Notias Page #8

Mister Sotiris...

I can't take over the shop.

Why? He's giving you

a good chance.

- I'm leaving.

- Going where?

- I'll take a trip.

- Where? Will you go alone?

- I'll make a movie.

- You mean a film?

I want to make movies.

I love cinema.

I'll film my own stories.

Cinema needs money.

You have it?

He's giving you an established

business with a clientele.

Isn't it better to make money

from other people's stories...

instead of begging for the ones

you make up, the phony ones?

Why, father?

You did the same, didn't you?

- How were you making money?

- How can you talk like that?

With the phony stories

about you and Ari.

You had set the whole thing up.

And you did well, didn't you?

I've never been

to Argentina, Magda.

What about Ari?

Where did you meet him?

You were friends, weren't you?

Of course not.

How could Ari have me

as a friend?

I heard that he was

in the Yacht Club, once,

and I managed to sneak in,

because I admired him.

He was talking to people.

Suddenly,

he stopped and looked at me.

And he said,

in front of everyone:

"Hi, buddy, how are you doing?"

Before I replied,

he continued...

"You wife, is she okay?"

"What a night we had in La Boca!

In Osvaldo's bar!"

As I was leaving,

I heard someone saying:

"This man isAri's friend

from Argentina."

And then I got the idea.

Ari was my last chance.

Last chance for what?

To marry you.

I wanted you,

I was in love with you.

But you were playing hard

to get.

And when I told you...

After a few days, you said yes.

You think I said yes

because you were Ari's friend?

Ari helped me to persuade my parents

who had other plans for me.

I wanted you, but not because

of what you were saying.

You knew? And you made me

send flowers to the funerals?

Why not? We had

some good times, didn't we?

- Even in our minds.

- And these stories I was telling you?

The regards I was sending

to Osvaldo?

You hadn't bought all these?

Bless him wherever he is. I don't

know who he is and if he's still alive.

Of course he's alive...

Alive and kicking!

And he's a terrific dancer too!

How do you know?

- I had someone look him up.

- Who, Magda?

Acoffee teller, a friend of mine.

Well traveled. She knows people.

An old friend of hers

managed to find Osvaldo.

He remembered Ari...

And a man called Thanos.

You know how coffee tellers are!

But it doesn't matter.

I liked to believe that it was you.

Of course,

among all those seamen,

there must have been one

called Thanos at Osvaldo's.

Let's be rational.

Give me your dishes.

The weather is about to change.

South Winds are coming.

- Stavros?

- Yes, Mr. Sotiris?

This Sunday, will you help me

take care of the window display?

When the South Wind calms down,

I come here and clean.

So she can enjoy the view

and not get bored.

Other people light candles,

I change the "display".

I had brought your dad here too.

We helped each other

in changing displays.

A few days later,

I set off on my first journey,

to collect images and fill the gap

those years had left behind.

I lost track of my old friends.

I only saw a few of them

in festive days.

I saw Alice, the night

the Socialists came into power,

strolling along

the alleys of her own myths.

Change has won!

November 1989.

A few years later,

I saw Betty...

who, cutting short a rehearsal,

climbed on a wall

that would come tumbling down.

And when the time came

to change the lens,

I saw things

I couldn't see with a naked eye.

Now, I had my own story too.

Of course, I tamper with it a bit,

every once in a while...

just for the hell of it,

just to turn things upside down.

Because it's nice

for some things to change,

provided that other things are told

exactly as they were heard of.

What a great thing to say!

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