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Mikra Anglia Page #7
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There's no room for all of us
on Andros any more.
You'll be better off without me...
...there...
I lost... I lost friends
on the destroyer...
...then others in the Middle East.
I lost the ships...
But I found a good job working
in a shipping office in New York.
That's where we're going
the four of us.
Others are also taking their families
and moving to England or America.
You'll like it there.
And mother?
She's staying here.
- Alone?
- She'll come later...
As soon as she's strong enough.
Are you punishing her?
You can leave, as many of you
as you like... go wherever you like.
I'm going to sea...
I'm getting my seaman's papers.
And yet it's the right thing for you.
Mersina...
My beauty.
Andros...
We have exhausted all the
options science has to offer.
I don't know what the professor
can contribute, but...
...if the patient doesn't cooperate
there's nothing more we can do.
I brought so much medication,
so many syrups...
...tonic injections from America...
She throws the pills
out of the window.
Professor, I've asked you to come
to the island as a last resort...
We'll take her to Athens...
to London...
I'll sell the house if necessary...
Dyscataposia, atony, hardship
in general, I would say...
But the patient isn't cooperating.
Inside her the only thing
that's getting stronger...
...is the spirit of denial.
Uncle Emilios!
Where have you disappeared to
all this time?
Uncle Emilios!
FROM SPYROS MALTABES
TO EMILIOS MALTABES
FOR LITTLE ORSA:
Give me the letters.
All 17 of them.
I'm tired.
I need to know...
...how much he loved you.
I must know if he ever loved me too.
Orsa...
What's become of you?
Calcutta...
27 September 1929.
Surabaya...
7 October 1929.
Lorenzo Marques...
13 March 1930.
Odessa...
2 May 1930.
All written in '29 and '30...
...before my marriage.
I had learnt to think of him...
...and to love him...
...since I was 12.
It was in November.
There was a bad storm...
...and I saw him...
He was 19...
...throwing off his white shirt...
...and diving...
...into the waves...
...for a bet.
I wanted to love...
...to love very much...
...to love for ever.
He loved you, Moscha...
He loved you...
You are loved...
In life...
...it seems the things you lose...
...are worth more...
...than the things you find.
The things you find are lost again.
The things you lost exist for ever.
Orsa...
The Maltabes Circle...
Damned floorboards!
It's the ceiling's fault.
It wouldn't let me forget him.
I could hear his high spirits...
...his words, his footsteps...
...when he took off his shoes...
...the muffled tomfoolery...
...your bodies thrashing
on the bed...
The floorboards.
Before the wedding...
...he was to make a down payment
on a house in Kastella...
...in Piraeus.
I told him I'm not leaving Andros.
That day when you had us
for dinner...
...and I went to fetch Nana...
Who was limping. I remember.
Before going to her house...
...I met him...
...for the first time,
secretly and alone...
...after ten years...
...for half an hour...
...by the sea...
...on the rocks...
SOS...
...that's what he wrote
with his hand on my breast.
SOS.
She asked to attend the service
because Saint Nicholas...
...is the patron saint of seamen and
all the men in her life were seamen.
Grandfather, father, uncles, husband,
son and the man she loved.
And she had the courage to name them
all to Moscha in just that order.
I don't care what some people say...
I love them both.
Do you have any photograph of hers?
In my mind, a lot...
off the street...
...adopted her child...
unknown father...
Last night I felt like telling Orsa,
before it's too late...
...and to Moscha of course...
...that they have a brother,
even though he's far away...
...but I didn't dare.
I made a mess of things
both here and there.
Spyros...
Spyros...
I finished it at dawn.
All alone on the waves.
Him too.
Neither of us
ever saw the ship up close...
Moscha...
...you're the only one
who isn't to blame.
Had he lived...
...what would have happened
with the two of us?
If only he had lived...
If we had studied...
...something...
If we had found a job...
Or if we had gone away...
...far away...
If we had talked...
If we had talked, Moscha...
...back then...
May!
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