In the White City Page #2

- Fine.

Come.

No.

Why?

- I don't sleep with strangers.

- What?

Are you crazy?

I'm not, you are.

What are you doing here, who are you?

My skipper said I'm an axolotl.

A what?

An axolotl.

What is that?

I don't know.

It might be an animal...

or a tree.

A tree, rather.

A mistery.

"Dear Paul:

You asked me once why your skipper called you...

an axolotl, and what was it.

It's not a tree,

but a salamander's larva...

that lives in some lakes in Mexico.

There's a quote of Julio Cortzar

in the dictionary

"What fascinated me was their stillness...

the first time I saw the axolotl,

and I soon thought I understood

their secret will:

To abolish space and time

with an indifferent quietness.

They seemed to be spying on something,

some remote extinguished realm,

a time of an aloof and absolute freedom...

when the world belonged to the axolotl."

Mr Jose.

I haven't seen Rosa in two days.

She comes one day and the next day

she doesn't show up.

That's the way people are.

I don't know anything.

- She doesn't like working here any more.

- Not any more.

Will you buy me something?

- What?

- Beer.

- Where are you from?

- Cascais, Nuevo Mexico.

- Cascais.

- Nuevo Mexico.

- aca, aca.

- aca, aca?

You understand me?

Time has decomposed.

I drink in the mornings,

but there's no longer mornings

afternoons or nights.

I also drink in the afternoons,

and also at nights.

I sleep in the daytime,

nothing really exists.

Silence is heavy and light.

Three fingers separate...

a woman's vagina from her anus.

I'm a liar who wants to be sincere.

I didn't ask you how long your cock is.

One day you'll go away.

- I never said that.

- But you'll go away.

Maybe I'll go too.

Where will you go?

I'll find a job in France.

I have friends there.

I worked there.

I love you.

And I love you.

But you won't be here for ever.

I'll sleep at home tonight.

Why?

- melhor.

- What?

melhor.

- melhor.

- It's better.

- Besser.

- What?

Migliore, mejor.

melhor.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Go now!

- What do you want?

- Where's my wallet?

- What are you doing?

- I want my money.

My money.

My money.

Don't do anything foolish.

I'm going to kill you.

Rosa.

Have you seen the guy in 304?

Not in last eight days.

He sailed?

- He didn't pay.

- I don't know.

- Mr Jos.

- What happened to you?

Nothing really, a little accident.

And Rosa?

She's gone.

- She's gone?

- To France.

To France?

- You have her address?

- No.

I'm going upstairs.

She flew.

F***.

Sh*t.

What do you want?

- Rosa's address in France.

- I don't know.

And her parents'?

Yes, that one I have, just a minute.

Thanks.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- How do you do?

- Are you Rosa's parents?

- Yes.

I'm a friend of Rosa's.

I'd like to know Rosa's address in France.

We don't have it.

She's always going from one place to another.

She doesn't call us, we don't know anything.

- You don't have it?

- No.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

If you're going to come home,

come back soon or don't come back at all.

If you come, you'll have

to tell me everything and we'll talk about us.

It's almost certain we'll have a war.

We may lose it,

but History teaches us...

that those who lose a war

are strengthened by it.

I will also talk about me.

I'm waiting for your answer and your love.

No mail.

Zico?

Zico plays well, he's very good.

Rossi!

Get out of here.

The referee's lost it.

He's an a**hole.

Brazil has lost to Italy.

They don't know, they haven't seen it.

But...

In Brazil they have Zico.

He's a fine player.

Great champions.

But you're not interested.

I'm not either.

I don't care!

Mr Jose, I'm leaving.

I'll send by mail what I owe you,

do you believe me?

I do.

But I don't have the train fare money.

I'm selling you this.

- What could I do with that?

- I don't know.

Will you buy this?

This is German,

and this is Japanese, they're good.

They fit in your pocket.

Great, ha?

- How much do you want?

- Five thousand.

It's not bad.

All right, yes.

People are weird,

but that's life.

Do you have some paper, please?

- Paper?

- Writing paper.

- Big or small?

- Big.

A pen?

A pen?

- A fountain pen?

- Yes.

Thank you.

- A post office?

- Down there.

- Down there?

- At the bottom of the stairs.

Thank you.

I'm going to emerge...

to the surface...

again.

Stop.

Rosa...

is gone.

I don't have a clue...

where to.

Stop.

The only country...

I really love...

is the sea.

Stop.

I love it.

Stop.

I love you.

I embrace you tenderly.

A woman's body is too wide.

Stop.

So there'll be a war between us.

Stop.

Memory...

and oblivion come from one single source.

Women are too beautiful.

Stop.

Trains are not in time.

I don't know more than I used to.

Stop.

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