Notias Page #6

who could be his daughter

in real life.

But she was my girlfriend too,

as always.

Oh, wretched fruit of a womb,

enslaved to the vain human nature.

You never found out about the secret

that the fate hid from you.

And madly you loved

the fruit of your own root!

We'll split in small groups,

we'll be filming like guerillas,

and we'll beat it, because

the streets will be full of cops.

What if they chase us away?

There'll be other film crews

covering the demonstration.

We are in pre-election period.

They wouldn't try

any rough stuff on us.

- Welcome!

- Hi.

We'll set the Trojan Horse

on the Attica Hill.

Stavros, you and I will be the Allies'

soldiers that threaten our country.

Cheers!

When I lose something I love,

I lose the ground under my feet.

And everything

turns upside down.

So, the Trojan Horse

was a mare or a stallion?

- Does it matter?

- Of course it does.

Those inside...

where did they come out from?

Where was the door?

Was there an emergency exit?

Can't answer that, comrade.

Suppose that someone decided

to jump out. How could he do that?

Suppose he wanted to tell

the secret to the enemy

and change

the course of the war.

The script says different.

The Allies' soldiers

should join the Trojans

and celebrate with them.

They realize who wants them

to be heroes and they ignore them.

- The NATO soldiers? The Allies?

- He's right!

Inside the Horse, they discuss what

they've been through all these years,

and realize who they are

and what they are about to do.

We are making a simple film,

so people can understand our message.

The world changes, if we change

the stories that support it.

That's how the great change

begins in their lives.

The heroes become

allies with the enemy.

Theseus sides with the Minotaur.

Ulysses sides with Polyphemus.

CHANGE:

- They must join the Trojans.

- I agree. It's a subversive idea.

- I agree too.

- Me too!

Your friend is quite right.

I couldn't have put it better myself.

If we want a real Change,

we must abolish the old world,

in the minds of people.

But that takes hard work.

We must change all the stereotypes

we have, concerning our past.

You are the ones who can do it.

The young people.

With the power of the image!

- Excuse me.

- Come in. I finished.

You were incredible. I can't agree

more with what you said.

Efstathiou was writing it down.

You speak beautifully.

Let's leave, Alice... Let's go

find new places. All this time...

Stop it! You've gone crazy?

What are you saying?

I keep thinking of you

and I want us to leave.

Let's go together, escape!

How was the rehearsal, Stavros?

Amess.

I found Betty in Andrei's arms.

And you want another mess here?

Betty never hid

how she wants to live.

I have to go back.

Just a minute.

Come in.

Good evening.

How was the shooting?

Telephoto lens.

Careful. It's a rare lens.

Costs a fortune.

Not that way.

You won't see anything that way.

It's a dangerous lens.

Dangerous? Why?

It shows things you can't see

with a naked eye. Unseen truths.

You'll waste many rolls of film

before you see something you like.

But this one here...

No matter where you look at,

it sees beauty in everything.

The wide angle lens fools everyone.

At your age,

they all shoot with this.

- Does age have to do with the lens?

- Of course it does.

Look how beautiful things seemed

when I was young.

I shot this when I was your age.

And this...

And this...

And here...

I'm getting a bit older.

I was about thirty.

When you're young, life is beautiful,

you keep on shooting...

And you don't care if the light goes

and you have to stop.

But afterwards...

you see that there's something missing.

- What's missing?

- The subject. You have no subject.

In this picture there's nothing

you want to see over and over again.

And one day, quite unexpectedly...

the landscape changes,

because it hides the subject...

The frame changes...

and your life as well.

And then, you have to change the lens.

You want to go closer...

to explore the hidden beauty.

Eyes... lips...

The poses where she smiles...

Even the whisper if possible...

And then...

quite unexpectedly again...

the subject vanishes from the frame,

and from the life itself.

When was the last time

you took a picture out of your shop?

Watch it!

I knew about the bags,

but not...

The day I opened the shop,

I couldn't wait to see my first client

getting in.

I was waiting to see artists, actors...

Waiting for hours

for someone to start with...

The first one to come

was your dad, holding a suitcase.

And he asked me to photograph it.

Asuitcase!

My first client was a suitcase!

I wanted to send him away,

but then I thought...

it was bad luck to send away

your first client.

He brought me luck, after all.

And we became good friends.

And then I invented the story with...

After all, my dad's suitcases

were not empty, and not cheap too.

The words that filled them

before they left the window

were my own precious heritage.

What are you doing here?

Hello.

Hi.

Sorry.

What for?

For the kiss... and the trip...

The kiss... and the trip...

You are a poet.

You are all funny.

You leave as men,

and you come back as little boys.

- Stelios will...

- Forget about him!

He dwells in his lair,

and we come in and out.

If he let us.

When is a kiss worthy?

Before or after the trip?

Both, before...

and after...

I took you with me secretly.

Where?

We slept in each other's arms

on a bench in the Paris airport.

We took off at daybreak

and twelve hours later,

we landed in Havana.

We stayed with friends

for three days, cutting sugarcanes.

Then we went to Mexico...

We strolled in the beach...

And we went to Santiago...

Sleepless...

There we parted for two days,

like a couple of wanted outlaws.

We got together again

in Valparaiso.

And then Nicaragua...

Bogota... Montevideo...

You were bitten by mosquitoes.

And I asked the guerillas

if they had some repellent.

Then with a rowboat

in the Amazon...

And you wanted to meet the kids

who see only one dimension.

And now, what?

What have we brought back

from such a trip?

So we can tell about it

in the years to come?

To enchant them all...

Men, women, our children...

This, for the takeoff...

For Mexico...

Valparaiso...

Bogota...

The Amazon...

Is your camera loaded?

Always.

Don't forget, comrade.

The camera's position

is a question of morality.

Now, where are we flying to?

Ladies and gentlemen...

The sign "fasten your seat belts

and no smoking" is on.

We started our descent

to the Athens airport.

You in the tavern,

and me in the darkroom.

But now, we have the journey.

I want to see them

when you develop them.

I'll bring them to you

tomorrow at the tavern.

As of tomorrow, no more tavern.

Quiet, comrades.

Let's vote now.

Who are for the Allies leaving

the Horse and joining the Trojans?

Stavros' idea

is approved unanimously!

Write it down.

Well... who is the monster?

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