1970s

In a modest but well-equipped house, an old woman sits at a table to write something. "I sometimes find myself thinking about my life. I remember my childhood years, my wedding and the birth of my children. And of course the war years" the old woman narrates as we watch the images of a familiar story.

Her narration continues: "After World War I, we moved to the town I used to work as a sweeper, so that my two older children would be closer to school. Since the old house was destroyed and half of our neighbors dead, not much kept us in the old village."

Next scene: A scene of a lovely black bag with lavish colorful embroidery. As the bag moves we see that it belongs to the oldest daughter. She and her brother, with his own beautifully decorated bag, are headed towards the school. Their young mother, father and youngest sister wave as they walk away. The mother sheds a tear and smiles proud.

"My husband, as an able-body man, quickly found a job. I did so as well. Although not officially trained as a seamstress, I had many clients satisfied with my work" we hear her voice accompanied by these images. The slightly older mother is taking measurements for a dress. Her youngest, now a teen is helping out eager. "Life was good in our new kingdom. Unfortunately, it didn't last as long."

Next scene: The enemy troops arrive into town to the horror of its inhabitants. As the Nazi's march, the small family is in the crowd with cold expressions, devastated on the inside.

Next scene: A row of locals is placed on a field. Among them is the father, who slouches and looks at the ground. They are made to form a line as the Nazi soldiers ready their guns. They aim and fire. All the local men fall to the ground. In the evening, the mother and her son, now a grown man, come to collect him. She taps her lying man on the shoulder and whispers: "It's us." He does not reply at first. When they turn him, the man flinches in pain. His ears and stomach are bleeding. They carry him away quickly, so that their countrymen will not see them.

"It took our entire life savings to bribe the enemy soldiers not to kill him. He did survive, however, his ears were permanently damaged because of the close shots."

We see her son staring at his gasping father. His wound is bandaged but he still holds his stomach seeming in bad shape. "I can't believe this!" he says through his teeth and bolts towards the door. His mother jumps after him. Grabbing his hand, she utters: "What are you planning to do?"

He turns letting us see his angry expression and jerks his hand free. The young man takes a shovel to dig out his father's old gun. Terrified, his mother grabs it refusing to let go. "You can't!"

"Look at what they did to him!" he screams. She shushes him. "My son, you have to be smart. Remember the plan? You need to make him better" the mother whispers still holding on to the shovel.

"How can you say that after everything! Is your heart made of stone?!"

"At least my brain works properly. What in the world possessed you to think going to the woods to fight is a good idea. You are a doctor. You are supposed to bring life to the world, not end it" she says persistent.

"Mother, I will treat dad, but after that I am going to the forest to fight Nazis and there is nothing you can do about it" he says getting extremely irritated and amazed by her strong grip. It is too dark in the yard for him to see how red her face has become. "Don't you remember what granny prophesized?" she says staring at him with wide bloodshot eyes.

"Not this again" he turns away and facepalms himself.

"She said, they will give him a gun. They will kill him. Weren't those her exact words?" she snarls pointing her finger.

"Mother, she was a senile old woman. She could have been talking about anybody. Her own son, for example. Or a relative..." the young man retorts.

"Well, I'm not taking any chances" she declares determined. "You take your father away and treat him. Do you hear me?"

He opens his mouth to say something but...

"Honestly, it's like you young men think of nothing else but fighting and dying. Find a different way to contribute to the liberation."

"Mother!"

"If you don't. I am warning you, if you do not do as I say, I will end my life" she says serious making her son flinch.

"You wouldn't" he utters scared.

She grabs the sharp shovel and places it under her neck. "I hate doing this to you but you left me no choice" she says passing her neck over it and cuts her chin.

Her son begs her to stop. "Alright, I'll do as you say."

Next scene: It's still dark. As the horse cart carries her husband and son to safety, we hear her narrate: "It was a good thing to keep close realations with granny's relatives. They accepted my boys without any problems."