفن ادرو، فهمیدی؟
زنگ میزنم بیا
تلفن ات باید خاموش باشه
الو
نه اشتباه گرفتی
گفتم اشتباه گرفتی دوباره زنگ نزن
!تلفن ات رو خاموش کن فهمیدی؟
خیلی ها هستن میخوان واسه من کار کنن
بپیچ به چپ
آقا تلفن ادرو باشه؟ یادت نره
خُب وایسا، همینجا وایسا
تو ماشین منتظر باش
آقا من برمی گردم
کیف ات یادت نره
بیا دختر جون
!یاد باشه بهت پول میدن تا خوشحال شون کنی
I've been looking for you for five years.
If you want...
...I can get you out of here.
What about my husband?
I want to see him.
Your husband's release isn't up to me.
It's very difficult.
Mina.
I can set you free! Mina!
Don'! go! We can live together!
Mina!
Hey. gel up, gel up, move it!
Your request has been granted.
You can see your bastard husband one last time.
Let's go, you whore!
Raise your arms, please.
Come.
Nola single word!
And don't take this off your head
Go.
- Mina! - Sahel!
My love.
Sahel.
Mina Derakhshani.
You're hereby released. Sign this paper.
Take your children from the nursery.
- What about my husband? - We have no news about your husband.
- I want to see him! - Please go now!
What is happening in your inverted shell?
What roof is it that you call home?
Two turtles have fallen on their back
They scratch their shells against this cold ground
Astray and forlorn
They have announced you dead
You hold your breath under the water
A vulture wanders in the air
Mehdi Khosravi?
Keep to the side, don't crowd.
Maryam Esmaili?
- Sahel Farzan? - Yes.
Reza Shafiyi?
Excuse me.
- Nasrin Hamzeh? - Yes.
Where is the body?
Excuse me, I want to see the body.
Buried in heathens' cemetery. Don'! stand there, move along.
- Fereshteh Khosravi? - Yes.
Your tomb is shown
The chariot of prayers spins around...
...sprinkling curses.
In the Curse Land, there are supposed to be dead-bodies...
with living disappeared corpses
A hand blesses
It covers
From the seeds of blasphemy some plants have grown:
The plants have witnessed the astray empty tombs,
Whose curse is it upon this land?
Oh causeless land
Oh ailing ill land
Whose hills wail with clear cold howls
My condolences.
My door is always open to you.
My house is yours.
Help me, for the love of God.
I'm still in love with you.
Help me, I beg you.
Mina!
You still want to run away from here?
I'm tired of being in this prison.
Give me our passports, I just want to go.
I know you hale me.
No, I don't hate you.
Let me take the kids with me.
They are my children too.
It they knew that I am their father, maybe they won't leave.
I've told you a thousand times. If you want to go, go alone.
I won'! go without them.
وای! خونه آقا رو ببین آقا حالت خوبه؟
کمک میخوای؟
!من فاحشه نیستم
...امروز چهاردهمین مردی بود که
که اینجوری شد...
آخه به پول نیاز داریم
من و مادرم میخوایم بریم اروپا !فقط به 3000 یورو احتیاج داریم
'If the other makes my blood tainted
My hand will not let go of my vein'
صبح بخیر آقا
!این اشعار تنها چیزیه که از پدرم به جا مونده
خوشت میاد ازشون تاتوها رو میگم، تاتو
!تاتوی خوبیه، ها خوشت میاد
پدرش یه شاعر ایرانی بوده سالها پیش مُرده
میدونی! مادرش تاتو میکنه همه رو تاتو میکنه مرد، زن
خوشت میاد؟ تو هم میخوای تاتو کنی
مامان
Breath crystals in the frost of camphor
Between two pulses, stone sparks on stone
Air is a dagger
Water is a dagger
Only the one living on the border Will create a land
'Only the one living on the border Will create a land"
اکبر آقا! یکی اینجاست کار ات داره
The earth is a solid salt plate
A rhino drops its head, and licks
With an empty mouth, it chews...
...and chews...
Then it spits out the dregs of the season
Over there, a bit further
Your skin cloths in rhino season
مامان
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