The Music of Silence Page #2

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Thank them and say hello.

I'm not saying hello

because I'm not staying.

Boys, it's time for your break.

Nice to meet you, Amos.

Come here.

Amos is not like them. He can see.

Amos.

Please, Mommy, don't

leave me here alone!

- You have to go. You have to go.

- Please.

Please, please. You have to go.

Mama! Mama!

Sandro.

Delicious soup! Yummy!

It's the most disgusting

thing I have ever seen.

Signora Etmea, I don't want this soup.

I think you will eat it, and

I know you will like it.

It's a very good soup, Amos.

Amos...

Don't worry, I'll eat it.

Can you see a bit?

- Yes.

-ls she looking?

- No.

- Give me your soup.

[boy coughing]

[boy] Amos? You awake?

Yes.

Don't worry. Only another

three years to go.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Me? A singer, an opera

singer, like Franco Corelli.

- Can you sing?

- I don't know. What about you?

I'd like to be a lawyer, putting

the bad guys in prison.

Wow!

[bicycle bell]

[Giovanni] It's a letter from Amos.

How are you going to read it?

It's not written in Braille.

How is it that he goes to a

special school to learn Braille

and he doesn't know any?

It's difficult, you can't

learn it in four months.

- Somebody must have written it down for him.

- Come on, what does it say?

"Dear all, I am well and

I hope you are too.

It's really cold and I miss you.

The food is rotten here and

the beds are really hard."

- Oh, poor thing.

- Just as well, he says he's well.

Imagine if he had written, "I'm

not well," what he'd have written!

He's strong, he'll get through it.

"But sometimes we have fun."

You see? My son doesn't let

a little discomfort get to him.

There is something at the

bottom here, in Braille.

It's his name.

Let me feel it.

Strange. I feel him so close.

[children singing "Va Pensiero"]

[signora] Amos, come here a moment.

Did I do something wrong, signora?

No. No, no. You did nothing wrong.

Let me listen to your voice a moment.

Sing me the next verse by yourself.

[Amos sings "Va Pensiero"]

I don't think in my life I've

heard anything like that.

Ladies and gentlemen: Amos Bardi.

[boys yelling]

That's it. All the way across the pitch.

Shoot!

- Yeah!

-[coach] Bravissimo!

The score is still one all.

Amos Bardi stands.

Now he leaves the penalty area,

and rushes to intercept Pardini

who now heads straight

for the goal and shoots!

Oh, my God.

[indistinct chatter]

Amos?

Amos!

It's dark in here.

[boy] It's your dark glasses.

- Babbo, can I go out on Amos' horse?

- No, Babbo gave it to me.

But I would be happy if you

let your brother have a go.

- Only when I say so.

-[sighs]

Amos, the milk.

Is something wrong?

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