Amina Persa Page #3

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The sea breeze carries in

every voice and noise.

That music comes from outside.

But I don't know from where.

I don't.

You always say you love me.

Show me then.

- Would you kill yourself for me?

- No.

But I'd injure myself

badly for you.

Hi, Lucia.

Hi.

- No. Please don't...

- Let me get out.

- You look even better dressed.

- Nice of you to say that.

When a boy meets a girl

he usually wonders what

she looks like undressed.

- I have already...

- Forget it.

What's your name?

Tino Zanetti.

Lucia Pandin.

- Lived in Venice a long time?

- Since birth.

- How old are you?

- Almost 18. And you?

- Nineteen.

- Gee,you're old!

By the way,who was the man

with the beard?

- Did you see me?

- Yes,vaguely.

Not so vaguely.

You walked past me twice.

- Did you notice?

- Of course. I'm not blind.

Why didn't you say hi?

- He's jealous

- Jealous? Why?

Haven't you got it?

He was my lover.

You fool!

He's my uncle

Nice man

He looks like an artist.

He's an artist in his field.

He's a plumber.

Auntie?

Aunt Elisa?

- Isn't anyone home?

- Just you and me.

- Your uncle's out.

- Is Auntie out too?

Yes. Charity work.

She went to the hospice.

- Where?

- The hospice.

She donates money and clothes

forgetting the paupers near her.

Neglecting this poor old woman

who would love to retire.

and enjoy

a nice bottle of wine.

- Care for a cup of coffee?

- Yes.

- Annetta?

- Yes...

Can I ask you a question?

Who lives on top of my room?

What do you care?

Think of studying,eating

and being merry.

Annetta,please,

answer my question.

There's nobody.

Heavens above!

It must have been the rats.

We have plenty of those.

With all the houses in Venice,

how did you end up here?

Think of pretty girls instead.

They'll go crazy

for a handsome boy like you.

Get yourself a girlfriend.

And at night,

you'll serenade her.

Goodbye.

Wait.

Master Tino...

Promise you won't say a word.

Then I'll take you up there.

Come along.

- But you mustn't laugh.

- What?

- Speak softly.

- Where are we going?

Sooner or later,

they would have told you.

Someone lives in the room

just above yours. A sick man.

- Who?

- Mr Stolz's brother.

He's gone barmy,the poor man.

Come.

He hasn't left his room

for years.

He only sees his brother.

You'll see him through

the peep-hole. Don't be afraid.

He's a happy man

with his funny face...

One day he kept going

like this with his two fingers.

So I played "2"

on the Venice lotto.

And I won 48,000 lira.

Come.

Have a peep.

- I see nobody.

- Just wait.

We'd better go now.

Shut the peep-hole.

Doesn't he look like a snake?

When he sticks out his tongue

he's quite a sight.

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