Night Train to Lisbon Page #6

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We drove through the night.

Amadeu kept questioning me.

Was he searching for me

or for life?

He wanted to know

everything my whole life, like,

memories,

thoughts, fantasies, dreams...

It was relentless.

It was almost a relief when

5 km from the border

he stopped

and hid me in the trunk.

Passport.

- Why are you traveling to Spain?

- I am going to visit relatives.

Get out of the car,

please.

Keys.

Do you know

Major Rui Lus Mendes of PIDE?

What about him?

I want you to call him.

I have his home number.

I want you to tell him

your are treating me like a criminal.

He wants to talk to you.

This is Dr. Amadeu de Prado.

You are asking too much of me.

You took my life away from me.

I want it back now.

Give the phone back

to my man.

Ironic that I should

ultimately be saved...

by the Butcher of Lisbon.

That night...

we drove to Finisterra

and slept in the car.

Don't go away.

We'll take a ship

to the Amazon

to a new world

only you and I existed.

I write books...

we invent a new language

that only you and I understand.

We go up the river

as far as it takes us.

Back in time

and into the future.

The very beginning of the end.

What would I do?

You'll share it with me.

The same air,

the same feelings, same tastes...

Things that you want...

you want them for yourself,

not for me.

I want them

for both of us.

He was hungry for me,

and for life.

But the journey he wanted to take

was into his own soul

not into mine.

I cannot do it,

Amadeu.

What do you mean?

You want more

than I can ever give.

And I'm not ready.

I'm so sorry...

I have friends

in Salamanca.

Will you take me to them?

He drove me to Salamanca...

he shook my hand,

he wished me well

and left.

The next I heard,

he was dead.

I always thought I killed him.

- He had an aneurysm.

- An aneurysm?

A blood vessel

burst in his brain.

He...

He had it for a long time.

Did you go to his funeral?

You didn't really think

I would do it, did you?

It is no longer important.

So what happened to the

names and telephone numbers

you had in you head?

Lisbon

331-4518,

contact name, Carlos;

Sintra, 245-102,

contact name, Nuno...

I wrote them all down and

passed them on to someone safe.

A few months later they were

used to initiate the revolution.

Your friend must be

very tire of waiting.

- You can keep the book if you like.

- Thank you.

And probably more ready for him now

than I was back then.

- Goodbye, Raymund.

- Goodbye, Estefnia.

"We leave something of ourselves behind

when we leave a place,"

"we stay there,

even though we go away."

"And there are things in us

that we can find again..."

"only by going back there."

"We travel to our souls

when we go to a place..."

"that we have covered

a stretch of our life,"

"no matter how brief

it may have been."

This is me.

Well, we still got...

5 minutes.

Thank you for...

telling me I wasn't boring.

But when I think of their lives,

Amadeu, Estefnia,

the others,

their lives full of such vitality,

- intensity...

- So much so it broke them apart in the end.

But they lived.

Whereas my life...

apart from these

last few days...

And now you are

going back to it.

Oh, why don't you just stay?

What?

Why don't you just stay?

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