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It’s another world Maryam. You'll have to get used to it.

Here, winter drives you crazy.

This is not a place to live alone.

But there are two of us.

It's true that it gives me a strange impression.

Besides you, I don't know anyone. Really no one.

And yet, everyone knows you here.

I can't imagine what spring will be like.

You will see...

With the first warm ray of the sun,

It would seem like a miracle.

There is a greenery that cannot be found anywhere else.

Here it's not like the Nubian desert

Who is frozen in time.

Basically, the relationship is correct.

This is an excellent advertising find.

The desert flea (Buggy), the 4x4,

In direct contrast to...

Civilization, the Pharaoh.

- Look over there. Let's go see. - Yes.

It's amazing how they managed to lift the temple 80 meters.

If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have believed it.

It's an Italian project.

- But ? - Yes, I speak Italian.

I studied foreign languages.

My name is Maryam.

Giorgio Martini.

And here is Mimmo. Photographer always looking for sensational material.

Here, you won't miss the colors and human material.

I see that, I see that.

You're right.

She is very beautiful.

Oh hello. The world is small.

- How are you ? - I'm having fun.

And your children?

Today they are at home. It's the holidays.

And your friend the photographer?

He is testing an off-road car.

I write for a specialist magazine...

in the automotive sector. I'm here for an advertising campaign.

For the launch of the new car.

And you haven't found inspiration yet?

Yes. In Abu Simbel. Where we met.

Of course. You would be perfect!

Pardon ?

This is the relationship I was looking for.

The off-road girl.

As a slogan, it's not so bad.

Off-road girls. have their own social function.

At least for you men.

THANKS. I appreciate the compliment but I think not.

It was just a working proposal.

I know but...

I teach and have fixed hours.

Shame.

You're very beautiful.

You will feel good with us.

This land, these people, only have small problems.

We are happy people because we know how to be satisfied with little.

The problem... The problem is that I don't know how to settle for little.

I always want the best.

What are you doing here?

I was passing.

No. This is not true. I came on purpose.

- I'll take you home. - THANKS.

Why this surprise?

It's no surprise. You expected it.

Don't cheat.

Isn't this the usual story of photographs?

What if I fell in love with you?

I don't want to think about it.

It scares me.

I prefer the love of children.

They are so spontaneous in their affection.

And they never betray.

On the other hand, no. The bottom is ugly.

Anyway, I've already made 2 rolls.

- I think that's enough. - Yes, okay. Here we go.

I'm going to go for a walk.

As soon as I return, I will go to the dark room.

I'll try to develop them before tonight. All right ?

All right. See you at the hotel.

- At eight o'clock? - All right.

- HI. - HI.

But why?

I prefer the love of children who are so spontaneous in their affection.

And they never betray.

SO ?

Here, it's a public holiday on Friday.

I'm only free that day.

Good good. That way we can see each other.

Yes. To take these famous photos.

Pardon ?

I like it.

It's a beautiful city.

A little provincial.

You know, the province is another world.

You will realize it. Life has a different rhythm.

Slower, more intimate.

We are all friends.

I'm tired of this light mink. He's such a bad girl.

Yeah, because we're good girls?

What's the connection. I don't like him anymore.

And I want to make myself a jacket like that.

See, run there.

Look who's coming.

The idiot. He brought her back here.

We are complete.

The black woman arrived too.

However. It's better than in the ad.

The boy who goes off-road is him.

- I'll take care of it. - Of course, of course.

Does your husband like niggers?

Idiot.

But tell me where you got yourself?

Around the corner, in Africa.

Voic Maryam.

- Delighted. -Pino Marchisio.

Saperlipopette, in Ravenna.

That's where I saw eyes like that.

Break !

He's a slightly crazy painter. You have to take it as it is.

No, it's me who has to take it as it is.

With those eyes, I have to paint his portrait.

Gladly. If Giorgio gives me time.

If you want to end up on a crust...

He may be a good journalist,

But he never understood anything about naive painting.

The charm of the primitive, the authentic.

The most authentic thing you have is wine.

We will come see you.

Whenever you want. You know the way.

- See you later. - I'm waiting for you.

Here they are.

health

Adriana Morganti, Maryam.

- Her husband, the gynecologist Morganti. - Delighted.

Pino Bordoni, our industrialist.

- Mara, our cover girl. - Hi.

Engineer Giraldi. With his lovely wife, Elisa.

Enchanted.

And here is our playboy, Carlo Franzero.

Fascinating and irresistible.

We don't want to know anything about her. Let us discover it little by little.

And no. It's a waste of time my dear.

The only one who will really discover it here is me.

For what ?

Because he has an advantage over us.

He is a gynecologist.

These ladies of the city have no secrets from him.

Well, I'm a lady.

Like me.

Are we going to drink?

Yes, it will be better.

- It's true that she is beautiful. - Playboy!

Today it's my turn.

All right.

Give me a digestive. For you too?

Yes thank you.

- Health. - Cheers.

She's quite pretty, isn't she?

Yes yes. But there is always the effect of the skin, the smell...

It's not racism.

I had never seen a black girl so beautiful.

A perfect face!

2500.

Thank you Mr Giorgio.

Silly ! Was I not enough for you?

Non.

No Maryam. You have to let yourself go.

Your body... Your body should almost be part of the car.

Got it.

Like that ?

Show? Yes, very good.

Grab the item of clothing.

Try not to make him move.

So.

Don't move anymore. Don't move anymore. Perfect. Go ahead Mimmo,

Grapeshot!

Here, it gets light quickly. I'm going to bed.

- Good night. - Good night.

You...

Do you have a wife in Italy?

Yes. I had one.

And I even married her.

Then we... Parted.

Divorce?

No.

I got an annulment.

Now it's like I was never married.

Then you are free.

Exactly.

And so I can court you.

For what ?

Because you are becoming very important to me.

What is it? Nervous?

A little.

There is no motive. My mother and my parents are like me, without prejudice.

I know it.

But here, everything seems more difficult.

Human relationships are colder.

Like this climate.

With us it's different.

A look, an outstretched hand,

give you a friend right away.

I hope you like Ferrara.

- Yes, thank you. - It makes me happy.

- Mom. - Yes my darling?

- How do you like my sister? - Very pretty.

Before they called me Carlo Alberto.

And now for the dentures, Rintintin.

But no. We have tea.

It is because of the Amba Aradam.

He had to open the cans of meat with his teeth.

It's not funny.

At that time, I must have been your age.

But I, in Africa, left a mark.

Me on the other hand, I brought it back with me.

About it...

I would like to tell you something very important.

Do it, my darling.

Maryam and I are getting married.

Oh my goodness, what great news.

Finally something new in this house.

I am very happy Maryam, to become your sister-in-law.

THANKS.

It would have meant more to me too.

I even wanted to do it once.

But I couldn't.

I was a career officer.

I knew a wonderful one, with eyes,...

Dad, please.

It wasn't my fault. It was a lovely piece that...

What do you want me to tell you Giorgio?

I'm happy.

- Mom ? - No thanks.

- So grandfather, do you like her? - You surprise me!

- THANKS. - THANKS.

They are going to get married. It was Paola who told me.

Come on ! I don't believe it.

If he's happy. To me, it seems impossible.

Listen, you who always go on safaris,

Is it true that they are warmer?

And how!

But you have to be careful.

Because when you do,

If you don't slow down, you don't have fun.

Because it’s all over right away.

Imagine the scam with these 2 black women.

But with Maryam, my dear engineer, it must be very different.

You all seem crazy to me.

But what is so captivating about them?

My darling, authentic beauty that doesn't come off with soap.

Of course. They don't use soap.

And don't tell me you're not racist.

Maybe, but me these black ones...

I would love to see.

Try it and you'll be done with me.

Do you know what I'm telling you?

I'm going to Africa too!

- And right away! - Have a good trip !

Hi. Not a bad show, eh?

Not bad.

Really not bad.

Yes, we are getting married. Satisfied ?

I am overwhelmed with joy.

A new acquisition, in every sense.

Let's hope it lasts.

It's not written that everything has to end right away.

Right Carlo?

Do you know what I'm telling you, Pino?

That I'm going to eat the chocolate girl.

And yeah. She knows where to start.

But she doesn't know where it will end.

One day or another, I'm going to get stuck.

Calm down, calm down. I saw her first.

Shall we bet?

- How much ? - What do you want?

But actually, what about Giorgio?

Who can care about Giorgio?

He can with your women and me...

The chocolate girl, right?

Bordoni, the Joker here is me!

And I am the ace who will take everything.

- Good night. - Good night.

You know how glasses of champagne were born...

-And why do they have this shape? - No.

It was a tribute from the King of France to his favorite,

Madame de Pompadour.

He wanted the glasses of champagne...

have the shape of her breast.

With me, he would have been disappointed.

And so to conclude this monthly meeting,

So useful for the benefits of our patronage,

Let us address our grateful thoughts to the Blessed Virgin.

And let's meet here in a month,

Ready to reach out to the poor in our parish.

I will send you your invitations. Goodbye my dear friends.

Goodbye Monsignor.

Excuse me Vittorio. Could you dedicate to me

2 minutes for something important?

Dear cousin, I am at your entire disposal.

What is it about?

- From Giorgio. - Yes, I understood correctly.

Someone told me.

She's a good girl. I have nothing to say to that.

And very beautiful. From a good family. Graduated...

- But... - She's black.

Yes.

And that's what concerns you.

No. It's not for us.

You know us.

You know our faith, our feelings...

My God, if we lived there it would be different, but here...

Dear Silvia,

All men are equal before God.

And you cannot find here what our Religion cannot give you.

- Is she Catholic? - Yes.

So what?!

If there is no stain on his morality and his feelings,

What can I tell you?

She will be a good wife.

She'll be a good mother.

And I can become a grandmother.

And a grandmother can love a mixed-race grandson.

A grandmother.

But the others?

Let others say that this is true Christian morality.

And then, I wouldn't worry any more.

Today, children are only born if their parents want them to be.

Am I clear enough, dear cousin?

In any case, may God’s will always be done.

- Amen. - Amen.

Now the house is ready.

Yes, she is ready.

The problem however is...

Where you will get married.

For what ?

You won't have the bad taste to get married at the Dome.

You already did it with the other one.

So what?

You don't know it but...

But me and your father would have loved to get married at Poggetto.

You know, this old church,

So romantic...

Right in the middle of our countryside.

You're trying to cover it up.

You're trying to ignore our marriage.

Few people who see,

Few who know, few who comment.

You won't believe that your mother...

That's exactly what I think.

And let's stop this charade. You think so too.

Be calm. The only one who will know will be the mayor.

We will get married at the town hall.

And no! Us too!

Relatives of the 1st bishop Monsignor Baudano.

But you've gone crazy!

No, I'm fed up!

I will do as I want!

But Giorgio, please.

Don't be mean.

Hi Maman, hi.

So your paintings?

“Your” paintings. When will we become friends?

We always have been. So your paintings?

It's nice to call them paintings.

It's good for real painters.

And Pino is a house painter.

Stop. It must be specified that my painting is a work of Art.

I'm the best naif in all of the Padana bass.

Not a common advertising guy like you.

Got it.

We can't joke with you.

Not on my Art.

Anyway, one who goes hunting with

red pants is disqualified from the start.

Here they are. They are all there.

There is also Monsignor Baudano. Is it Easter already?

No. I think it must be a marriage. Let's go.

My dear Giorgio, you are there too. And there is also...

Yes there is also Maryam. My fiancée.

I present to you Monsignor Baudano. We are parents.

Monsignor.

No, my daughter. Not in this place or with these clothes.

Brave girl. I hope you feel good among us.

Very good, thank you.

Saturday was tough huh?

Hi Giorgio. It's you who takes Monseigneur on the boat, understand?

I know it's my turn.

You seem tired.

It was a long night, huh?

Tell me... What does this whole story mean?

Preparation.

If she needs a bra to please you,

I can give you one.

Thanks for the offer. Maryam doesn't wear one.

Asshole!

Plan of attack against the Negress.

Dear Maryam, how are you?

GOOD.

Listen...

Don't get me wrong, but I can't wait to have you as a client.

Of course. It's so rare to have a serious doctor.

Ah! Touch !

The bet still stands?

Yes, it still holds.

It still holds.

You haven't lost your Latin. Well done.

Never !

Monsignor, let us be clear.

What do you want to address?

Yes, let's talk between men.

There are 2 things to resolve:

Which ones?

It's very simple.

The first... is fundamental.

You can't not get married in church.

Do you want them to say that your wife...

Is pagan? Muslim?

A black panther without God?

And then, where would the harm be?

The important thing is that she is honest.

All right. But the grief you would give your mother?

All right. At the church.

And the other thing to sort out.

The children.

The mixed race. Or these black people who could be born from your union.

Or it might happen overnight.

Maybe in several generations.

To those who won't expect it.

Yes. This is really a problem.

I realize this perfectly.

And I confess to you that it came to me here.

There, it never occurred to me.

Because there, black children are something logical.

A logical son.

And what do you advise me?

Catholic control?

Or the calculation of probabilities?

I am a follower of Ogino-Knaus.

I recommend this method to my followers.

But for a family,

Do you know what I'm telling you?

On the pill.

Bring back, bring back.

And there they are, they started their Boom Boom.

Who knows if one day they will grow up and stop playing war?

When my idiot husband went boom boom all day.

Well in the evening in bed, it's no longer boom boom.

But are you sure?

With me, it works well.

Come on girls. Are we going to give meaning to this day?

It's about time!

So, I have a proposition to make to you.

Obscene, as usual.

- Fuck. - Moron.

So, you don't. You neither.

You... You...

- You, Maryam! - Yes ?

Do you know what a safari is?

Maryam!

Stop !

Stop !

For what ?

Is-your fuck?

Don't do it again! Never again!

Maryam! What did you understand? I was joking!

Cannibal!

Oh, she hurt you.

Skinny huh, skinny.

And yes. She's skinny over there.

But you too... does it hurt?

This time, it ended like that.

But next time,

Next time, I'll show you how to do it.

Go ahead and light it up, like that. Aspire.

Open your eyes. Don't move anymore.

Go like this. Stop moving and look at the device.

That's it, very good.

Don't move anymore.

Move right.

Open your eyes. Like that, it's good.

Perfect.

- Hi Janet. - Hi.

I'm almost done. You will have tests this evening.

It's good. That way we can watch them together.

Yes.

- Goodbye Jannet. - Ciao.

- See you soon. - Hello Mimmo.

Come, come. Sit down.

Legs over there.

There you go, turn your head. A little further to the right.

Lower your head.

- Listen Mimmo... - Yes, one moment.

Hello.

Yes ?

Ah hello mom.

Where are you ? At 6 a.m. on Place du Dôme.

Okay, okay.

Say hello to Mario. Ciao.

However, we will not modify the other bedroom.

Of course. But if a baby were to arrive tomorrow...

- Well we'll see. - We'll see.

Because actually, it's not so bad to wait a little.

What if we wait too long and it doesn't happen anymore?

No one will die.

There are many couples without children.

And then, you love each other.

You see Maryam,

Giorgio is already 30 years old.

Let's imagine that a boy is born.

Before he graduates and gets settled, it will be another 30 years.

30 plus 30 equals 60.

It's not much, but not little either.

And if one day you were to find yourself alone,

What would you do with a son?

Do you feel capable of taking on such responsibility?

And...

And if he wasn't white,

Have you thought about it?

For this wind in which we are unconscious grains of sand,

For this river, first source of all existence,

For this sun, supreme creator of life,

I ask you, O wise man,

To grant me fertility,

To give my man a son.

Therefore Maryam, if I were in your place,

I would think twice before having a son.

Of course.

But why are you dressed like that?

It's fashionable. And be careful or I'll jump on you.

I didn't say anything. It was the girls who spoke.

What a shitty country. No one can protect their privacy.

- Especially in the woods. - Idiot!

Oh, it looks like a tram!

- Good evening. - Welcome to my house.

You go-y.

Please come in.

- And here are all our friends. - I see them.

Tonight you are exciting.

Look, Rio Carnival has arrived.

A magnificent celebration. I went there.

We no longer know where to turn with all these women.

I see, I see...

Sex!

Fishing !

- And a night of love. - With whom ?

With me!

Luckily, we have something new tonight.

- What ? - YOU.

Hey, salut Maryam.

- You are wonderful. - You too Adrianna.

You're perfect like that.

For me it was easy, a little black and that's it.

Come, let's dance.

Maryam, are you coming to the center tomorrow?

- Why don't you come see me? - Why not.

I'll show you my house.

Gladly.

Enough blablabla. It's a carnival, you have to have fun. Let's dance.

Yes she is beautiful, I'm not debating it but...

I would like to know the fool who will have the courage to marry her.

Do you allow me? It's me.

I'm sorry.

Hello, come in.

Do you like my house?

Pretty, right?

It’s clear that if I live here, it’s because someone likes me.

Someone who is useful to me. But that doesn't matter.

Let's say yes.

I only do photo modeling when it's useful.

But for your profession, it would be better to live in a big city.

It's true.

But the province offers an advantage,

When you manage to fit in among the 20, 30 people who count,

You are immediately at the top.

I was lucky.

I arrived with Giorgio,

And I feel good. They are all my friends.

No, not all.

Don't believe it.

You come from far away.

From a different world.

You see, it's like a transplant.

If you want to avoid rejection and put down roots,

You have to accept certain habits.

What habits?

Let's make some concessions.

- Are you drinking something? - Yes, thank you.

You see...

I have a friend who would like to get to know you better.

In what sense?

In the sense of the senses.

Try to understand.

With us, sex is unique and it always comes to bed.

It's just another way to pass the time.

So as not to get bored.

Ah, because you...

health

Do I stay or do I go?

Stay.

In the meantime, I'll make a call.

Give back, if I may.

- Hello Carlo. - Hello little chocolate.

Who were you speaking badly about?

Of all. She told me about certain relationships between men and women, between friends.

- As if love were... - A game?

It is Maryam.

Frivolous, fun, exciting.

Like a game.

This is why it should not be given too much importance.

But if it doesn't matter, it's not love.

It's an instinct.

And a little immoral too.

We must not exaggerate.

You take these things too seriously.

And there you have it, Carletto takes the plunge.

We'll see.

This time, blackmail won't give you as much as usual.

But yes. Can you imagine the satisfaction?

I don't like this kind of little saint.

No Carlo. It's the moral aspect of all this that I can't understand.

But here, it is not the case to talk about morality.

For us, the worst enemy is boredom.

If you want to boost the new stuff so you don't die,

Believe me Maryam, you have to look for them where you can.

For example, with someone else's wife.

Yes.

If the woman is beautiful like you, yes.

But what are you doing? Are you crazy?

- No, please, Maryam... - Let me go, let me go.

- But why? - Because I want you!

No, let me go!

That's enough! That's enough!

Enough, stop!

Maryam, Maryam!

Please Maryam, stop and listen.

Maryam, Maryam. Listen to me.

I don't know what came over me.

Maryam, Maryam, please don't get angry.

Can you forgive me? Do you forgive me?

Nothing happened.

What do I have to do with this?

She's not here. At worst, she will get angry with Carletto.

And we can laugh.

Let's just hope the shot was successful.

We will have a special evening with invitations.

So as not to bore us.

As usual.

Let's hope so.

Hi Maryam, are you here?

I'm going to Giorgio's.

But what's happening to you? Are you not well?

I'm doing very well.

You speak. You can tell everyone about these salads

the world but not to the doctor of these ladies.

Maryam, tell me what happened to you.

Nothing.

I went to Mara's house.

Got it.

Listen, don't go there anymore and if nothing embarrassing has happened,

Don't even tell Giorgio about it.

There's no point in tormenting him.

Of course.

There it is.

Hello Giorgio. I took 2 steps with Maryam because she was alone.

I'll leave her to you now and rush to the hospital.

Bye.

- You don't like Morganti, right? - It's true.

Too bad because he's your friend.

If you only knew how true he is.

So we're tied.

Of course. 1-1.

- We must take revenge. - And how.

For now, the only winner is Giorgio.

Sunday gossip.

We have the same ones at home.

Yes, but the fault lies with those who send the money to Switzerland.

With the current crisis, they are doing well.

- Too bad... - And the stock market will explode.

- Good morning. - Ciao.

It's clear that she didn't tell Giorgio anything.

Of course. Otherwise the bomb would have already exploded.

Or Maryam has an altruism that borders on total stupidity,

or it is even straighter than we thought.

You speak.

He expects us at 6:00 p.m. and is 5 minutes short.

Here I am, I'm ready.

Monsignor will excuse us for the delay.

And then isn’t he your cousin?

When a cousin is a Monsignor,

the kinship bond is important, especially for those who envy us.

I must consider myself privileged because he is the one who is marrying us?

When you have an important person in the family,

You have to know how to manage it well.

Especially in front of your neighbor.

You see my child,

You have a lot to learn.

Lots of habits... to lose.

And a lot of uses to accept.

After confessing to you, I am the one who...

without taking anything away from Giorgio,

Knows you best.

At least on a moral level.

Now I know you for what you are:

Open and sincere.

But be careful because the people around you won't always be.

Their face is one thing, their soul is another.

Do what they say but never say what they do.

Or you will make enemies.

First of all, you need to forgive yourself for this marriage.

Therefore, wait until they have accepted you definitively...

Before traumatizing them with a child.

For what ?

Because they will never forgive you for 2 things at the same time.

And you have to know how to wait with hope in yourself.

And for you, it doesn't have to be such a difficult thing.

It's just a matter of faith.

Like that.

Another one over here. Please smile.

THANKS. Yet another one.

And in the end, she succeeded.

1-0.

We'll see in the return match.

- There they are. - I was just telling Mara...

That I await your return with great impatience.

I can imagine it.

Really ?

- All my best wishes. - THANKS.

- How long do they leave? - 10 days in Cortina, I think.

It all depends on whether there is snow. They are going skiing.

I'm not telling you to write because you won't.

You know me well, don't you?

Don't worry, I will.

Can you imagine the embarrassment of this honeymoon with a black woman?

Yes but she is beautiful.

Exactly. They will all undress you in their sight.

Happy Giorgio who will undress her with his hands.

What a pig!

Here they are, our newlyweds.

You succeeded, huh?

Only you could put the rope around his neck.

I will miss you.

Either way, you know where we're going.

If you want to join us.

No, no thanks. I don't want to hold the candle.

All my wishes, all my wishes my dear children.

And have lots of boys.

But what are you doing? Are you crazy?

- No, please, Maryam... - Let me go, let me go.

- But why? - Because I want you!

For me, a man who jumps on you like that is already disqualified.

I don't mind it. On the contrary.

Too bad this rarely happens.

Perfect. Nice catch.

It's edifying.

Who will comment on it?

To Giorgio. They are going to come back from the mountain.

Why not propose to him?

I thought I didn't give him his wedding present.

- So how was it? - It was magnificent!

Ten days of sunshine.

Too bad we had to come back.

But on the other hand, Giorgio has his job...

I'm happy. You are here and we can see each other every day.

Of course. I have a lot of things to tell you.

And maybe one more.

But I have to see Doctor Morganti first.

No, really?

- Yes. Maybe yes. - It's wonderful.

No mom, no. You shouldn't tell Maryam about it.

You should have done it with me.

What do you know about our projects?

And our problems?

Or you don't consider us

big enough to solve them on their own?

Whether we will have children or not...

that concerns us.

And now, don't be unmoved. Say something!

What do you want me to tell you? You said it all!

I took care to present to Maryam the

real prospects for your future life.

This is why, accidentally,

we have touched on the children's argument.

Accidentally.

As Monsignor Baudano touched on.

What a beautiful family.

This whole bunch of hypocrites who have nothing better

to do other than minding other people's business.

If you listen to gossip,

You are no longer Doctor Giorgio Martini.

But you are the one who married the negress.

Remember that.

There, here. It's good, isn't it?

No, that's not it. Advance.

We need to find a better way.

- There he is. - Yes.

It seems here that he doesn't mind it.

She is not against it. It shows.

She closes her eyes, a feeling of pleasure,

Of enjoyment.

Yes. This one is perfect.

With this one, we can say that the lady is served.

We don't see his back. Perfect. Alright.

And the band?

A beautiful montage. This will be Giorgio's gift.

Tomorrow he will find her in his office among the carousel bands.

It could be positive but I would prefer

a more conventional analysis.

Let's wait.

I'm not asking you if you would be happy.

You just have to look at your eyes to understand it.

Yes, I want a child.

Because you see, professor,

You can always find a husband,

But you never know how much he is yours,

Whereas a son is yours, because you do.

You surprise me. I have always seen other people's children born.

Believe me, my wife never had those eyes, the eyes you have now.

How I envy your husband.

In our country, a girl who cannot be a mother cannot be a woman.

So, the man who wants to have children looks for another.

Simple, logical. I understand.

And if the other...

And if the other is already a friend's wife.

Give up.

Of course.

Anyway, if you...

Well, you know, you can count on me.

I need you as a doctor.

Maryam, I've been waiting for you for half an hour.

You didn't want to come to town with me?

But where have you been?

I went to choose shoes for myself,

at the perfume store and I couldn't find a taxi.

- Is that all? - That's all.

So I'm going to drop all this off and let's go.

No. Now it's late and I'm going alone.

- I don't understand. - There is nothing to understand.

Giorgio, your aperitif.

What do you have?

Me ? Nothing.

What are we doing this evening?

You, I don't know.

I'm going out. I have business.

I would like this moment to freeze.

I always want to be like this with you.

So what?

And then I'm going to tell you something very important.

I'm marrying you.

The problem is that I don't know how to settle for little.

I always want the best.

And that's why I need you.

You will see, with the first warm ray of the sun, it would seem like a miracle.

Here, there is a greenery that cannot be found anywhere else.

Yes I am free. So I can court you.

Because you are becoming very important to me.

Very important, very important...

What reasoning!

Do you believe that 2 people should always live together by making each other

smiles, sending each other flowers or hugging each other?

But no my dear.

Even marriage is subject to the law of disputes.

You can't appreciate sweet if you don't know bitter.

If it wasn't like this, believe me, love would be boring.

Yes, but for every argument, there is a reason.

And between me and Giorgio, I don't see any.

And yet, he has changed.

It's as if something is tormenting him.

And there you have it. For you women, there is only the problem of love.

Man can be preoccupied, sad, distracted by a lot of reasons.

And which have nothing to do with love.

Maybe... But I don't understand anything anymore.

Be calm. It will pass.

Now that my wife is back, I have to be careful.

And yes, the sterlines are hers.

Fortunately I came back because my underdeveloped husband,

When he sees a black woman, he immediately changes into a Puerto Rican.

The fraternise.

With us, black is fashionable.

But we must not exaggerate.

No, no. You weren't in Nairobi.

During our last safari,

I caught him playing golf on a black girl's stomach.

Was that his last hole?

Yes. That's why I didn't invite this lady.

I'm sorry about Giorgio but...

She is very discreet, very good you know?

She maybe, but not my husband.

And I wouldn't want him to do it again like that hunting trip.

Ah, did they tell you about it?

My dear, one should be surprised to the contrary.

They didn't invite you?

Odd. I believed that the English had overcome certain prejudices.

It seems not.

And don't let Pamela tell me she forgot.

Since she didn't know Maryam, this would have been the perfect opportunity.

Shame. I would have been happy to see you.

They are all with the Bordonis.

They didn't invite us because of me. Right?

Yes.

Stop. It's time to talk to me.

You've been behaving for days

like I did something to you.

Because you didn't do anything, right?

No. Well yes. I married you Giorgio.

And if it's your fault,

This means that you are the same as everyone else.

Or rather, worse!

There is Mrs. Morganti waiting for you.

Bring her in.

- HI. - HI.

Don't ask me why, but I knew it was time.

You know me well, right Adrianna?

If I don't know you...

SO ?

So an evening like this can happen.

It's so foggy.

The highway is dangerous, my husband has a medical conference.

And I have a house here in Bologna.

Do you remember that?

How could I forget?

- Hello Miss. - Good morning.

- Hi Maryam. - Hello, do you want a coffee?

Thank you, gladly.

And Giorgio?

He didn't come home last night.

And you make that face? But are you crazy?

With his job, who knows how many times this will happen to you again?

Yes, but I have a completely different impression.

Hello ? Ah it's you sir. Right away.

Madam, this is your husband.

Greetings Giorgio.

All right.

Got it.

- So what? - He's not coming back.

He goes to a place called Fiuggi.

- I think he's going to receive an award. -And you're not happy?

He behaves as if he has something to hide.

I don't know. Suddenly, I feel a void around me.

As if I was being pushed aside.

Madam, a telegram.

- It's for Giorgio. - Open. Maybe it's urgent.

What could this possibly be?

It's Giolli, his agent from Rome. He wants to talk to her right away.

Call him. He may only be at the Terme hotel.

Mr. Giorgio Martini? I'll pass it on to you. A moment.

Yes ?

You can tell me, I'm his wife.

Giorgio is out. Hello ?

Hello ? But who is there?

Hello ? Hello ?

- Who was it? - I don't know.

A standard error.

Now hurry up my love,

They're waiting for you for the press conference.

If you do like this...

I'll never get there.

Is that you mom?

I barely arrived.

Is Maryam at your house?

Pardon?

You looked for her too and she wasn't at home.

She slept outside.

No no, nothing. THANKS.

Hello maman. Merci. HI.

If you are looking for your wife, she is at my house, Porte Garibaldi.

Here, an advance, his portrait.

But if I were you, I'd go for the original.

And why at your place?

Because I am very beautiful, attractive and

I knock them all down with a look.

Don't be stupid.

You know very well why she came to my house.

Where could she go, poor thing?

This isn't one of your usual little ones

whores you can dump whenever you want.

They can always find a warm bed.

What do you know about what happened?

What do you know?

But shut up!

It's really you, with your suspicions about Morganti and for having listened

gossip, ended up jeopardizing your marriage like a poor idiot.

Do you want to lose that too?

What if that was the case?

And if you did, think about it.

Or was it by chance that you realized you were wrong and

Are you looking for a justification to turn back?

Deceived about what exactly?

To bring her back here. Your wedding was just in Africa.

For you, it was easy to integrate.

For her here, it's practically impossible.

Unless it mixes with the rot around you.

The truth is another.

You understood that your adventure

African was just a sunburn.

An exotic exaltation. Even if you refuse to admit it.

For what ? I ask you why.

What have I done to you to be treated like this?

I didn't ask you to bring me back here, among these people.

And I didn't ask you to

lose face in front of everyone.

What do you mean?

Don't you understand?

I'll explain it to you.

You have been with someone else.

What did you say?

That you are no different from others. You are a whore. That's all!

It's just us. I didn't want to come.

No, it's me who... Oh look, Giorgio is coming.

Giorgio I'm sorry...

Poor thing. Let's hope she pulls through.

It's consistent.

There's no better girl for going off-road.

You are still the same!

Courage ma'am. It happened.

It was just a great fright.

Now it's up to her to get back on her feet quickly.

All the exams reassure us.

You were lucky ma'am. Just a few bruises.

Even for the child there is nothing to fear.

Everything is fine.

Come Mr. Martini. Let her rest.

Hello teacher, how is she?

Nothing serious. We only keep it as a precaution.

No. There will be no complications.

Nor for the child.

It makes me happy. I am her gynecologist.

Why Maryam?

I don't know.

The road was wet, I braked.

That I know. But first.

Where were you running? What happened?

- Please, let it go. - No Maryam.

You need to talk about it. At least with me.

I don't know how it happened. At some point...

Don't think about it anymore.

Today you are going home.

Nothing bad happened.

Do you think so?

No. Something happened.

I learned to evaluate people.

Yes. It's true.

And you pay the consequences.

It was inevitable Maryam.

You are different from them.

And that's why you're so important to me.

I know it well.

You would have preferred that I lose the child.

I never said it.

But you thought it.

Yes I thought so. So what?

Do you want me to keep it?

Do as you want.

I am not responsible for your immaturity.

What immaturity?

The one who made me stupidly fall in love with you?

To follow you here, to this city.

Among these people who are only white on the outside.

Non.

The immaturity of a woman...

Who, in a new environment, was able to immediately assimilate the worst.

And who now...

makes himself pathetic with a son,

To save yourself from shipwreck.

It was you who was the wreck for me.

And me from you...

I don't want anything anymore.

Not even a son.

It reminds me of the sincere spontaneity of certain former devotees.

You see Monsignor, I did not study.

I started like that, as a joke.

To me, they look like children's paintings.

This is the best compliment that can be given to naive painters.

It was about time he had an exhibition.

We have to buy something. We cannot disappoint him.

He's so nice.

This painting is so simple that it moves you.

If you don't help him, he will always stay at a provincial level.

There's a concert tonight. Are you coming?

If it's slimming, yes.

If we don't end up in bed, it's no fun for me.

Jeans without panties, maybe it's

not hygienic but it tows hard.

He perfumes himself too much. He should not wash often.

You who go on safaris, it's true that they are warmer.

But what is so captivating about them?

Here the meaning is unique Maryam and it always leads back to bed.

You see Maryam, you have become important

for me because you are different from them.

For us, the worst enemy is boredom.

If you want to boost the new stuff so you don't die,

You have to look for them elsewhere.

What would you do with a son?

Hello ? You can tell me, I'm his wife.

And you Maryam, do you know what a safari is?

What if he wasn't white?

You have a lot to learn.

Lots of habits... to lose.

And a lot of uses to accept.

The immaturity of a woman who surrenders

pathetic with a son to save himself from shipwreck.

There's a concert tonight, are you coming?

If he is losing weight, yes.

If we don't end up in bed, it's no fun for me.

Jeans without panties, maybe it's

not hygienic but it tows hard.

You who go on safaris, it's true that they are warmer.

But what is so captivating about them?

So Maryam, are you happy?

- Thank you Pinino. - Thank you, Maryam.

You were the most beautiful model to paint.

Now everyone knows you.

Really everyone.

And I know them too.

Giorgio, Maryam won't come?

No, she prefers to be bored alone.

How cute she is.

But what a bore. In the mountains it snows, all the facilities

are closed, there is fog. What a beautiful Sunday!

Well we could go to the usual cinema, right?

Yes, and breathe the smoke of the workers.

Your wife will have nothing else, dear engineer.

But she is a Democrat.

Of course she's a democrat, she greets the concierge

So, do we wake up or not?

Let's try to do something dynamic!

The usual orgy.

I'm all for the orgy.

A rainy afternoon.

Adrianna, Adrianna, you always say:

orgy, orgy and then nothing.

And who told you?

The fact is that there is your husband.

For me, she can do whatever she wants.

Well since we're in the mood to be sincere,

why not wash our dirty laundry?

Oh yes, let's play the truth game.

What a bore!

Perfect. It will be very useful to me.

And what for?

To know your latest smut.

You know, I wasn't there for 2 months.

I have the right to update myself, right?

So remember:

Write in capital letters because the response must be anonymous.

It doesn't matter if male or female.

I'm asking who of you slept with Maryam.

Giorgio, you don't need to answer because we already know.

You have to tell the truth.

- The whole truth. - Yes.

Since I have done my duty as a friend and confessed,

I salute you.

I have a patient in my clinic who needs me.

How ? A Sunday?

My dear, so many women make love on Sunday,

It may happen that some give birth on a Sunday.

- I salute you. - Ciao.

"I didn't".

"I didn't".

"I didn't".

"I didn't".

But is it possible?

- But then, excuse me but... - "I didn't".

Non.

No, but what did you guys do?

But if you didn't lie, Maryam would be some kind of virgin.

It's not his fault but yours.

You haven't tried.

Sincerity for sincerity, I tried.

But it messed up.

She had bitten me.

And me on the other hand...

Like him.

And I filmed everything.

I swear it's true.

The fog is clearing.

Now it's too late.

At the airport.

Translated by a passerby November 2016