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He hid his hands

in a miserable way

because of the disgust

for what he had been forced to do.

He stayed in hiding for three days.

On the fourth day, he went out.

We were poor,

and we needed to work.

He went to work.

He didn't come back.

After three days,

I went to look for him.

Close the door!

Lock yourselves in!

Keep the score.

Shut up! Shut up!

Stop it! Stop it!

Go! Go!

Rocco Trupia dragged me along

with him to the mountain.

For three months, he kept me gagged

and tied because I was screaming.

And as soon as he came close to me,

I would bite.

Then, I was set free.

And after nine months,

a son was born.

But him, your son, what's his fault?

None.

But he looks just like his father.

What can I do if I start trembling

whenever I see him?

They left without my letter!

In a week, another group will leave.

We'll give it to them.

Are you sure you still want

to write that letter?

"My dear sons.

It's your mother,

that from this weeping country,

is writing to you ,

in your fair golden country.

Today, it's been 14 years

since you left,

and for 14 years your mother

has been alone waiting for you.

In a week, another group of wretched

peopIe will leave for the Americas.

And to one of them, the quickest,

the most Christian,

I will entrust this letter, my sons,

so that he can carry it

to your hands.

Second tale

MOONSICKNESS:

Bata and Sidora have been married

for just 20 days.

Bata has brought his bride

to his property,

a house with a pigsty,

isolated,

a one hour's walk from the town.

The 20th day

is now coming to an end

but Bata, tonight,

is delaying walking back home.

Bata, did you hear that?

Bata, did you hear that now?

Bata, what's the matter?

Don't get closer.

Don't be scared.

Don't get closer.

Bata, what's wrong with you?

Go home.

Lock the doors.

Close the windows.

Go home.

Don't be scared

if I pound against the door.

If I scratch it.

If I scream.

Do not open.

Do not open.

Do not open the door.

What's the matter?

I am sick.

I am very sick.

Now you tell me.

Now you tell me.

Don't do that.

I'm scared, too, you know?

Help.

Help.

What sickness?

What sickness?

The moon!

Be good.

Be good.

You had me marry him!

You had me marry him!

Everybody knows about it now, Tita.

Ours is the blame.

Ours be the punishment.

I...

I am to blame.

Because I hid my sickness.

I hid it because nobody

would have wanted me

had I confessed it

before getting married.

Now I am here before all of you,

and I will tell you

how my misfortune was born.

My mother, when I was young,

used to go harvesting.

That one time, the day wasn't enough,

and she kept working all night long.

Me...

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