Red Like the Sky Page #2

- Oh, yeah.

- Oh!

- How long have you been like this?

- Since I was born.

- What are colors like?

- They're great!

What's your favorite?

Blue.

- What's it like?

- Blue is like riding a bike...

when the wind hits you in the face.

Or... like the sea.

And brown... feel this.

It's like the bark on this tree.

Feel how rough it is?

It's really rough!

- And red?

- Red...

is like fire.

Like the sky at sunset.

Listen to them! Talking about colors,

like a couple of girls!

What's pink like?

What's red like?

- Are you guys in love?

- Come down, or I'll take the ladder.

- Just ignore them!

- No, let's get down!

Move it!

Hurry up, fatso!

Stupid!

Out of the way!

- Let's make them eat a snail.

- Leave me alone!

Shut up, or I'll hit you!

I told you he'd beat you up!

Show him who's boss!

Stop that! What's going on!

Get up! Well?

- What happened?

- He started it.

- That's not true!

- Off to a good start!

You should both be ashamed!

Shake hands and make up!

I said to make up!

Don't ever let me see you

doing this again!

- I'll make you pay for this!

- F*** you!

We don't use bad words here.

I'm only going to say it once!

Now, line up!

Recreation is over!

Everybody inside! Line up!

You, too!

Balleri...

go to your room!

He realized there wasn't enough

for everyone.

He took the loaves and fishes and

looking up at heaven, blessed them.

The bread, He gave His disciples.

His disciples gave it to the crowd,

and everyone ate...

Cool!

Make sure they're all tucked in.

All right...

where did we leave off yesterday...

Deep in hell,

the devils curse,

and howl and shriek.

The damned suffer awful punishments

for the sins they have committed..."

F*** you!

- Come in!

- Good morning, everyone!

On your feet, boys!

This is Mirco Balleri.

He arrived yesterday. He's from Pisa.

He was in fourth grade there.

He missed the first few months

and he's very far behind.

The director said to put him

in the first row, and help him along.

All right.

His name's Mirco?

I'm right here.

- Sorry to interrupt.

- No problem.

Boys, make room for Mirco.

Valerio, Davide, Andrea, Eugenio.

Move back one row, one back.

One desk back.

Slowly.

Feel the chair, here.

All right... let's get back

to our lesson.

We were talking about geography.

Let's pick up where we left off.

The Earth is a sphere, suspended

in space, with a pole at each end.

It rotates around itself,

which creates day and night.

Its revolution around...

Felice, pay attention!

... creates the four seasons.

Every season lasts three months.

All right. Now, write it down.

The Earth is a sphere

suspended in space

with a pole at each end.

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