Stromboli Page #3

and you are here because I am.

-That's all?|Yes.

-What will you do?|- Nothing.

I am your wife,|and this is your home, I know.

You slept very well last night.

But not me.

I am different. Very different.

I belong to another race.

This is no life for|civilized people.

Count it, count your|19,000 liras.

A woman like me needs something else.

-Relax!|What do you mean?

You call this money?|This is nothing

for a woman like me.|I am a civilized person

and I'm used to a different way of life.

What are you going to do with that money?|Everything here must change.

-Of course it will.|But when?

It has to be now. I am your wife,|this is your home.

I have to live here,|and I am no animal.

-Everything will work out, you'll see.|-Yes, I'll see..

Was it you who was crying?

What's wrong?

-Are you crying?|-No.

It's not you.

What's your name, boy?

-Say something, anything.|-No.

No, please. Speak to me.

-What are you doing here?|-Your husband sent us.

-And who are you?|-We are the Americans.

We returned from America|several months ago.

Your husband asked us|to fix up the house.

We worked a long time in New York.

My son stayed.|I was a shopkeeper

in Brooklyn and made quite a bit of money.

We even had the luxury of|going fishing

on Sundays with the car.

Imagine it, going by car

even to collect the subsidy.

In America, everyone travels by car.

Yes, but we've come back to Stromboli...

Have you seen that hole?|That volcano demands respect.

Many times it erupts|and throws out stones

with such force it destroys our poor houses,

and devours all it finds. Like in '44.

-And why did you come back?|-Because America is for

the young. I'm old now, and

-... I want to die on Stromboli.|-My friend is old,

but also half-crazy.|I don't want to die here.

I want to go back to Brooklyn,|with my son.

My son is saving up to pay for my voyage.

I will be able to return to Brooklyn|in ten years.

-How old are you now?|-Seventy-three.

Miss!

Father, here is Missus...!

-Good day, how are you?|-Good day, Father.

I was wondering how you were doing.

-You've noticed I'm always outside.

My house is full of old men|who pass the time

-... talking about America.|-Sit down.

Don't you worry, with time|and patience everything will be alright.

-Do you think so? The island and the volcano too?|-I was speaking of the house, and of you.

Perhaps I can help.|I have told your husband that

he can use the bricks from the Moletta's house.

They left the island 26 years ago.|I don't think they will return now.

Here, I'm like some kind of repository

of the goods of the families who've left.

Those bricks will have more use in your house

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