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STROMBOLI|LAND OF GOD
Refugees have arrived in Italy|fleeing the war.
Will you give me your blue shirt?
-Poor things.|They have been prisoners...
What the hell is she saying?
we have no place to go.
They haven't come here for a good time either.
The poor thing has gone many times|to Rome for news...
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.
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!
-...and now you want to marry me?|-Sure.
-And if you're wrong?|-I like you, you drive me crazy.
-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 says I am very pretty.|-Do you like him?
...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.
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.
you came to be interred here.
during the German occupation.|Afterward I went to Yugoslavia.
with forged documents.
But then I was sent here|by the Italian authorities.
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