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be cowed by diffidence!

They say we'll be swamped

with Albanians next.

I shouldn't say this,

but they're scared

that someone will succeed

where they failed.

Look, the people of Chersogno!

I'm all dirty...

I'm doing the rounds

to see what people think

and if anyone's willing

to let their property.

What do you think

about these French people?

French?

It used to be people from here

moving to France!

They're a young family,

with three children.

There are plenty of empty houses,

but who'd rent one out?

Anyone who's got one

uses it in Summer.

There's our place in Borgata Martini,

but...

it's in bad shape,

even the roof needs fixing.

It wouldn't cost much.

You think everything's easy.

Then you've got to see how people

feel about a foreigner moving here.

- Delicious!

- It's very good!

- It's just made from goat's milk?

- Yes.

Between crotins frais

and little cheeses

I turn out 2,300 kilograms a year.

This is Maggiorino.

He has a house for rent.

Let's go and see it!

- But it's ancient.

- Yes, it is a bit old.

There are only two rooms.

Yes, but there's a kitchen

out by the stalls.

It's wonderful!

They kept cows and goats here.

They'd left the whole house

to the old folks home.

Damp...

It's too damp for cheese.

Could we make a ventilation hole

on the West side?

I think so.

- Oh, it's you!

- Hello, Palme.

Excuse me.

I came to take a look. With all the

terrible things you hear about...

He's from Savona. Since he retired

he's here all year long.

Excuse me.

He's pleasant, easy going.

He wants to import

some special goats from Austria.

- Says he earns 50 million a year.

- Maggiorino's very crafty.

He's getting his house

fixed up for free.

And he's earning with the rent.

I made you some soup

to take home for dinner.

MERRY CHRISTMAS CHERSOGNO

He got out a little computer,

did some sums and said:

"We'll make excellent cheese here!"

I could understand if he wanted

to set up...

a restaurant, or a camp site...

but to herd goats...

My husband wanted to rent him

the land my in-laws left us.

It's wonderful that a big family

is coming up here to live.

And they're not from the South!

I told the mayor

to give him our pastureland.

I won't charge him,

but he must keep it clean.

A thousand, ten,

twenty, thirty, forty,

forty-five.

If it's more, tell me.

You could have come in Spring,

like last year.

Tell the mayor that I don't want

any surprises on my land.

Can you give me a receipt?

- We usually send it to your house.

- No, give me something signed.

It's better that way!

Write it out properly!

There are 42 dates lined up.

It's nothing too exacting,

just a small orchestra.

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