Red Like the Sky Page #3

I'm the daughter of the caretaker

at Cassoni.

But, who are you?

My name's Ettore. What's yours?

Mirco.

- How come you two are here?

- We're playing hooky.

Good for you.

Smart kids!

You could tell?

Let's get you out of this mess.

Come with me.

- Where?

- Back where you came from.

- Want me to come, too?

- No, don't bother. I'm fine.

You coming?

This way.

Let me turn the bike.

Are you really blind?

No, I just pretend

when I'm crossing the street.

Didn't your parents

send you to the Institute?

How do you think I know the way?

I was there for 10 years.

- And you never ran away?

- Nope.

I grew up, came of age

and then I left.

So much for your director!

What do you do now?

I do what I want.

I study at the University

and I'm a switchboard operator

at the blast furnace.

Aren't you scared? My mom says

there's a terrible fire inside

that burns all day long.

I don't have to see it, like you.

I can imagine it the way I want.

What's it like?

What's it like...

It's very high, and wide,

and colorful.

Like a bakery that only makes

pastries for greedy children.

You've got quite an imagination!

Tell me where we are now.

Via del Pastorino.

Okay. You have to turn right,

go up the hill, then

go straight ahead and you're home.

Okay. Bye, Ettore!

Next time you run away,

come and see me!

- Where?

- At the blast furnace.

Okay! See you later!

- Ettore's nice, isn't he?

- Yeah, he is.

He sounds just like that actor

I always hear on the radio.

By the way, you know I'm going to

make a recording, too?

- About what?

- I can't tell you, it's a surprise.

- But I'll let you hear it.

- Swear.

- Ok, I swear!

- Careful with the bike!

MIRCO:

Where are you?

Shut up, you'll scare away

the birds!

The birds?

Have you gone crazy?

Listen, you have to help me.

Do what?

I want to do research on the seasons.

But with the tape recorder,

and there's only one reel.

- So?

- We have to find some others.

- Where will we get them?

- In the teachers' room.

The "talking books".

But we can't do that...

And besides, I like

some of the stories.

Then we'll take the Gospel tapes.

Nobody listens to those.

You're definitely going to

get me in trouble!

- Felice!

- What?

What do we do now?

They're leaving, I can tell.

Come on, let's go.

Shut up!

Come on, hurry up!

Wait a minute.

- Where are you?

- Right here.

Felice!

Turn it higher!

Turn it off!

I'm getting wet!

Turn it off!

Research?

What research?

- About jobs.

- So?

He said to start with yours.

If Don Giulio says so,

but be careful not to get hurt.

And don't get in the way,

because we've got work to do.

Take a look around.

Great!

Listen to this.

- Did you hear that?

- What's it supposed to be?

The wind, right?

You should've told me before!

I know how to do the wind,

I hear it all the time!

Hear that?

What about bees?

We can't do bees,

we'd need a real hive.

I got it!

We'll do them with our lips.

Right! And I can do bumble-bees.

Listen...

Wait, stop.

This story is dedicated to you.

The title is:
"The rain is over,

here comes the sun."

Was this your research

on the seasons, Balleri?

Good.

Explain to us, Mirco.

What do all these sounds

and noises mean to you?

It's nature, her voice.

Ah, of course!

Why were you the only one who knew?

And who authorized you

to take the school tape recorder

and ruin tapes that belong

to everyone, just for fun?

Your teacher gave you an assignment.

Why didn't you do it,

as he asked?

Don Giulio...

Stand up!

Keep me informed

of his behavior

Boy, you sure are smart,

wise guy.

Please do it again

so they'll send you back home.

I liked it, though.

Because you're a retard,

like him.

Sit down, boys.

What are you doing?

It doesn't work.

The bulb is burned out.

Shall I leave you this?

In case you get hungry later?

You can't go on like this,

you need to eat.

Remember that

God loves you.

If He loved me, He wouldn't have

let me play with that rifle.

Let's bring him home.

He needs his mother and father.

We'll get a private teacher.

Oh, yes, how will you pay him?

- How will you pay him?

- Teresa!

Oh, Holy Mother!

Where can he have gone?

I have something for him...

Maybe I'll just leave him a note.

Yes... all right.

Here we go.

Dear Mirco, this is your teacher.

I'm writing in the name

of your classmates, too.

We all miss you very much.

And about your research

on nature...

it really wasn't that bad.

Even if it was a bit strange.

Maybe we judged it

a bit too hastily.

So, your teacher

brought you something

that might come in handy.

But don't show it to anyone.

It's our secret.

But Mirco hasn't learned Braille.

He doesn't want to learn it.

So he won't find this.

I guess I'll take it away with me.

- Shall I take it away?

- No.

But I'd really like Mirco

to learn Braille.

So he can read my messages.

- Will he learn Braille?

- Yes.

Good.

It sure is cold in here!

I wonder how anyone

can lie on the floor.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

You're still my little boy.

Understand?

- Listen, mom?

- Yes?

- Do the kids at home remember me?

- Of course they do.

They stop us in the street.

They ask your dad and me:

"When is Mirco coming back?"

And we tell them you're coming

for summer vacation.

I don't know

if I want to see them again.

I want to be with you

and Dad the whole time.

Francesca, now we can record

all the sounds we can think of.

Then we'll make a really neat story.

Do you know a story?

Well...

Ok, go.

Once upon a time there was a Princess

who had 15 brothers.

One day, their father the King died.

The Queen called in the children

and told them:

I don't want you, you're not mine.

Go away and never come back!

Wait a second.

All right...

Go!

The children began walking

through a big forest.

They walked... and walked...

It seemed like the forest

was endless.

Suddenly, night fell.

The children were cold and hungry,

but worst of all,

there were mysterious,

scary sounds in the darkness.

At last,

they came to a castle.

It was very big and gloomy.

The doors opened

and a huge drawbridge came down.

F, G, A.

Do you understand?

Yes.

- Who wants to go first?

- I do.

Mirco, do you want to try?

Come on, hurry up.

One at a time.

You'll all take turns.

Sit here. Careful.

What are you doing?

Stop it.

Quiet! Don't you understand?

That's contemporary music.

Go sit down.

- I can play like that, too.

- Who's next?

Me!

But the Princess was sad,

because the Dragon

had imprisoned her in a tower.

She wept every day, saying:

"Brothers, help me!

Come and save me!

I miss you so much!"

- No. That's no good.

- Why not?

You can tell it's the same voice.

You can't be the Princess

and the Narrator, too.

It would be better

if we had more voices, and music.

That's impossible. It's too hard.

We'll never be able to do it.

All right, children.

Today we begin rehearsals

for the annual school play

we perform for your parents.

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