Notte di San Lorenzo, La (The Night of San Lorenzo) Page #2

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Good luck.

That's our dog.

Can you hear him? It's Wolf.

That's him! That's him!

Let's hide. Go, go, go!

It's us!

- We are coming with you.

- It's us.

We are coming with you.

- Is that you, Corrado?

- And you, Belindia?

Where are you?

When will San Martino blow up?

They said 3:
00 a.m.

Come, Cecilia...

make yourself light.

If we stay quiet...

we'll hear the bombs.

Rosanna...

do you feel

you've been through this before?

Yes.

I wish it were already 3:00 a.m.

I can't stand it.

I'm a fool.

I keep thinking...

that they'll blow up

the cockroaches in the sink.

Don't cry.

We'll start all over again.

I don't want to start over.

God, I've never asked for anything.

But at least save the mattresses.

No, God, let the houses blow up.

I've waited for an hour.

I never had so much fun.

How could I have wanted

our house to go?

With the yellow sofa...

the staircase...

the entrance.

That wasn't San Martino.

San Martino's to the right.

Seemed like it to me.

No. The explosions came

from somewhere else.

It was San Martino.

Definitely San Martino.

The wind carried the sound to the left.

Our rosy San Martino fades away.

We're going that way.

Mama, I'm so hot.

Take it off.

Hey, Corrado!

Bruno should've reached

the Americans by now.

Who's Bruno?

A man with whom you should fall in love.

Why didn't you bring him?

- Is Bruno dark?

- Bruno means "dark."

So what? I was blonde as a child.

The English!

Don't eat so much. You'll get sick.

Did you yell, "It's the English"?

The English, yes.

But it's the Americans that are coming.

No, the Sicilians.

Sicilians?

The Fifth Army has a unit

of Sicilian-Americans.

I heard that in Florence.

Sicilian. Sicilians?

Like you.

You're the only one

who hasn't thrown it away.

I won't throw it away

until my husband is back from India.

I won't.

You're such a pig.

Let's find those Americans.

What's wrong? You ate too much?

Mara, come back! Come back!

Mara, come here, Mara!

Where are you going, Mara?

To the Sicilians.

Friends!

A stone hit me.

- How'd it happen?

- Why are you here alone?

I was looking for you.

You're the Sicilians from Brooklyn?

Help me, Tuminello.

- Tuminello?

- That's him.

Your name's Tuminello?

- Mine, too. Mara Tuminello.

- From Castelbuono?

From Castelbuono.

- I'm related to Salvatore.

- And me to Assunta, Rocco's daughter.

Take me to America.

I'll take you to Brooklyn.

Where?

It's here.

So much snow...

it makes me dizzy.

It was a girl!

I saw something move.

What aim! You got her in the head.

At least she died instantly.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I've looked for blackberries,

but there aren't any left.

We found some blueberries down there.

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