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There was a movement in favor
of the cult of Human Nature

and individual liberation in
Europe.

The tribute to human nature
filled the void

and then new moral codes
were established, like
Rousseau’s,

based on the apotheosis
of feelings,

or like George Sand’s,
on the religion of love.

Romanticism involved
all aspects of human thought.

It extended through Europe,
flourished
decayed and finally disappeared.

Although it had a few sporadic
sprouts
in later years...

E. H. Carr

You can smoke now, if you want.

So, what was it, "reve"?

-¿"Reve" what?
-To Dream, "reve".

-A dream would be: rêve.
-Rêve.

-Let’s have it, repeat it.
-Rêve...

Take out the e in the end.

That’s it.

Are you doing ok?

Yes.

I got "El Diario Vasco",
it was either this or "El País".

Man, don’t you wanna eat?

Point-blank, Chus Gutierrez:
"Where there is hair, there is
happiness".

Very good.

They ask her if she removes
her hair.

"I have never been a fan of hair
removal.
I do it sometimes, but it’s
tough.

I like hair.
Where there is hair, there is
happiness".

I like this chick.

-It’s this way
-Here, slowly, almost there...

-We are entering the city
-Ok.

Yeah, look.

Now’s the ramp I was telling you
about.

We should see the canal, see?
On our left.

-Ok.
-Now you go on straight.

-Ok.
-And we should see a sort of...

small tunnel.

Straight ahead.

Dude, my knees and my back...

Why don’t you ask Francesco to
drive?

Damn, I already told you.

He is not gonna figure out the
gears

and if anything happens to the
van
I am dead meat.

-Hey you, nice up there huh?
-This is like a shoebox.

But yeah, fine.

Can you leave it over there?

-Lights off?
-Yes, please

-Don’t touch me with your leg.
-It’s you, I’m against the door.

Hey,

what if I wanna pee?
What do I do, how do I get down?

Huh?

Francesco...

-What?
-Is that PJ really yours?

Why?

It looks as if you stole it
from an old man.

Smells like an old man died in
solitude.

Asshole.

Hi.

Hi.

I was looking for Francesco.

-Ah, ¿Francesco?
-Yes.

She is looking for Francesco.

Francesco, somebody is here for
you.

Ciao!

-How are you?
-Good.

-Am I too early?
-No, no I just didn’t sleep
well.

These are two friends, Luis...

-Hi.
-Renata...

And Vito...

Nice to meet you.

-Oh, sorry.
-It’s nothing.

Where did you get the van?

It’s his mom's.

Well, it belongs to my mom’s
friend,
she lent it to us.

They bought it when they
retired,

to travel around Europe,
it was kind of a dream of their
youth.

-How nice.
-Yes.

A cookie...

She’s asking what we’re doing
here.

I have to go see this guy.

I want to go see a man
who lives on a street...

-He says...
-I understand.

A man who lives on the street
"rue de la vé voben".

-What?
-No...

"Rue de la vé noven".

-Ah, rue de l'Abbé Naudin.
-Yes.

I know it.

It’s in a neighborhood...

It’s in a neighborhood called
Cité Madrid.

-Madrid as in Spain?
-Yes.

We can walk there.
It’s near the river.

Shall we go?

Let’s go.

It was called Madrid,
then there was a fire.

But the Spaniards all came
to live here.

Looks like Spain, doesn’t it?
The balconies, the flowers...

Why don’t we try ‘50?,
in case he left...

Maybe he moved and took his
wife’s name...

In the guidebook he appears
as Cussó-Ferrer, not his wife’s
name.

I don’t even know her last name.

Nor if he is married.

Plus here in France the wife
takes
the husband’s name.

-I’m gonna check in here, ok?
-Ok.

Shall we wait there?

-How are you?
-Good.

I read the book you gave me,
Natalia Ginzburg's.

-Did you like it?
-A lot.

Yeah, a lot, specially that
story,
what was the title?

The one where she lists the
differences
between her husband and herself.

-He and I. Her husband was
Pavese?
-No.

I liked that one a lot.

I don’t know, it made me...

think about us,
our differences.

For example,
you like living in Toulouse,
right?

And I like to live in Madrid.

Well, I don’t know if in
Madrid...

You like...

French culture, for instance,

I prefer the Anglo-Saxon
culture.

You speak French, I don’t.

I don’t know how to say a single
word.

You like to read out loud.

Like when you were reading
Novarina to me,
remember?

No, I prefer watching movies.

You like the theater
more than the movies, right?

You are expressive.

Sometimes I think I am not even
capable
of explaining myself to myself.

I don’t know,
it’s a strange feeling.

As if I weren’t able to talk to
the people
I appreciate the most, my
friends.

I am not able to express
what’s going on with me.

It’s strange, I don’t like it,
it’s an unpleasant feeling.

That’s why I feel
I can’t promise anything now.

I can’t promise anything.

I can’t be with anyone.

For example,
the last night we spent
together,

you told me you loved me, right?

I know you said it
without meaning anything,

without thinking about the
future but...

I got scared.

I got very scared.

This was kinda the reason for
this trip:

tell you in person what I think.

What I can offer is depressing.

But it is what it is and I
can’t...

It’s how I feel.

Sad, isn’t it?

-Sad, yes.
-Sad.

...nobody knows him.

Francesco has died in solitude.

Nobody heard his last snore.

Natalia Ginzburg’s tale

is about how love
rises from the differences.

Your interpretation is a bit
simple.

We can go on and on
doing the list

of what I like, and what you
like,

what I do, what you do.

And then?

I don’t know, I think
you are hiding behind that
interpretation.

And you are afraid of going any
further.

Because if you are afraid of me,
it’s really ridiculous.

That whole Madrid-Toulouse
thing,
well...

I only hope you are not one of
those
men who looks for

a mother or a nurse in a
woman...

I am a bit sick of those
relationships.

I’m scared too!

And sometimes I would like to
scream:
"And what about me?,

Who takes care of me?

Who saves me?"

We can’t always be the sick one,
sometimes we have to be the
nurse.

Dude, what are you doing to that
cheese!

No, no, no, à toi !

It’s this side.

Look at this...

This has been here since the
14th century.

Take it.

-I already drank, but cheers.
-The cheese is much better like
that.

Hey, where is that street?,
rue "voben"?

I mixed the wine
with nitrate cellulose and...

Made a mess!

We miscalculated

the distance between us.

It was hundreds

of miles of cold.

I guess that’s why

you barely brushed against me.

You barely brushed against me.

You barely brushed against me.

Thank you.

I could spend my life
licking my wounds

and they wouldn’t heal.

I really liked her.

Yeah, she is quite cool.

I’d hate it if Francesco
did what he usually does.

Francesco is like that,
what do you expect?

What happened at "ru an Gambett"
was just too much.

We caught them red handed!

-Fuck me!
-"No, we were super hungry

and we went in
to have a pain au chocolat."

They were freaking out.

Switching off, ok?

Ok.

Miss me?

I love you...

Shit, he left his PJ here!

Shit, he left the living dead
here!

Fuck.

Ok, when we get out of this
large one,
you take a right and a first
right.

Ok, we are here.

What, "Henri..."?
Ok, "Henri Focil", ok.

It’s called Henri Focillon.

Ok, so first right,
it’s parallel to this one.

Ok, perfect.

Ok.

This is it, Vito.

-Oh, ok.
-It’s this one.

Careful it’s pretty tight.

Perfect.

Oh no, no...
Ok, perfect, it’s this one.

-Yes, yes.
-This one or not?

Yes I am seeing you.
Yes, that’s us.

-Is that her?
-Yes.

Wow...

Looked foolish, huh?

Well...
I’ll tell you later.

Isabel!

-So nice to see you.
-How are you?

Hey, what a change,
you got a beard.

Better, right?
I wanted to try it out...

-You look like another man.
-Well...

Look...

-This is Jim
-Jim...

-Luis...
-Nice to meet you, Jim.

Welcome.

And this is Sigfrid.

Nice to meet you, come in,

Hi!

Nice to meet you.

If you had told me sooner, I
would have
prepared something else that
wasn’t pasta.

It’s delicious.

-How did you meet?
-Right here.

In this house.

Jim makes a dinner soiree
every Sunday during the year.

it’s great,
you can come with whoever you
want,

and there’s people from
all over the world.

You can come... and there is 60
80 people, they are all in the
garden

it’s great.

And there Sigfrid approached me
and started to talk to me in
German and...

He made a mistake that was
really funny...

Well he started tasting the food

and said smiling:

"Mmm, this is pretty good".

That’s what I said the moment I
saw you.

Well, that too, yes...

Anyway...
We have a project together.

Yes, Sigfrid,
on top of being a great cook,

is a movie director.

And what’s the project about?

It’s a very difficult project.

-It’s based on reality.
-Complicated.

It’s about a nurse,

a Swiss, she saved a lot of
babies
during the civil war,

-in concentration camps
-Elna’s Maternity, ¿no?

-Do you know it?
-Yes of course.

Luis is a specialist

in issues about exile.
It’s great.

-Really?
-I am very interested in 1939

but I am studying the second
exile
the one in 59.

-Did you finish your thesis?
-Well, almost

but there are always new
directors to
interview, I don’t wanna leave
them out.

Yeah...

He has been writing that thesis
since I know him.

You could interview me.

Why?

Well, if I am here it’s not
because...

it’s the greatest place on
earth.

Because what is happening
in our country

makes you want to leave.

I don’t know you,
nor your movies but...

first we have to put into
context
what "exile" is.

It’s not the same as
"emigration".

This last one depends on economy
and exile on politics.

Yes, but aren’t politics and
economy
linked nowadays?

Economic power is madness,
this summer

I went to Switzerland
to earn some money,

it’s a country with 3%
unemployment

and nevertheless they make laws
to limit the economical
immigration,

they are very much afraid

and yet lack personnel in
several sectors

So I worked as a nursing
assistant.

and I worked in a nursing home.

It was great and a whole other
world

An old man does not speak
to another old man,

Because he thinks
the other one is an old man.

It’s absurd!

They speak more often to the
staff
than amongst each other.

Well, working in a nursing home

must have helped you
prepare for your character, no?

The swiss nurse, the...

Enma, right?

Stanislavski style, no?

I also worked during the summer.

In a store, in Salou, selling
inflatable mattresses

What is Salou?

It’s... well, Salou is...

it’s a summer holiday village
where...

people from England go,

Russians, French...

they go get drunk,

and then go back to their homes,
calmly,

and the only memory they have

is a bull-shaped bottle of
sangria
in their living room.

After working some time
with people who have little left
to live,

I came to a decision that
I have been postponing for a
long time.

I am gonna have a baby.

-What are you saying?
-Yes.

How far along are you?

-No, I’m not yet pregnant.
-Oh...

But I am going to be a mum.

And the father?

The father?

I don’t know, now I don’t know
who is going to be the father
but...

I know it’s going to be a girl.

Why a girl?

I am gonna be able to teach her
better...

or pass on, I don’t...

Because the future belongs to
women.

Even statistics say so.

Who goes to university and
has better grades?

Who buys books?

Who goes to the movies?
Go to the movies, any show time.

The room is filled with women.

Marco Ferreri already said it:

Il futuro è donna.

And what are you going to name
her?

I have thought about it but it’s
not easy,

Because it has to be a name
that works in all the countries
I live in.

It has to sound good in French,
Spanish and Swiss-German.

I like Isabel a lot.

I am not gonna name her like me!
No way!

Lidia?

Oh, I like Lidia.

Or Lidie.

-Lidia...
-Lidia?

My grandmother’s name is Lidia.

-She is a great woman.
-How nice.

Or Victoria, no?

I don’t know how to say it in
Swiss.

-Feels like a heavy load to
me...
-Yeah...

It seems unfair
to name somebody that.

Yes, yes.

It’s funny isn’t it?

here we all are
thinking of possible names for
children,

and none of us has a child.

Besides you, Isabel, it seems
that no one
is going to have them, for now.

I don’t know, I thought it was
odd.

It reminded me of a book Renata
gave me
a while back,

it’s from an Italian writer,
Natalia Ginzburg.

The title is
The Little Virtues,

and in one of its stories,
with the same title as the book,

it talks about children’s
education.

It’s my favorite story, it
says...

regarding children’s education,

we shouldn’t teach small
virtues,
but big ones.

Not to save money,

but generosity
and to detach from money.

Not caution,
but bravery.

and not to pay attention to
danger.

Not ingenuity,

but honesty,

and the love of truth.

Not diplomacy,

but to love your neighbor,

and self-sacrifice.

Not the desire of success,

but the desire to be and to
know.

And it’s beautiful because in
the end,

the last paragraph
talks about vocation,

and it says it’s very important
that we have a vocation.

It says if we lose it,

if we suddenly betray that
vocation,

we will hold on to our children
like a lifesaver.

It’s very important

to be able to pass on
to our children

the love for a vocation.

It’s beautiful in the end, it
says:

"The love of life

creates love towards life".

It’s beautiful.

...I didn’t get it.

I was doing the math.

When was the last time we
fucked?

I don’t know...

But it hasn’t been that long,
right?

And I saw it clearly, uh,
you, me...

we understand each other...

It would be beautiful.

Yes, I would like for you
to be the father.

What are you trying to tell me?

Nothing.

That.

We’ll wait for you at the bar
right across the street.

Do you know why I do not want
to finish my thesis?

Because that would mean
to start making decisions.

Let’s go.

A nearby radio, brings you back
here,

and with your most violent
smile,
your start laughing.

you look for your glasses
wishing to confirm the obvious,

this is what we are, all this
is perfect but will end.

Like everything that has
that possibility.

Before the sun comes in

and turns us into steam.

And suddenly our mouths get dry,
when we touch.

With our luck.

I want to declare war
on reality

and live

in your dreams forever.

Thank you.

The next song:
Ode to fleeting love.

I could spend my life
licking my wounds,

and they wouldn’t heal.

Hi!

-Hi, how are you?
-How are you?

-Good.
-Très bien.

-Et vous ?
-Very good.

Yes, you look good.

-It’s nice to see you.
-Thank you.

Alors...

Do you want...?

-I don’t know, a tea, coffee...
-Ok.

-A beer?
-Ok, a beer.

I have been thinking a lot
about...

-Do you speak French?
-More or less...

I am going to try...

to do it in French.

I don’t know why

but it’s important to me
to try and speak French to you,

in your language.

Because...

I have been thinking

of you all summer,

about you...

You can address me informally.

About you and about me.

About our encounter.

To me,

that encounter
at the beginning of summer,

is one of the most
beautiful things in my life.

Yes.

Yes, it’s true.

It’s something

that I have realized

now.

Today...

with you.

Here, in Paris.

But I hadn’t realized before.

I think I...

have dreamt

of this meeting with you

in the Luxembourg gardens.

Because, you know,

there is a poem I really like,

it’s a poem about a man

that...

that dreams,

with a "wamen"...

-With what?
-With a "wamen".

-A woman?
-Yes.

He loves.

-That "wamen"...
-Woman.

...woman, invites

that man,

to visit her

in Paris.

But,

in my particular dream,

you...

and I,

were sitting here,

in a...

place like this,

very similar.

But it was a lot easier.

I can imagine.

It’s a dream.

It’s a...

-I wrote it.
-You wrote everything?

Yes.

-I have been thinking...
-May I?

Yes.

"I thought, or I dreamt,
I am not entirely sure,

that we do not have many
opportunities
in life to say what we feel,

and there are very few moments
where we know what we’re
actually feeling,

and when that happens, we are
afraid
to say it because it becomes
true.

And truth is something
that may surprise and scare us.

Now I am a little bit scared,

I am afraid to be here,
now, with you,

and see your face...

But it is also a joy to me,

a joy and a suffering

also,
both at the same time.

I don’t know if it’s true or a
dream,

it doesn’t matter,

what I am trying to say
is that I had to see you today

see you at least once,

have you look at me, don’t know,
maybe
we could try to see each other
ag..

Maybe we can see each other
from time to time,

not to be afraid to try,

I know we don’t really know each
other,

and you might think
I am completely insane,

but I believe our encounter
this summer was not just an
anecdote,

because I have lived
similar moments, stories

that didn’t mean anything
afterwards,
nothing at all,

but I feel this is different,
there is like a breeze in my
heart...

Sometimes my brain takes over my
heart,
and reason beats emotion,

but this time it’s something
I can’t control,

and that is why I felt the need
to come and tell you.

Thank you for the...

Thank you

for these words that...

I don’t know...

-I don’t know what to say.
-Relax

Look, it’s...

we had a great time,
this summer,

very nice, very pleasant

Yes, it’s true.

-Me too.
-Yes, it’s true, but...

I have my life here and...

Well...

I don’t under...

I don’t understand very well

what you want.

Me neither.

Ok.

Me neither... let’s see...

Ok.

I simply wanted you to know.

-I wanted to come her...
-May I?

-Keep it?
-Yes.

Thank you.

Just...

Nothing, be here and see you.

And tell you.
It was something I needed...

-Yes, I understand.
-...vital.

But wait a moment,

You came to Paris
just to...?

Only to tell me,
to tell me this?

Yes.

Well, I came with some friends,
right?

But yes.

Has it ever happened to you...?

-No, no, it’s just...
-...you need...

It’s a lot.

A lot...

But look, Spain is... far.

Yes, very far.

Yes, very far, it’s an...

important thing.

-Do you know Paris?
-No.

Are you staying to visit?

-Visit more things?
-Yes, well, I don’t know what
the plan is.

Do you want me...
to tell you where to go...?

-Yes...
-Directions, things to see...

-Perfect.
-things to do...

-Do you know anybody else here?
-No.

-No?
-Well, à toi.

À moi ?

But it’s nice to see you.

Yes, yes...

-It’s nice seeing you.
-Likewise. Really.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

I’ll get it.

I think the beard
is a Spanish obsession.

Maybe it’s a leftover Moorish
tradition

But...

You could have chosen
a better one, couldn’t you?

I wouldn't be so sure.

I went to Morocco last year
and everybody shaved there,

only the extremist have their
beards

Actually, that’s why I’m
shaving.

To regulate your levels of
extremism?

-Evidently.
-Sounds good to me.

How do you feel?

To tell you the truth...
very well, man.

It was pathetic but...

I feel very good.

My heart almost jumped out of my
mouth,
I started shaking...

Truth be told, what you did,
I wouldn’t be able to do, not
even drunk.

Honestly, it’s been a long time
I hadn’t felt this alive.

That’s great.

Thanks for the shirt;
I’ll give it to you later.

Keep it, it looks good on you.

Hey, we are being followed.

-What?
-It’s the singer!

Yes, can’t you hear the music?

It’s true!

The road twists
and I let myself go.

The wind strikes my head
and helps me to forget

that I made a huge mistake...

I have killed myself over a 1000
times
and I can’t seem to die.

Might be due to the glass of
ambrosia

I drank before I slept.

Or because you save me.

Now that I am traveling north
escaping from myself,

guilt is sitting next to me
reminding me: you won’t get rid
of me.

Hey, come, the water is great!

-Come!
-Ci sono i pedaló.

Come here... damn it.

Hey man, thank goodness
you shaved because...

Your beard smelled like the
Transition.

Isabel, I can’t see you
but I love you!

You know, if this were a movie,
We wouldn’t pass the Bechdel
test.

What is the Bechdel test?

You ask a movie three questions:

Are there female characters with
names?

Do these female characters with
names
talk between each other?

Do they talk about something
else besides
than men?

So, we should go.

Do I take my shirt off?

It would be too easy, wouldn’t
it?

And also a little sad,

because we would be on one side
and they would be on the other.

We go faster alone,
but further together.

That’s what they say.

Come!

It’s very warm!

Girls!

We are not leaving, right?

Shall we swim?

And I don’t have my glasses!

Great!

I could spend my life
licking my wounds

and they wouldn’t heal.

It’s best I get up and leave
this
sterile lethargy,

and begin to believe again
there might be a winning option.

I don’t care if you are smart or
stupid

I am going to love you the same.

If you appear now amongst the
fishes,

I will forgive
any of your mortal sins.

I could finally prove to you
that everything is senseless,

and paths would still exist.

I could have my palm read
six times a year,

and still don’t know where to
go.

I don’t care if you are smart or
stupid

I am going to love you the same.

If you appear now amongst the
fishes,

I will forgive
any of your mortal sins.

We will watch Italian cinema

or French, if you prefer

we will tickle each other,
and get tired of it in a month.

All my ambition is to see you,
and mess up last night,

my empty house
is your empty house and I...

am going to love you.

I don’t care if you are smart or
stupid

I am going to love you the same.

If you appear now amongst the
fishes,

I will forgive
any of your mortal sins.

I will be content
with watching life pass.

None of this will be
transcendental.

Hey, when you’ve been here 40
minutes,
it’s not that bad, huh?