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See!

You look ten years younger!

Ms. Elda...

Dont worry, it's a simple reinforcement

Damn it!

How much have I degraded!

But c'mon...

When someone is desperate,

at the end of the rope...

Yes, I mean suicidal...

He has to try everything

before giving up, right?

At the end of the rope...

...imagine! If anyone had told me

two years ago that I, Basletti,

first superintendent of the Innocenti,

would find myself in such a situation...

...I mean, that I would have

ended up like this!

Well, I would have laughed!

Yes, because two years ago...

my life, the world, Vincenzina, I...

were all completely different!

Last october 19th, Giulio Basletti

and Vincenzina Rotunno

were joined in matrimony,

thus ending a beautiful

and delicate love fairy tale

that had started 16 years earlier.

A ready smile, a dynamic disposition,

Giulio Basletti doesn't show

he is 51 years old.

In 1956 his factory sent him

to Monte Cagnano

in the province of Avellino

for the installation of new facilities.

In that smiley little town, Basletti...

...Smiley!

I've never seen anyone smiling

in Monte Cagnano!

Basletti finds accomodations

with a simple and

straightforward familiy.

When their beautiful baby girl is born

they ask him to be her Godfather.

In the church of San Salvatore di Alise

he held the fragile little creature

in his arms for the first time.

Wanna bet Vincenzina is

going to pee on Giulios coat!

She peed in your coat!

A little later Giulio Basletti

would leave Monte Cagnano,

but at every baptismal anniversary

he would send the girl a postcard

from the many places around

the world his job took him

Many places around the world!

I might have sent some postcards from

Tarvisio, Ponte Tresa...

Switzerland, OK, but...

Hear this...

the factory sends Basletti

to Monte Cagnano

to review the plant damaged

by an earthquake.

It was a stupendous spring day

The swallows weaved

arabesques in the blue sky

when Giulio saw a radiant

young girl running towards him.

"Giulio!" She said breathless and happy,

"Who are you?", asked

Giulio definitely amazed,

"Your daughter Vincenzina"

she answered!

Yes!

That palpitating young girl

with natural curled hair

was the little pink wad

Giulio once held at the baptism.

Vincenzina held the hand of the man

whose memory she had always

cultivated in a love swell

and lead him to the

Immaculate's fountain...

"C'mon!"

Where the water

sprang amidst the ivy

She offered him a sip

from her hand saying:

"Giulio, as you watered me

at the baptismal sink"

Listen to what they are writing!

It didn't happen this way!

It's not true.

It's not true you have thought

about him all this years?

Yes, that's true but...

But, I didn't return to

Monte Cagnano, so...

the prairy meeting is bullshit!

It's the usual massification

of the bourgeoise press!

Yes, the events all

took place here in Milan

That night I had just finished my shift

So, I was leaving...

and who do I meet?

Vincenzina's dad and

her two brothers:

Peppino and Antonio

They had come up

north for labor

I was caught by surprise!

Who could have expected them!

Above all I didn't expect her...

Who is that?

What do you mean, who?

I'm Vincenzina!

No... you're so old!

Heard that...

I really said:

"you're so old!"

Six months later...

or exactly six months

and three days later...

we were husband and wife!

And people said to me:

"she's so young!"

Since some of my

stuff was left there

at the old Pied--terre

First thing was to fetch it.

Bice, how are you

Hey... Hi Giulio, you've arrived

Congratulations

is this the bride?

Here she is

Nice to meet you

wow, she is young

and beautiful

Hey, Basletti!

Hi guys

Hi Giulio

Hi

Hey Giulio, I haven't

rented your room

Really, why not?

Because I want to

break down the wall

to make two, and a

bath with services

I see!

Where is my stuff?

Here! In this wardrobe!

All your stuff is in it.

Nice Bici...

Excuse me

Bye

I lived here for twelve years!

A lifetime...

God knows how many

women you brought here!

Well... some

You admit it lightly...

Hey, I didn't keep the

dick in my hands, you know...

But now it's over

closed... finished...

there's no more, for anyone!

Giulio, tell me:

how many times have you made love?

Well, this little room

has seen a bit...

I am not to boast

Not only here, all your life...

Well, calculating is not

so easy, you know...

So, lets see...

say every two or three days

for 32 year... well...

it's 120 per year

Well... give or take, lets say:

And what if I had made love

Gosh! At your age?

What would you tell me?

I'd call you "exaggerated"!

Not a different word?

A word well suited for the

girls you brought here!

A word starting with B.

Hey... farmgirl! Are you

playing a jealousy melodrama?

I already told you

here I had only luxury items:

cigarette girls, clerks...

even an anesthesist!

"Gotz it"!

Pretty brunette!

I know I am

rustic and dark!

And the others?

Were all refined blondes?

- C'mon, youre being silly...

- No!

You're thinking about other women

and want to make love to me?

Youre thinking about them...

I'm not thinking at all!

C'mon... come here...

"Little cuddles"

C'mon! You made a

pervert out of me!

This bed grosses me out!

This room sucks!

What is this! An accordion?

All this buttons...

Why don't you wear

a nice zipper!

Up... hold it up...

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