A Difficult Life Page #3

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Let's go there, we'll eat, sleep for free

and pass a beautiful evening.

I cannot go to her.

I promised to marry her,

take her to Rome.

Instead one night I ran away

while she was sleeping.

I have never sent her

a single postcard.

Hello? Hotel Leon d' Oro?

Miss Elena?

- You're not her? - You're her mother?

- Her sister. - Give it to me.

Hello, Iris? This is Silvio.

Yes, I'm alive.

- Don't get your mother, get Elena.

- How many years is she?

- She was 13 years. - So now she's

about 15. Let's go there. - No! Shut up!

Hello, Elena?

My love! No, I'm not dead.

I'm a few kilometres from you.

What are you doing, love, are you crying?

It's too emotional for her, she cannot speak.

- How I like that! - If her sister is

too young, she can bring a friend.

Hello, Elena?

Speak, tell me something!

Two cases of beer? What are you saying?

Her mother is there, she doesn't want her to

understand she is talking to me.

- Why I haven't written? Well

- I will explain it all to you later.

- I will explain everything. - We'll be

out late". -Leave me alone!

I wasn't talking to you. I'm not alone here.

Let me speak!

You have no idea what has happened!

I will tell you all about it when we meet.

- We'll be until late.

- Yes!

I never graduated,

I started as a journalist.

I've come from Rome with the purpose of seeing you.

I so much want to see you again, my love.

No, we came by car.

She asks what kind of car.

You will see it afterwards.

I'm coming at once. I'm taking the ferry,

we'll meet at the landing.

- Tell her to bring a friend.

- Ok, I'll tell her!

Elena, do you have a friend?

Bring a friend. I'm here

with a journalist, a colleague.

A very likeable one.

Listen to what I'm saying.

If you don't mind we'll go out with him.

We'll go dancing, have a good time.

- And be out until late.

- Be quiet!

Elena, we'll see each other in a short while.

At the landing.

She said she had married.

She thought I was dead.

- So they're not coming?

- Yes, she's coming.

- Silvio, look at that mountain dweller.

- It's her!

- And the other one?

- Elena!

- The friend.

- I don't know.

Elena!

- You have cut your beard?

- Yes, don't you like it?

It was the only beautiful thing you had.

Now you seem a different person.

Good evening, I'm Simonini, a colleague.

Why are you coming alone?

- Why, with whom should I have come?

- I didn't want him to be single tonight.

- I wanted us to pass this beautiful evening.

- Together.

- I have come only to bring you your stuff. - Well.

- The typewriter,

the washed linen. - She has washed it.

You left it all the flour mill

when you fled.

- I left to do what I had to do.

- Good luck on your career.

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