Stromboli Page #2

-This is my wife.|-A pleasure, my congratulations.

-Thank you, Father.|-Welcome.

I see you two were married|just after receiving the letter

I sent, eh? That's good.

-I'm so pleased.|-And I'm pleased to be here.

I'm happy to see someone|return to the island

with a wife, to start a family.

I've seen so many people|from here leave,

and many others just waiting|to leave for Argentina, Australia...

the United States, France,|England. Wherever they have

a relative able to pay for their voyage.

Life here...|is very hard.

And the land...|is also hard.

-Yes, Father, but...|- Saint Bartholomew, our patron saint,

will protect you. He stopped|the volcano's lava

during the great eruption of '41.

And saved our homes.

I am sure you will be happy.

-This is your house now.|-Thank you, Father.

Good day.

Its a baby boy.

Why did you kiss|the priest's hand?

-It is the custom here.

This island is a desert.

-It seems deserted.|-If it were deserted

there wouldn't be any children, right?

-Aunt Rosario.|-Thanks be to God,

at last they've let you come home. How are you?

-The Virgin was good to me, Aunt Rosario.

This is Karin, my wife.|This is my aunt from America.

-Welcome.|-You were in America?

-Yes, many years ago.|Many of us here have

lived in America.|And you returned?

-This is my home...|-Is any of the family still here?

-No. They've all gone.

-Things go alright?|-We can't complain.

And Vincenzo Bernaudo?|He hasn't returned?

Yes, but then he left|straightaway for Australia.

You have no one to send you money

but he does, they paid for his voyage.

Look, even Guido's family went to the mainland

when Anzio died. In the war.

They all leave.

This is our house.

-Where are the keys?|-The door is open.

Aren't you coming?|Come on, move it.

Soon we'll have it as good as before.

-How was it?|-We have a lot of furniture.

Come here.|This is our bedroom.

Its marvelous, the sea.

Karin, come here.

-Where is my furniture?|-In my house.

Help me bring the furniture.

If you don't break anything,|I'll give you a gift.

All that is lava that the volcano spewed forth.

I see.|There's nothing else.

Naturally. Houses, fields...

The lava covered it all.|But the people of Stromboli

we're very strong, you know?

We rebuilt everything.|Even the land.. Like...

Look, this earth is new, they brought it from outside, its new.

We replanted everything.

Fields, vineyards...

Leave me alone.

What do I care about...

vineyards?|Or that your land is good?

I want to go far away|from this damned island.

Even those born here|look for somewhere else

to live.|What's gotten into you?

What's going on?

Listen, this is my home|and you are my wife,

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