Man says: "Then he would remind us that there was a brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that not even time could break. Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.Mine was Baba.
His was Amir. My name.
Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 and all that followed was already laid in those first words."
[Looses the string as if kite is going high. In background screen We can see fighter planes flying behind the kite and a lot of smog around it]
Man says: "I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years."
[Tighten the string as if he finds another kite following it. And in background screen we can see another kite following it.]
Man says: "You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is. God help him."
[Pulling the string to another side as if to move away from the one following]
Man says: "War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace."
[Tighten the string again as if kite again following it. And in background screen we can see that kite still following it intending to cut the string of first one.]
Man says: "But coming close wasn't the same as winning, was it? ... He had won because winners won and everyone else just went home."
[Looses the string to send his kite high and pulls it in the opposite direction to chase the following one. We can see it in the background screen]
Man says: "For you, a thousand times over"
[Suddenly pulls back so that his kite could fall over the other one and cut its string. We can see the other kite loosing its control and falling down through the wind.]
Man says: "I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But I didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the valley of Panjsher on my lips. I ran."
