The Wind Blows Round Page #4

Dumping a carcass near the village

in this weather is a criminal act!

Maybe it fell by accident,

or it broke loose.

Who knows what it died of.

He acts like God Almighty,

but he can't look after animals!

Come away from there,

you'll catch something!

They're worse than gypsies!

It's criminal!

Some children saw a dead pig

on the slope.

- Know anything about it?

- It was Phillipe. It was dead.

Scoundrels!

There are children here!

You think you can throw dead animals

down the escarpment?

What's the problem?

The vultures will eat it.

What vultures?

You'd better go home.

They didn't mean any harm.

In the Pyrenees, vultures

eat the carcasses.

He's a scoundrel!

- He should go back to the Pyrenees!

- I'm sorry, we didn't know.

They're being smart!

Beat it, go home!

The Forest Rangers

already fined him twice,

but the mayor won't call

the Health Board, you'll see.

Costanzo will ruin his reputation

like this.

I'd like to see what happens

if an infection breaks out.

That pig must've weighed

a hundred kilos.

We should get the law on him.

- They're barbarians!

- Goat's cheese is disgusting.

I bet they fired him from teaching

because he's so dirty.

They say they've seen his wife

on the highway at night.

- Just think!

- They've been seen naked too.

They were walking round

the village in the nude!

That's enough!

The cultures?

- Are there any more cellars?

- No.

Goodbye.

It's not my fault,

I'm just doing my job.

But the pig belonged

to that Frenchman.

They found the carcass

in the woods,

not in his stalls.

In a case like this, we must check

all the herders in the area.

I have to sling all the milk

because of that bastard?

For how long?

We'll speed things up,

two or three weeks.

And what about all the money?

What'll happen to that?

We'll take you

to our brothers.

We'll carry you

along the streets.

Stay with us,

don't leave us.

The night...

It'll be the Frenchman's.

He'll have done it on purpose!

CANCELLATION:

OF AUTHORIZATION

"Dear Mr Heraud, I hereby cancel

authorization

for use of my land as pasture

for your livestock. "

- Simon, did you wash your hands?

- Yes.

- More of the same letters?

- Yes.

We should cut down more trees

for fodder.

Here.

- Want some water?

- Yes.

Here's the soup.

Some for me too.

I'll show him!

He cut down all my sister's wood!

Thief!

I'll pull the whole lot off here!

Here we go!

- What are you doing?

- Thief!

- Are you mad?

- Off it comes!

Thief!

This is my sister's wood!

That's not true!

Stop!

- Come on... I'm sorry.

- No!

The Health Board

checked everything

and found it all in order.

I put the results up in the square

but I still got this.

They're still complaining.

The goats, the pigs, the stink,

the mess...

No one seems to remember

the job their fathers used to do.

- They want to kick him out.

- We'll get this settles.

We'll find him a house

in an out of the way place.

- Then no one can complain.

- What did Philippe say?

The usual, you know what he's like.

But I told him to calm down,

with all the upset he's caused!

And that business with Emma?

To settle that I've thought

of calling everyone together,

Philippe included,

to make peace.

Next Sunday.

Emma said she was coming back

from the meadow

and saw Philippe

stealing wood from the pile.

She said she went over,

she was very angry.

She had a stick in her hand

and he grabbed it off her.

She wanted to get the wood back...

One way or another,

Emma got two fingers broken.

And now she's up there

with her arm in plaster.

And that's that.

1 LOCAL CHEESE FESTIVAL

If the mayor continues to side

with foreigners,

the village is done for!

The council has always worked

for the good of village.

Everyone has to do their bit.

We've got to be a bit more humble,

Philippe too.

- The village must keep going.

- Philippe's must apologise to Emma.

- And pay for damages.

- All right.

But at the meeting we must

say things face to face.

He's got to say sorry

and pay for damages first.

We'll see what we can do.

You've got to decide

who's side you're on!

- You again?

- Yes.

I spoke to Lidia,

you've got to apologise to Emma.

- Why?

- Why not humble yourself for once?

Give her the satisfaction.

A bit of humility would be

a good start.

Want to pass me off as a thief?

For someone who goes round

breaking people's bones?

Lidia says

she told you where to go,

but you went and took

Emma's wood on purpose.

Look at me!

You think you're different,

but you're all they same.

Only the language changes.

Two goats have disappeared,

go and look for them.

Try and convince him

to come to the meeting.

- Oh, it's you.

- How are you, Don Franco?

I'm trying out this contraption.

I came to ask you

if you'll come to the peace-making

meeting on Sunday?

Maybe if you're there...

Peace-making...

The mayor did the right thing.

People should live in harmony.

I don't want to create

any embarrassment.

But I'll try to put a good word in.

- So, is he coming?

- I don't know.

I'm not this father!

Are you going away too, then?

Ah, there he is!

- Sorry, I'm a bit late.

- No, I just got off the bus.

How can I start?

Say something about

the rueido,

about what it meant for us,

for our community.

Getting together to do

all the heaviest work,

being united.

- Community spirit.

- I understand.

Today we're joined by

Costanzo Giraudo,

mayor of Chersogno,

a charming village

in the Monviso Valleys

where Occitan is still spoken.

Costanzo asked us to do

a feature on his village,

which had a thousand inhabitants

a century ago.

Today, surrounded by

a splendid mountain landscape,

it offers the possibility

of a wonderful holiday.

Also with us is Mr Ponte,

the oldest man in Chersogno.

But now I don't live...

Tell us about your life

in the mountains.

Mountain life wasn't easy.

Haymaking was

the most important thing for us.

Hay was as important as bread,

maybe even more so

because we gave it to the animals

who'd keep us supplied

with milk, butter and cheese.

When the Germans

started burning haylofts,

we thought about

about hiding it churches

in the hope that they

wouldn't look for it there.

Then us boys would secretly go

and get it and give it back

to the farmers.

We'd try to help one another

for free.

We also did the rueido,

which means helping one another

for the good of everyone of us.

What's happened to us?

We've become unrecognisable.

Monica asked me

to read you these words.

"A warrior was dying

at the end of a battle.

A man came up to him

and said:

"Don't die, I love you very much. "

But, alas, he still kept on dying.

Two other men came up

and said:

"Wake up, come back to life!"

But, alas, he still kept on dying.

They came up in 20, 100, 1.000,

"So much love, but we can

can do nothing against death!"

But, alas, he kept on dying.

Millions of individuals

formed a chorus around him:

"Wake up, brother!"

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