Notias Page #7

- Bureaucracy, isolation...

- The food in the Student Club...

Why? What's wrong with

the food in the Student Club?

I eat there, and although I have a weak

stomach, it didn't hurt me at all.

The food in the Student Club

is excellent, Sir.

Well, what happens in the end?

Stavros?

Some of those in the Trojan Horse

think of the hardship...

Interesting. And then?

They decide to join the enemies.

They warn them, revealing

the secret of the Trojan Horse.

At reason?

If this happens, ten years

of hard work will be wasted.

What's the reason for a war?

What's the message

you convey to people?

That the conciliation of peoples

will abolish the wars, Sir.

Young men...

If the Greeks tell the secret

to the Trojans

you won't have a story

to tell your children.

Ulysses did not invent the Trojan Horse

in order to win the war.

Homer invented it,

so we can have stories to tell.

The fall of Troy...

The journey to Ithaca...

We see the myths differently, Sir.

What if Ulysses discovered

that his wife was cheating on him,

and decided to ravage everything

he would find in his way?

I see where you are getting at.

As a student in Paris, I did

my thesis on the myth of Atlas.

I was fascinated by the idea

that everything around us

is nothing but a burden

on someone's shoulders.

We see it differently.

What would have happened

if the Earth fell off Atlas' shoulders?

- Suppose he hurt his back.

- Exactly what I used to believe!

That the burden the Titan Atlas

was carrying was not the Earth,

but the stories people

were loading on the Earth.

When I told my professor that,

rather insolently, mind you...

he scolded me.

He said, "It's good to see

some things changing."

"But not all of them,

dear Nikitas."

Not all of them...

"Certain things must be told

exactly as they were heard of."

"You never know!"

What a wise thing to say!

How much does a Trojan Horse

cost these days?

STUDENTS' FILM CLUB

- Stop!

- Don't cut it, Stelios!

- But we have the shot.

- No, we don't!

- Shall we do the close-up?

- I completely disagree!

Let's vote on it.

Guys, shall we do the close-up?

Alright, let's do it.

Vote for the Greek Communist Party.

Vote for the Socialists,

the Party of Change.

- The mouth? Does it open?

- You bet!

Pull it, Babis!

- Yes, but can it stand the weight?

- Of course it can!

- Seven soldiers will pass.

- From the mouth!? You kidding?

- So the script says.

- Forget it! What about the hinges?

- Didn't they have hinges that time?

- Not the German-made ones I use.

Where can I fit the wires?

And the pulleys?

They must pass through the mouth.

- But the "others" will see us.

- That's what we want.

If they see us, how can we f***

the living daylights out of them?

You'll drive us crazy!

We did win in Troy!

We got in and f***ed

Hecuba and Priam's daughters!

Are you okay, Mr. Mimis?

Aslight arrhythmia.

Why bother, comrades?

Leave the mouth alone.

I can add some nice plastic teeth

and a flashing light!

The valiants will come out of the belly

on a mahogany coated ramp,

dancing, along with a group

of hot feathered chorus girls!

Aglorious spectacle!

- With ten thousand...

- How much?

You know! The past

has cost, in cinema too.

Is Alice coming?

How could I know?

You know better.

What do you mean?

You know... Don't you?

How could I know?

Come on, Stavros.

Don't pretend you don't know.

Look at me in the eyes, buddy.

She told you?

She didn't have

to tell me anything.

I saw it with my own eyes.

The last night she worked there,

I found her in Efstathiou's arms.

She was crying like a baby.

He was caressing her.

And then he kissed her.

And I, like a jerk,

waited for them to finish.

Come on, guys!

We're losing the light! Quick!

There she is!

- She's gorgeous!

- She's gorgeous!

We came to fight for her sake,

and she's partying with

the enemy's dignitaries!

The dignitaries always

take our women.

And we strive for a meaningless

graffiti on some wall, ten years now!

Comrades, I'm leaving!

I'm going to them!

Are you crazy? We came that far,

and you quit before the victory?

That's treason.

I am a betrayed traitor!

I want to leave and join them!

Be patient.

Very soon, we'll be partying too.

We'll be back victorious.

Where the hell did I go wrong?

Vote for the Socialist Party!

My boy...

This cup...

I have read it before.

Exactly the same!

My mother had brought me

here, years ago.

Does the South Wind

still play with your mind?

Let's go to the light

and tell me about it.

I fell in love with her,

some time back, Madame Jeanette.

And I kept it inside me, because

she was my best friend's girl.

- Till we took a trip.

- Where did you take her?

We roamed all over Latin America...

in an apartment in Athens.

- She left us for someone else.

- For whom?

Apolitician.

He took her in his office.

And the other one? The actress?

They moved to Berlin.

- They cut short the rehearsal.

- Berlin...

They are rehearsing there. She'll play

Jocasta this summer, in Russian.

I lost my red trench coat

in Berlin.

I was...

I was young then...

I left the night club,

all men's eyes pinned on me.

Suddenly, it started to rain.

No taxis passing by...

Abig fancy car pulled over.

He was nice, a gentleman.

He offered to give me a lift.

A few days later, a parcel

was sent to my house.

There was a red trench coat in it.

And a ticket to Berlin...

And a note...

"Wear it,

so I can recognize you."

- Did you go?

- I did. Of course I did.

I had fallen in love with him.

Because of a note...

Such a fool I was!

When I met him, I thought

that my life would change;

A few hours later,

I understood...

I put the trench coat

in the closet...

and came back...

Remember, my boy...

Women never leave.

No matter how far we go,

we always come back.

We take the trip for a story...

a story we'll tell in the end.

POLLING PLACE:

November 1977.

We'll know tonight.

If they come second,

who knows what's in store for us.

We only want to work well. No matter

who wins, it's the same for us.

It's not, Sotiris. With those

Socialists, be ready for the worst.

They might take everything we have.

We'll lose our houses, our shops.

They'll take the photos from our shops

to decorate their dachas.

Personally, I don't mind.

After Christmas, the shop

will have a new management.

Thanos, I've been thinking about it

and I wanted to tell you...

You're giving up your shop?

I'm tired, Thanos.

All day long, moving from darkness

to light and from light to darkness!

- Both my eyes and mind are tired.

- And what are you going to do?

I want to go out in the light,

to shoot some new subjects.

I'm rotting in the darkroom.

Stavros has learned the craft.

If he wants and if you agree,

he can take over the shop

after Christmas.

He can display his own pictures and

put new faces in the window display.

That's both good and bad news.

It's only good, Thanos.

Both for me and the kid.

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