Room in Rome Page #2

to the worst time of my life,

when my Alba died inside of me.

My mother took me to Marbella one summer when I was 16.

She was almost broke

and what little money she had left

she spent on fortune-hunting,

and she was lucky.

An Arab sheik, Hamir Osemin,

he...he bumped into us one day

when we were shopping

and we spent the rest

of the summer in his yacht.

That winter he invited us

to Saudi Arabia.

He has a palace.

Even if I describe it to you,

you could never imagine the luxury.

He bought my mother everything.

So she left there

with bracelets, necklaces and rings

worth a small fortune.

She left?

- What about you?

- I stayed.

Hamir persuaded my mother

to leave me there

in exchange for a monthly allowance

for four years.

That was the deal.

I was all he was interested in.

So you accepted?

You can't imagine

how easy it was for ma,

falling into that type of lifestyle.

I had everything I wanted!

Hamir bought me a purebred horse

that only I was allowed to ride.

I began to love him like a child.

Everyone around me was very nice.

Also, Hamir's other wives

treated me like a real princess.

And he got you pregnant?

That was at the and.

Hamir started to get annoyed with me

because I didn't get pregnant.

That was when I wanted to leave.

But I couldn't.

I'd married him so I was

his property, like my horse.

He sold him to punish me.

Hamir got his way, because shortly

afterwards he got me pregnant.

He was over the moon.

He began treating me royally again,

this time like a queen.

Then I realised that

as soon as my child was born...

Well, I'd be shut up

with the rest of his harem.

The day the doctor told me

I was expecting a girl,

an Egyptian nurse

who I'd told the story to

helped me escape in a Greek ship.

I arrived in Athens at dawn

so I decided to call her Alba.

How did you lose her?

I'd found out that Hamir

had gone to the authorities.

There was a warrant out for my arrest

in Saudi Arabia.

I knew that if I'd had Alba, ha...

He couldn't have rested

until I was caught.

I was only 18 so I got an abortion.

I sold my necklace and managed

to start a new life in Spain.

What about your mother?

I've never seen her again.

And is that how you became a lesbian?

This is how I became a woman.

What about you?

How did you become a woman?

I don't feel

like talking about my life.

You owe me.

What do I owe to you?

The truth or a lie?

Whatever you prefer.

Why? Do you think I lied to you?

It's the Agora in Athens.

Did you know that?

Which came first, the picture

or your story? Who inspired who?

Hm, good question.

This picture has been hanging here

since before you were born.

Long before, and it's been

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