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If you want, I can find you a room?

What does it matter to him?

The poor guy's worried you won't

be able to find a bed!

Yesterday I also came across

some others that hadn't booked...

And they had to leave!

Listen to me or you'll regret it!

Don't worry if you come

back late...

I was born in America!

When I was older I came back

and I married him...

It was destiny!

Are you all fishermen?

Yes, it's the only way to

make a living around here...

You're either a shepherd or a fisherman

like me. We were born on the sea.

You see the seagulls?

When someone's about to die they

always circle around the room.

They also fly around the bedroom

when a couple gets married.

How come?

- They're souls!

- Legends..

- How creepy!

- Tormented souls searching for a body!

Personally, I would like it if my soul...

...went to a seagull

instead of a hungry dog!

Sometimes you can see a dog

on the streets at night...

It takes your hand in its mouth,

and it feels smooth...

Like that of a newborn.

And it means there's a

tormented soul inside.

This village is different...

Francesco saw a ghost ship once!

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord.

Shine your perpetual light...

And let them see your holy face.

There are moray eels.

Very large moray eels!

- Eels?

- Appears so.

And when it's midday,

and the sun is beating down...

They leave the water,

to be with the snakes above the rocks...

Then they mate with them.

Strange marriage, eh?

The swim has exhausted me.

I'm going to have a nap.

Vanina felt attached to

that dingy room...

Bringing some luxuries with her,

it mader her feel...

...like she was decorating a desert.

The adventure of little Countess

Vanina begins in Santa Lucia, Siniscola...

When she enters the pine forest

behind the village for the first time.

She felt like she was entering

a world that wasn't real.

Why am I going there?

Yet nothing would be able

to make her turn back.

The village was completely deserted

in those early hours of the afternoon.

This bold green,

these colours are so violent...

I'll never get used to them.

-I hate these flies!

-I thought they'd all gone.

They came with those

little aeroplanes...

They created such a fog,

like it was raining!

And the village was as clean as glass!

Not even a fly!

But then, little by little,

they all came back.

You know, I don't like it here,

but I love Francesco.

If not,

I'd have been long gone...

to America,

where I was born.

This place is beautiful but there's

something mysterious about it...

that frightens me.

Despite the stench that was emanating from them

she felt a tenderness inside that she couldn't explain.

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