Mikra Anglia
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- 2013
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LITTLE ENGLAND:
Let a love...
...that does not save...
...find me alone...
One night, one dawn...
One night, one dawn.
Our love...
...a sea...
...a tempest in the soul...
Love...
...a myriad waves...
...and it all begins again...
BY IOANNA KARYSTIANI
A FILM BY:
PANTELIS VOULGARIS
There they are! They're here!
You can see them!
ANDROS 1930
Where's Maritsa?
Didn't she hear the siren?
You can see it!
They're probably looking at us
too, through their binoculars.
Till we meet again, Yannis!
It's the OSTRIA
on its way to Piraeus.
Odessa, 2nd May 1930.
My beloved Orsa...
that he gives you my letters.
I've taught him well.
So, don't be afraid.
We'll be in Piraeus in mid-May.
We unload and 3-4 days later
we head for Andros. I can't wait.
I hope you feel the same way
about seeing me.
When I left, you were 17
and now you're 20.
Spyros Maltabes.
For you.
Orsa, the Ostria we'll be sailing off
again in two months.
Spyros, will we be able to see
each other many more times?
As you long as you keep finding
good excuses!
I'll tell them I'm going
to Grandma Orsa.
I'll sit with her
...and after that...
Las senales del alma...
You could even catch
the radio signals of the souls...
Now who will I tell about the
heartache that is gnawing at me?
Same yearning...
You in Chile, me in Buenos Aires.
Savvas, you may be rotting
in the Atlantic...
...but I'm not wasting
my time either.
The two-story house is
finished. Their dowry.
It's time I married them off.
Dry land, Nikiforos...
Foreign soil...
...but still soil...
Moscha!
Moscha!
Write up the receipts,
all the expenses...
...and send them to your father.
Tomorrow at the latest.
Dad will be so worried...
...how much you paid
for the teacups...
...how much for the colanders,
the soaps...
Use the thinnest paper. We don't
want to pay a fortune in stamps.
of feeling either...
Karaoulanis...
Sofas for upstairs and
sofas for downstairs.
Two silver tureens...
Lace curtains for upstairs and
lace curtains for downstairs.
I'll be equally fair to both of you,
both of you.
Karaoulanis...
One for the upstairs house,
one for the downstairs house.
Don't forget two pairs
of binoculars as well...
For us to look through them...
...as we grow old and rusty...
...like the railings of the balcony.
Recipient:
Savvas Saltaferos,Captain.
Ship:
SS PENELOPE, Argentina.Ready...
Yesterday we had the memorial
service for the radio operator...
...who worked with my father.
- I was there.
But we shouldn't be talking
about such things now.
I can't bear the thought
that men are lost at sea...
...far away...
...and their remains
never return to Andros.
His grave here is empty.
Did they bury him in Argentina?
In Uruguay?
He was lucky to die near land.
The Maltabes men, grandfather,
father, uncles...
...we drown in the middle
of the ocean.
We like it there.
Don't you talk that way...
Don't you talk that way...
What with the shipwrecks...
...what with the diseases that
suddenly break out at sea.
I drive a hard bargain
with the Grim Reaper.
- I'm not afraid.
- But I am.
Anyone who drowned...
...repented...
I fell in love at 12,
got engaged at 13...
...got married at 14,
was widowed at 15.
with all hands on board.
That's why I can
no longer look at the sea.
That's why I never eat fish.
I can't get it out of my head that
they may have devoured Vangelis.
It's not the only one.
I embroider
all the island's shipwrecks.
How can you bear it?
You shouldn't do it any more.
I can't.
I don't want to...
...abandon plaintive souls?
- Well, I do!
I want everything I can't have...
Everything they won't let me have.
Katerina...
- I want his initials, you know whose.
- Moscha!
I want you to embroider them
for me on a handkerchief.
- I can't do that.
- You'll get half a little sovereign.
No.
He's a foreigner, Moscha...
And he's not a seaman...
That's why I've set my sights
on him.
Spyros...
We're having a soiree
at the lighthouse keeper's...
And you took the rum too...
Cuban.
It's the best way to get drunk...
I know... I know...
After the third glass I'll be...
...in Vera Cruz!
After the fifth?
Vera Cruz is just fine, boy...
Uncle Emilios, why don't you come
with us on one last journey...
...for old times sake...
The sea rejected me.
Willy-nilly...
- It threw me up.
- Yes... the Bay of Biscay.
We won't be crossing
the Bay of Biscay.
I cross the Bay of Biscay
every night...
...in my sleep...
...tied with ropes...
...all of us tied...
...and the waves untie them and
sweep the 16-year old kid away.
Did you go... to the five?
Every afternoon... late.
I tell them...
...good evening.
Let a love that does not save...
...finds me alone.
One night, one dawn...
Shoulder to waist 48.
One night, one dawn.
Our love a sea...
I'll have it ready for you
next Saturday.
...a tempest in the soul...
Love a myriad waves...
...and it all begins again.
Vivika!
Run along and water the dahlias,
my child.
So, what were we saying, Mouraina?
Ah, yes... the man's cock
was like a mainmast...
...before he left.
If he's horny now, it's other women's
panties he'll be dirtying.
Just like Nikiforos,
God rest his soul. A bigamist.
He had a second wife in Chile
and two Chilean daughters...
...with the same names
of his daughters here.
You mean Tassoula and Vangelio?
Tassoula and Vangelio in Chile?
about it, Mina?
He never writes about such things
to me, Mouraina.
It's Nikiforos' widow herself who
complained about it to my face.
I saved the best lemon orchard
for you. Sixty trees.
For you, only the biggest bargains,
for the others, the leftovers.
But we had agreed 18 pounds.
15 or I leave.
We'll sign the deed the day
after tomorrow. St. Marina's Day.
God bless investments, eh?
The day after tomorrow,
on St. Marina's Day.
Calm down, Mina, I've got
another windfall for you.
Rock fish, red mullet, bogue,
sea bream, red snapper!
Nikos Vatokouzis. Unmarried.
A captain at 32.
Owns half shares in two steamboats.
And he studied mathematics.
He didn't graduate though...
most loyal and faithful servant...
...in all of Andros.
And the deafest.
And what about his house?
Isn't it one of the most beautiful
residences in the city?
We've got a house too, Kourmoulis.
His late mother lent you
the money for the plot.
I keep all my old records.
She also stood by me
on other occasions.
Always open-handed.
Now you're talking.
Peach blossoms on his sides...
...she had said to me, in terror.
It was the rashes of syphilis...
her husband's.
Then... he went blind, crazy...
And then, he kicked the bucket.
The son is clean.
Postman!
Letters!
From Brazil!
From Canada!
From Poland!
Argentina! Panama!
Australia!
That's your color.
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