The Walls of Malapaga Page #5

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But I don't care anymore... I work.

Yes. Hard work makes you forget.

Do like the others: The harder

the life, the harder we get.

And life is specially hard today...

The place I live, it's all ruin.

- The war?

- Yes.

Some people can't do anything. Others

manage to stand up and begin again.

And life goes this

way. Little by little.

But always beginning from scratch.

It's the story of our lives.

And if by any chance you manage to

live, you're already dead, inside.

Yes... That's it.

Everybody have problems.

Remember when you saw me at the police

station? I was thinking about killing myself.

Why?

- Don't even ask.

- I don't want to know.

I assure you I don't

look beyond my nose.

- And what do you see?

- Time for eating, time for bed...

...The days go by, one after

another. My daughter is growing up.

And you wonder if you're gonna

find a good man. And you will.

There's one for each woman.

- Is your place far away?

- No, it's near by.

Did you leave a girl in France?

My daughter is not sleeping yet.

- Is that your place?

- Yes.

- Don't call her attention.

- No, not this night.

- Why, Cecchina?

- Do you know what time is it?

- Were have you been?

- I went for a walk.

- Alone?

- With some friends.

- Why did you leave the lights on?

- I was afraid.

- It's not the first time you're alone.

- It's late...

If it's late, go to bed...

What have you done

with the French man?

What?

Hmm... Everything is

alright. Now go to sleep.

He didn't even scream when

his tooth was extracted.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Get down or you'll be arrested.

C'mon! Go away.

Tell me girl, do you

know where Marta lives?

What are you doing?

Are you afraid of me?

I just want to eat.

I asked if you know

where Marta lives.

Don't you know?

And Cecchina, a girl your

size, do you know her?

Why don't you answer me?

Mother!

- What is it?

- Pardon, Madam.

Do you know where Marta lives?

And Cecchina?

- Yes, Marta, the second door to your left.

- Thanks.

- What were you doing there? Close the door.

You! You came back!

- I couldn't get to the ship.

- Why?

Well... Because I'm not

a man like the others.

They're looking for me.

- And maybe they are right.

- Tell me what you've done.

Do you really wanna know?

- I killed a woman in France.

- No...

- Yes, I killed my lover.

- Quiet.

- What is this?

- My daughter is raising a chicken.

Aren't you afraid of me?

No.

I'm not.

It's pity, them.

Poor Pierre.

Why "poor"? I killed her.

She was 22 years old. I

was really old for her.

She wanted to chance to a

younger boy and I killed her.

You're tired, You need to rest.

This night, You can sleep here.

No, I've got to go.

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