Padre Padrone Page #4

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You went like this.

No...

Yes... yes...

Our Gavino is getting smart...

...but this little brain...

He'll kill me.

I'm leaving.

It's best. But how?

Tomorrow morning there's

a train for Porto Torres.

No, tonight.

The bus?

Go get my coat.

The valise is under papa's bed.

That's right...

Who's going to go?

I'll go in.

I'm taking the valise.

I left for the mainland.

I earned a degree...

...in Linguistics, the origin

of Sardinian dialects.

I taught.

But I was already ill.

I had a stomach operation

and healed quickly.

I had to return

to my hometown...

...despite my father.

I had to come to write

my story...

...on which this film

is based...

...taking the necessary

liberties.

Not really my story,

but of the shepherds.

They, not I,

gave life to the book.

With their lives.

And I chose to come back

for that very reason.

They make the writer's trade

a valid one.

Even if often I've

the unrestrainable desire...

...to flee from this village...

...from this square.

It's lively now because

you're here...

...but come back in winter!

On the mainland...

I'd find far

greater attractions.

But I'd be using my position

as a prerogative...

...as my father wielded his.

And it would be

his final victory.

Perhaps it's only a selfish

consideration...

...which detains me here.

The fear...

...that far from my cave,

my people...

...from my smells, I'd be

a recluse again.

As I was in the sheepcotes...

and the pens of Baddevrustana.

The book...

...begins in a building

like this one...

...where my father came...

...to pull me out of school.

You don't laugh at Gavino!

Hands on your desks.

Today it's Gavino's turn...

...tomorrow it's yours.

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