Mikra Anglia

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LITTLE ENGLAND:

Let a love...

...that does not save...

...find me alone...

One night, one dawn...

One night, one dawn.

Our love...

...a sea...

...a tempest in the soul...

Love...

...a myriad waves...

...and it all begins again...

BASED ON THE NOVEL

BY IOANNA KARYSTIANI

A FILM BY:

PANTELIS VOULGARIS

There they are! They're here!

You can see them!

ANDROS 1930

Where's Maritsa?

Didn't she hear the siren?

You can see it!

They're probably looking at us

too, through their binoculars.

Till we meet again, Yannis!

It's the OSTRIA

on its way to Piraeus.

Odessa, 2nd May 1930.

My beloved Orsa...

My uncle Emilios tells no one

that he gives you my letters.

I've taught him well.

So, don't be afraid.

We'll be in Piraeus in mid-May.

We unload and 3-4 days later

we head for Andros. I can't wait.

I hope you feel the same way

about seeing me.

When I left, you were 17

and now you're 20.

Spyros Maltabes.

For you.

Orsa, the Ostria we'll be sailing off

again in two months.

Spyros, will we be able to see

each other many more times?

As you long as you keep finding

good excuses!

I'll tell them I'm going

to Grandma Orsa.

I'll sit with her

for fifteen minutes or so...

...and after that...

Las senales del alma...

You could even catch

the radio signals of the souls...

Now who will I tell about the

heartache that is gnawing at me?

Same yearning...

You in Chile, me in Buenos Aires.

Savvas, you may be rotting

in the Atlantic...

...but I'm not wasting

my time either.

The two-story house is

finished. Their dowry.

It's time I married them off.

Dry land, Nikiforos...

Foreign soil...

...but still soil...

Moscha!

Moscha!

Write up the receipts,

all the expenses...

...and send them to your father.

Tomorrow at the latest.

Dad will be so worried...

...how much you paid

for the teacups...

...how much for the colanders,

the soaps...

Use the thinnest paper. We don't

want to pay a fortune in stamps.

Or worry about the weight

of feeling either...

Karaoulanis...

Sofas for upstairs and

sofas for downstairs.

Two silver tureens...

Lace curtains for upstairs and

lace curtains for downstairs.

I'll be equally fair to both of you,

both of you.

Karaoulanis...

One for the upstairs house,

one for the downstairs house.

Don't forget two pairs

of binoculars as well...

For us to look through them...

...as we grow old and rusty...

...like the railings of the balcony.

Recipient:
Savvas Saltaferos,

Captain.

Ship:
SS PENELOPE, Argentina.

Ready...

Yesterday we had the memorial

service for the radio operator...

...who worked with my father.

- I was there.

But we shouldn't be talking

about such things now.

I can't bear the thought

that men are lost at sea...

...far away...

...and their remains

never return to Andros.

His grave here is empty.

Did they bury him in Argentina?

In Uruguay?

He was lucky to die near land.

The Maltabes men, grandfather,

father, uncles...

...we drown in the middle

of the ocean.

We like it there.

Don't you talk that way...

Don't you talk that way...

What with the shipwrecks...

...what with the diseases that

suddenly break out at sea.

I drive a hard bargain

with the Grim Reaper.

- I'm not afraid.

- But I am.

Anyone who drowned...

...repented...

I fell in love at 12,

got engaged at 13...

...got married at 14,

was widowed at 15.

The SS MAROUSIO sank

with all hands on board.

That's why I can

no longer look at the sea.

That's why I never eat fish.

I can't get it out of my head that

they may have devoured Vangelis.

It's not the only one.

I embroider

all the island's shipwrecks.

How can you bear it?

You shouldn't do it any more.

I can't.

I don't want to...

...abandon plaintive souls?

- Well, I do!

I want everything I can't have...

Everything they won't let me have.

Katerina...

- I want his initials, you know whose.

- Moscha!

I want you to embroider them

for me on a handkerchief.

- I can't do that.

- You'll get half a little sovereign.

No.

He's a foreigner, Moscha...

And he's not a seaman...

That's why I've set my sights

on him.

Spyros...

We're having a soiree

at the lighthouse keeper's...

And you took the rum too...

Cuban.

It's the best way to get drunk...

I know... I know...

After the third glass I'll be...

...in Vera Cruz!

After the fifth?

Vera Cruz is just fine, boy...

Uncle Emilios, why don't you come

with us on one last journey...

...for old times sake...

The sea rejected me.

Willy-nilly...

- It threw me up.

- Yes... the Bay of Biscay.

We won't be crossing

the Bay of Biscay.

I cross the Bay of Biscay

every night...

...in my sleep...

...tied with ropes...

...all of us tied...

...and the waves untie them and

sweep the 16-year old kid away.

Did you go... to the five?

Every afternoon... late.

I tell them...

...good evening.

Let a love that does not save...

...finds me alone.

One night, one dawn...

Shoulder to waist 48.

One night, one dawn.

Our love a sea...

I'll have it ready for you

next Saturday.

...a tempest in the soul...

Love a myriad waves...

...and it all begins again.

Vivika!

Run along and water the dahlias,

my child.

So, what were we saying, Mouraina?

Ah, yes... the man's cock

was like a mainmast...

...before he left.

If he's horny now, it's other women's

panties he'll be dirtying.

Just like Nikiforos,

God rest his soul. A bigamist.

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