Hamam: The Turkish Bath Page #5

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- To you too.

Go like the tide

to come back like the tide...

There are days, in October,

when Istanbul suddenly gets grey.

The summer vanishes all at once

and it always amazes me,

maybe because since I've come here

it's always been like a holiday.

And when autumn comes

all of a sudden, like now,

I think back to Italy,

and I get melancholic.

I wake up in the morning

and try to imagine you,

...what you do when you wake up,

what you eat for breakfast...

Maybe you wrap yourself up

because it's cold...

Maybe you think of me sometimes.

When autumn comes,

Giuliana, I feel lonely.

Then I think of little Francesco.

I'd love to know how he is,

what games he likes to play,

what he likes to eat...

what are his thoughts.

I'm sure that

he's as intelligent and private as you.

Your son, my only nephew...

Do you ever speak of me to him?

I'd like to see him

become like his father,

strong, brave and aware,

with that pure look

to recognise desires

and strong arms

to make them come true.

I hope that he grows up free,

and happy.

Because one can be

happy in this life, Giuliana.

One must.

This house smells

of old rubbish, my dear.

Its stink becomes unbearable

when I look at all these trinkets.

But I'm a hopeless masochist

and cannot let them go.

Milk and sugar?

Only milk, thank you.

"There, in ruined halls,

the lonely crane

lies in its mourning..."

Is there anything that

this old crane can do for you?

Not much, I'm afraid.

Did you come only to say good-bye?

You're right.

You don't even know me.

I don't know what I expected.

So much has happened,

and I don't know who to talk to.

To me, for example.

Marta is...

I like Marta.

And she's got nice tits.

Just a moment...

Wasn't that the bell?

- I don't know.

- Isn't you mother in?

- She went shopping.

- I'll get it.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Are you Francesco, the Italian?

- Yes.

His eyes,

his behaviour...

have changed.

It's strange. I came here

to leave him, but now...

You like him.

- Mr. Osman on the phone.

- Hello?

Good evening.

Yes, she's here.

Dear Mehmet,

yesterday we finally

got a letter from you.

I'm happy to hear

you're doing fine.

But if that's not true,

if you want to talk, I am here.

Since you left, the neighbourhood

has changed a lot.

I convinced Fusun not to get married,

to your mother's great joy.

Last week Yildiz had her baby.

They've decided

to call him Francesco.

Of course, Perran, Fusun and I

had a good cry over the news.

Almost every afternoon

I go down to the hamam.

We're done with the work now.

Sometimes at sunset I get sad,

but then the cold breeze blows,

all of a sudden,

and takes it far away.

It's a strange breeze,

like no other.

It's a light breeze,

and it loves me.

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