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revolution bore me...

when you bore

me Mother Spain...

a dark conspirator.

Shall we go...

The play that we are going

to perform for you tonight...

is Spyridon Peresiades'

immortal love story...

"Golfo, the Shepherdess"...

with a select company

of famous actors,

young and not so young.

Golfo's tragic love...

will touch the depths

of your heart... and all...

I'm sorry you people...

it's out of the question.

They want the auditorium for

a dance and paying big money.

I'm sorry! We've worked

together for many years, but...

what can

I do? Times are hard.

I know I'm putting

you in a tight spot...

Orestes,

take me to town.

There are others besides

this gentleman here.

I dreamt about him again

last night.

I can't any more.

Where are you going?

Up north.

Come on!

Are you hungry?

For three...

and wine, honey.

Are you going

very far north?

Why?

I've come!

Are you new?

Can't you tell?

Where are you going?

Up north.

Up north where?

I've come again.

I'm coming too.

The property's off limits,

buddy!

You don't say!

Now see here...

I'm busy now.

Take them with you.

I'm going in the back

to get a little sleep.

Come here a minute.

Come with me

I'm telling you.

Voula! Voula! Voula!

"Dear father,

How far away you are!

Alexander says that in his

dream you seemed very close...

if he stretched out his hand

he would have touched you.

We are travelling

continually.

Everything goes

by so fast...

cities... people...

but sometimes

we get so tired...

that we forget you...

and we don't even know

if we're going forward...

or back.

Then we get lost.

Alexander has

grown up a lot.

He has become

very serious.

He gets dressed

all by himself.

He says things

you wouldn't expect...

I have been very ill

the past few days.

I was burning up...

now I'm slowly

getting better.

But it's such

a long way to Germany!

Yesterday I even thought

we should give it up...

what is the use

of carrying on...

that we shall

never get there.

Then Alexander

got mad...

the way grown-ups

get mad...

and he told

me I was betraying him.

I was ashamed."

D'you miss Mummy?

"We each write

to you the same things...

and we both fall silent

before each other...

Looking at the

same world...

the light...

and the darkness...

and you."

That's it!

I know it!

We were on the train...

and the train stopped...

and the police came on...

and we ran all

the way here...

and here we found

more policemen.

You must help

us get away.

We got away!

The sea!

Didn't I say

you were funny kids?

And now hold tight.

We're taking off!

Are you scared?

No...

I don't want it ever to end.

What?

This.

If it was summer

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