Xenia

Dido, you should stay in the bag.

Bad boy.

- Who? Dido?

- Yes.

Oh, Dany.

Dido, you stay here, okay?

Today isn't his best day.

Would you do something else?

No, another time.

The day after tomorrow again?

- I can't. I'm leaving today.

- Where to?

- Athens.

- Why?

- Must do something.

- What you need to do in Athens?

I'll tell you when I'm back.

Will you give me a bit more today?

We clarify that, I promise.

- For the journey?

- Yes.

- When are you back?

- If I've done everything.

Of course. Is it enough?

Cool, thanks.

- Say, this obsessions ...

- Which?

Do you still see weird things?

No, I feel great.

- Are you sure?

- Yes. I have to go now.

Come on.

- Take care.

- All right.

And call.

Will you buy me a little credit

to call?

- Okay. Who is this?

- She? That's Patty Pravo.

- How do you know it?

- She is my goddess!

- Indeed?

- Yes.

So, bye.

Behind the Stars

Who knows what is there

Maybe another world for who

never had anything

In our world,

There behind the stars

Is he going to have it

Behind your eyes

Does anyone know what there is

Maybe you got feelings for me

Never before someone has

regarded me like you

No one else will ever

watch me like you

A feeling that does not die

Because it's all I have left

Thinks another of you

Is the sun bigger

And warms you more

And it beats, it beats hard

The heart

And maybe it begins like this

Like a sunny day

which tells December

The summer is already here

- The Gay there greets us.

- Yes.

Take on your jacket. It's cold.

Never before has me someone

regarded like you

No one else will ever me

watch like you

A feeling that does not die

Because it's all I've left

Thinks another of you

Is the sun bigger

And warms you more

And it beats, it beats hard,

The heart

And maybe it begins like this

As a sunny day

tells December,

the summer is already here

Dido, this is Athens.

Actually Piraeus.

Smile!

A sandwich with ham, cheese,

bacon, mustard and omelette.

- Dany?

- Hello, Ody.

- Don't call me Ody. What do you want?

- I want a sandwich...

- Just arrived?

- An hour ago.

With mustard.

Dimitra.

- You take over?

- Is good.

- With mustard, Dimitra.

- Okay.

- Sweet.

- You should not come to Athens.

But now I'm here.

If you want to make trouble, leave!

Do you listen me?

Go back to your mother.

- I can not.

- Why not?

- Jenny does not exist anymore.

- What do you mean?

She's dead.

Odysseas, the sandwich is ready.

Thank You.

- Ten days ago.

- You kidding me?

I called you several times,

without success.

Should I send you a text message?

Your birthday is coming up,

I would rather tell it personally.

- But I have spoken to her.

- I know.

Two days later,

I found her on the couch.

Pulmonary oedema, the doctor said.

She had too much to drink.

And their tablets.

Maybe a few too many.

How do you imagine that?

Your job is the bar,

not chatting with friends.

There are enough candidates,

wanting your job.

Wait here.

What about the money for the funeral?

Jenny had 2 000 euros at the bank.

- A fortune.

- Mom could have had millions.

Yes, if she hadn't

everything squandered.

It was not her fault.

She always worked hard.

Stop it!

A pack as always, please.

That too.

Thank You.

Let's go.

This is not Bollywood!

- Do not look.

- Why?

You are in Greece

and can not speak Greek?

- A**holes.

- Be quiet.

F*** off these fascists.

If there are multiple, be quite.

- This is Athens.

- In Crete, it is not different.

We do not look like Albanians.

But you like a fag.

That is worse.

- We are Albanians.

- Only half.

You are Albanians. And a fag.

Both fish and meat.

Watch out now. Don't embarrass me

before my roommate.

- Do you hear? Look at me.

- Yes, Papa.

Ody, the food is ready!

SUGAR:

Dinner!

Ody, we eat!

- After Athens and Patras ...

- Leave it on.

... is "Greek Star"

now held in Thessaloniki.

Register online at ...

And do not call me Ody!

And your dreams will come true.

- Who will be the new star?

- My brother, you a**holes!

- Who?

- Ody. He can win.

- It is not "Albanian Star".

- The nationality doesn't matter.

Do you have hidden talents? Great.

As a "Greek Star"

you get your Greek colleague.

- Tell him, Ody.

- Shut up, you idiot!

Not everything is fun.

Your mother has died.

F*** you!

That was Mom's dream,

that you're going to a talent show!

F*** yourself!

That will do you good.

Eat it, otherwise it will be cold.

Our mother was a singer.

Great voice.

She sang in Italian, Greek ...

Ody has the talent from her.

- Those are sweet.

- Good, isn't it?

- Come along.

- Where to?

- Come over.

- Where to?

Hurry up!

- Wait.

- Come over!

My bag!

Come on.

Bye Bye.

This way.

It's great here.

If you stay here,

you need to cool down.

What have I done?

Your mother is dead.

How heartless are you?

I'm supposed to be heartless? And you?

You left her.

She has sent me to

her uncle when I was 14,

But only for the summer.

You're never come back.

Why should I? To get her every

night drunk into the bed?

- To bear her stupid f***ers?

- In order not to leave me alone!

I was the one

who was with her, Odysseas!

So shut up. F*** you!

- Here.

- No thanks.

Come on, Dido.

- Is that the Acropolis?

- Yes.

- Do you still have this rabbit?

- Yes why?

- You're 16, dammit!

- In two months. And you almost 18.

- Unfortunately.

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