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We're getting out in a minute!

Open the trap door!

Come on, compatriots!

Attention to the hinges

and the pulleys!

The Greeks' virtue of war that

arms the warriors' soul...

There is Helen of Troy

near the walls!

When my beloved appeared

as Helen of Troy,

asking for help from the crowd,

Lucas was the first one

to run for her rescue.

We won! Way to go, Lucas!

Kiss the girl, don't be shy!

You kiss her every night at the park!

Kill the chick, now what

everyone's is looking at you!

That night, I felt

like a betrayed traitor.

The next day, bitter and angry,

I challenged the glorious Greek history.

Oh, what a moment Hades

chose for me to perish.

Spring grass everywhere and

branches with blossoms to cherish!

Good. Sit down.

Lazarides, tell us, what did

the women of Souli do...

during the War of Independence

against the Turks?

- They danced.

- Yes, and what else?

Imagination is the biggest

achievement of desire.

What do I care

if History wants to kill

in order to have fans

in the generations to come?

I just wanted to save the girls.

Is that so bad?

Isn't it better to give life

to some lost loves

than to describe

some collective deaths?

- Astrange type of dyslexia.

- What is it?

He can't describe events

in a chronological order.

He insults national symbols;

the heroes who sacrificed

themselves for our country.

He defies

our ancestors' achievements.

In what way?

The women of Souli sacrificed

themselves so that we can live free.

They didn't survive because

their dresses turned into parachutes.

Parachutes? I can't believe it!

I worry about him.

He constantly insinuates things.

He speaks out against the regime.

- What are you saying, Mr. Papatheou?

- He said in front of everyone...

"The valiants of the Greek Army

were defeated by the Turks."

Do you say such things

in front of him?

God forbid, no!

We don't talk politics in our home!

If some officer hears him,

you'll get in trouble.

The Fall of Troy is one thing.

The Fall of Constantinople is another.

Of course.

- I don't know what to do with him.

- He must learn things properly.

And tell the myths

just like our ancestors.

I helped him with his homework

last year, and he said things right.

Only his father

can help him with that.

National Radio Foundation.

First Programme.

Weather forecast.

Strong South Winds on the Aegean...

My father's only friend

was Mister Sotiris,

a Greek photographer

from Constantinople.

When he didn't listen

the weather forecast on the radio,

he was stealing the best moments

from his female clients.

Don't be scared, Mrs. Beba.

I'll have you ready in a minute.

Look at the camera

and say cheese.

It's ok, Mrs. Beba.

Ready, Mrs. Beba?

Just a sec.

Stay still and hold your breath,

no matter what I say to you.

You'll become very popular,

Mrs. Beba.

People will come from all over

the world to see you dancing.

You'll become way more famous

than Salome.

You'll be loved by more men

than the ones you loved.

Well done, Mrs. Beba.

You look beautiful in the photos.

Drop by tomorrow afternoon

to get them.

Thank you, Sotiris.

You put your heart into it.

- Au revoir!

- Take care, Mrs. Beba.

Hi, Thanos.

How are you?

- Is Magda ok?

- Thank God.

Sotiris, may I ask you a favor?

I've sold all the red suitcases.

I must sell the brown ones now.

Is it possible?

Of course. Everything is possible.

Drop by tomorrow to get it.

Sotiris, why don't you come for lunch

on Sunday? We'll have red mullet.

The weather will change on Sunday.

I'll take care of the window display.

Come afterwards. I want you

to talk to the kid.

Why? The same again?

Now he got involved in politics.

He speaks out against the regime!

God forbid! He's only twelve!

He said in front of everyone

in the class...

"The valiants of the Greek Army

were defeated by the Turks."

But you don't talk politics

at home.

He hangs out with the wrong people.

These scums play with his mind.

- He brings them home.

- Why do you let them in?

Because we can't see them.

They are all in his mind.

- Has he seen a doctor?

- The best doctors in Athens.

Magda takes him to an expert

every single day.

Jeanette - Reads palms,

coffee cups, crystal ball.

She finds out everything!

His eyes are shining,

his hands are trembling.

At school, he plays truant.

Doctors say that it's because of

the South Wind and the humid weather.

Does the South Wind

play with your mind?

He mixes mythology

with things he sees around him.

And his friends suffer the same

as the heroes he makes up.

Mythopathy!

What's that, Madame Jeanette?

Avirus that

does not hide in the body!

- Where does it hide?

- In stories.

What kind of stories,

Madame Jeanette?

Dark and gloomy stories.

Jesus Christ!

If he gets betrayed

and loses what he loves,

he has dark thoughts,

his breath gets heavy.

- His heart is about to burst.

- Good Lord!

- What should he do?

- Forget all the stories he knows.

Learn new things and

talk only about them.

If your son is careful

in what he says...

a beautiful life is ahead of him.

Here he is! Look!

Inside the cup! Look!

I see long journeys

with beautiful women.

He's happy and joyful.

Just like my husband used

to fool around when he was young.

Where can one learn new stories?

In a black, dark chamber.

We met in a joint in La Boca.

Everyone knew Ari.

Abar full of seamen.

He was a young lad when he first got

there. But now he was a big shot.

"Osvaldo, this is a friend of mine",

he said to the boss.

"Thanassis, a fellow man from Greece."

- Look who's here!

- Hello.

As soon as Osvaldo saw us,

he told everyone to leave.

He opened a box of wine bottles

and invited a few girls to come.

We danced all night long.

Ari is a terrific dancer.

He is an opera lover,

but he loves the Tango too.

How much is it?

- Avirus has infected our son's stories!

- What virus?

It infects his mind every time

the girls he loves, leave him.

- What are you talking about?

- And then, he sees everything black.

The virus flares up

and hell will break loose on us!

What kind of virus is this?

Amythopathy virus,

something like that...

Big shots have it!

What kind of doctor was she, Magda?

- Apediatrician.

- How much did you give to her?

Less than the others.

Alittle bit more

than what a couple of coffees cost.

We must lock him up in a dark room...

where he'll forget about

the old stories and learn new ones.

What kind of room is this?

So, back again

to the dark places.

Years went by, and I was jumping

to the other side of the screen,

so I could live the new myths,

while life was creating its own

myths in the sidewalks of Athens.

Bread, education, freedom!

when Mr. Konstantinos Karamanlis

came back to Greece from exile

to assume the government

of the country.

Politicians were promising

a bright future for our country,

while some other people

were worrying about my own future.

He became a communist!

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