Bread, Love and Dreams Page #4

otherwise I walk.

- A beautiful lady like you!

- That's how it goes.

- May I?

- With pleasure.

- Have you been here a long time?

- Seven years, since graduation.

- My God, and how did you survive?

- It's like that.

I feel so lonely and lost.

It's always like that, in the beginning.

But you'll get used to it. People are friendly.

I am a social man, no family though,

I was made for family.

- Is it your fault?

- Apparently, Donna Annarella.

You don't know our life...

Until being promoted, a carabiniere

cannot be married. It's hard.

If I tell you about my life,

you won't believe me.

I had other aspirations.

I feel being an artist.

I would love to study music,

the mandolin.

I play guitar a little.

Or I'd like to have a perfumery.

Noble and gentle wares.

And here I am instead, a carabiniere.

Madonna knows how much I suffer

in becoming a marshal:

Service, discipline, heat, cold,

rain, whole nights, gunshots.

My poor feet made many miles.

My shoulders are hardened

by the strap of the rifle.

I've been so much in service that

all together it adds up to over four years.

Four years of my life with the rifle

on the shoulder. Anyway...

Marshal, we're almost there.

- You're right. Too bad.

- It's better if we separate.

- Gossip will travel quick.

- You are right.

Thanks for your good company.

It's me who should say thanks.

See you soon, I hope.

Sure.

- We are the only strangers.

- Oh, yes.

I already feel close with you.

- It makes me like.

- Really?

When you can cheer up someone,

it's always a delight.

And I feel so much relieved.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The sergeant declared his

love to her. Now he goes away.

- And Annarella?

- She sighs.

You made me call,

Don Emidio?

Yes, you! Come over here.

Close the door.

What have you done this time?

We are already in countless troubles.

I know,

but the plums of Concezio...

Answer.

He has come complaining to me.

- It's him who steals many!

- Quiet.

He steals many.

He steals from the municipality, the poor

people, from everyone. You know that.

He will end up in hell.

Don Emilio, you know, Concezio is cunning.

On his deathbed, he will have you up

if he confesses and repents, he will

get absolution and go to paradise.

I will send him, but God judges.

But the poor folks, Don Emilio,

already live in a hell.

And they stay in hell because

they curse, steal and despair

Come to church.

Always the same story.

Here, people are wasting

themselves only in prayers.

If you want fruit you can

take them from my orchard.

I will obey, but ask

the saints some grace for me.

I pray for you every day.

You know that I mind my own business.

But I have a bad reputation.

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