Stromboli

STROMBOLI|LAND OF GOD

"I am sought of them that asked not for me;|I am found of them that sought me not."|Isaiah 65.1

Spring 1948.|In one of the foreign refugee camps

Refugees have arrived in Italy|fleeing the war.

Will you give me your blue shirt?

Ever since they moved the soldiers

to the other side of the camp|they act like school children.

-Poor things.|They have been prisoners...

Now that they've returned|they have a right to enjoy themselves.

What the hell is she saying?

-She says our situation is worse because

we know nothing about our families and

we have no place to go.

They haven't come here for a good time either.

Well, my soldier is still looking|for his father and mother.

They were in Casino, but had to leave;|who knows where they are now?

The poor thing has gone many times|to Rome for news...

Poor boy! He's really so handsome and strong.

How I love the soldiers!

Karin... Don't you hear your boyfriend?

See you later.

-Good luck.|-I hope so.

-Hello.|-Good evening. What's new?

Its cold tonight.

-Cold?|-Yes. Cold.

Instead of a warm greeting|you're complaining of the cold?

-What do you want me to say?|-Anything but that.

-Move it! You can't stay here.|-Leave me alone.

-Don't you know the rules?|-Its obvious you all weren't

at the front...|OK, I'm going.

-You too, out of here.|-OK, Sergeant, I'm coming in a moment.

Come on girls, out of here.

You can't stay here.|Come on, out of here.

"Though they are the masters|in this hell...

"and they act like tyrants..."

You know how much I like you?|Make up your mind, yes or no.

I don't know.|What are you trying to say?

-Will you marry me or not?|Why do you laugh? I'm serious.

You're crazy! You don't even know me!

We talk a few times through the barbed wire...

-...and now you want to marry me?|-Sure.

-And if you're wrong?|-I like you, you drive me crazy.

And if later you discover|I'm not how you imagined me?

-Women need a strong hand,|I'll lock you up.

-What does that mean?|I know this, and this, and this...

-Its the hand that gives.|-Ah, you want to slap me around.

Damn fence.|Come on, make up your mind.

I can't go on wasting my time here.

If you want an answer,|come tomorrow night.

He is simple and loving. He lives|on a Mediterranean island.

-He says I am very pretty.|-Do you like him?

I can't even understand what he says.|He seems nice but...

...he is only a boy.

-What will you do?|- I don't know. What can I do?

He wants to marry. He's crazy.

Tomorrow we'll see.|Everything depends on the visa

to go to Argentina.|If they don't give it to me...

...I know what I am going to do.

Good day. Have this one come in.

OK, let her in.

Prepare her report: name, nationality,|age, parents' names and her profession.

We have good information about her.|She speaks Italian, was born in Lithuania.

Well then, have her come in.

What's your name?|-Karin Bjorsen.

-Born in...|- Kaunas, Lithuania.

-Birth date.|- May 8, 1920.

-Father's name.|-Karl Bjorsen.

-Mother's name.|-Maria Pasqualis.

-Profession.|-None.

The consul needs more information.|He would like to know how and why

you came to be interred here.

I lived in Czechoslovakia before the war.

I was married to an architect who died

during the German occupation.|Afterward I went to Yugoslavia.

And when it too was invaded|I escaped to Italy because...

the Gestapo were looking for me.

I entered Italy illegally|and obtained residency...

with forged documents.

After the 8th of September|I managed to escape from the German police.

But then I was sent here|by the Italian authorities.

Do you have a letter of recommendation|in order to emigrate to Argentina?

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