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Then he stared at me in silence,
for a very long time.

- Didn't he say anything?
- Nothing. He stared at me in silence.

Because he's crazy.

You're the one who didn't speak.

No, actually, I spoke and I said to him:

"What were you doing...
what were you thinking, there all alone?"

And he replied: "I don't
want to make you sad".

For once he said something sensible.

Then she replied: "That seems unlikely".

I don't want to make you sad.

That seems unlikely.

I was thinking about another party,
when I was a kid.

I had brought a cake,

my mother made it with so much love,

to give to these very rich children.

I remember that I also got
the wrong entrance.

I remember these very long,
very long corridors, full of...

of strange people.

At first I didn't understand,

They were playing football
with my mother's panettone.

Are you saddened?

No.

Maybe you're insensitive?

Maybe.

You, any bad memories?

I...

No, nothing comes to me.

She was very worried
because she didn't have bad memories.

I didn't want to appear
superficial. It's a bit

childish not to have
bad memories, isn't it?

No wait, wait, maybe I have one.

When my grandfather died.

He wanted to die on a tree, and...

it was...

No, but that's not possible,

it was probably under the tree.

I don't know why I
remember it like that.

Because memories lie.

- Yes.
- Making things beautiful that weren't.

Otherwise, life would be unbearable.

In my opinion, no.

I don't think it's the memory
that embellishes things.

I think, they were already
beautiful before, and maybe we...

only realize it after some time
because we weren't paying attention.

Everyone screaming...

a color that was spreading...

I always thought it was an urban legend

that the pee gets colored.

What do you mean?

I'm sure you're right,
there were pools like that.

I guess they banned them.

For privacy.

Do you know that
what you said struck me?

I remember thinking:
"Maybe I'm the one who sees...

these colored pees
where there are none,

and the world is not as bad as I think."

You are the angel who makes pee uncolored.

Even if it doesn't seem like it,
that's very romantic.

We don't even know each other's names.

Do you know what I like about you?

That you're happy, but you're not stupid.

Sounds good to me.

Everything sounds good to you.

Everything is good, right?

You know, maybe I don't have
good memories because...

nothing good enough
has ever happened to me.

Then...

let's try to fix it.

It will never be this good again,

you know?

No, I don't.

Let's end it here, before the poetry
becomes mush.

Over time, everything becomes "whatever".

This way everything will remain a marvel.

Here it is, maybe this is
my first bad memory.

Of course you were really crazy.

You don't say those things.

I said he was. In fact
now he doesn't always

talk about death,
about hanging himself...

Enough.

Usually, this girl is
always cheerful. I don't

know what's wrong
with her. What's wrong?

Nothing, sorry,
I was thinking about an exam.

Anyway enough with this story
that I'm always cheerful.

It's difficult, Physics...

Physics no, it's wonderful.
There's... there's a...

The first time you told me,
it was a single flower.

The rest of the bouquet
has grown over time.

Madam!

And the poetry, and the mush...

- And then you die, I thought.
- Of course.

- It's him.
- Someone we don't know?

Yes.

- He appeared at this window here.
- Did you get in through the window?

No, I did not get through the window.

That's enough!

But it's the truth, sorry
we weren't playing chess,

it always starts like that, right?

Tell them the theory of
when we were children.

And now?

Now when?

Now, when I say this.

Ah, it was in the past when you said it.
The present doesn't exist.

Yes, now.

Listen, it was before, not now.

I'm sorry, the present doesn't exist,
it's an illusion.

But that's terrible.

Maybe this is you, right?

You told me you took
a vacation around here.

Doesn't this place remind you of anything?

That would be nice,
but it would be too much of a coincidence.

Anyway, in my opinion it's wrong,

it sounds right but it's wrong,
maybe you can have doubts about the rest,

about the past, about the future,

because where are they, do you see them?

But the present...

perhaps only that exists.

The Visigoths of Fritigern,
allied with the Alans,

at least from what
Albano Marcellino reports,

they found themselves clashing with
the imperial army of the valiant Valente.

The first time was in school.

- Then there was the physicist.
- Yes.

And then there was the one this summer.

No, but that was... so.
He was just handsome.

- Just handsome?
- Yes.

He was a bit... a bit dumb.

- And what about you?
- Me?

Me... not much.

The first was in middle school.

But basically, the first real one
was a Greek student.

Then there was one time, with another...

Okay.

It was while I was with the Greek student.

Then an artist.

She made...

necklaces with...

with sanitary pads.

Things like that.

Then that's it.

Ah, no, no, then there was...

God, what's her name?

What do I know? I dunno.

Forget it.

- Are you done? Done done?
- Yes.

- Yes?
- Yes yes.

Which was most important?

None were important.

Guys, let's go, the fog stopped rising.
I'll take you to a place...

"I'll take you" did he say?

We can also go dancing tonight,
if we hurry.

No, I don't want to dance.

You two are a lovely couple.

Oh really?

Do you think that this one, in two months,
has told me anything?

I don't even know if he has grandparents.

Do you have grandparents?

I have a grandmother,
you know her, right?

His grandmother is very nice,
he doesn't resemble her at all.

- You never told me that.
- Of course I did.

No, you didn't, impossible.

I'm going to tell my
parents we're leaving.

Bye.

Excuse me if I interrupted,
I was just a little intimidated,

your sculptures are truly...

It's useless, I've asked him for years
and he never made me model.

It's because you are ugly.

It's not true!

Remove your clothes.

Even the shirt?

Dad, come on...

I'm sorry.

With Marco, in boarding school,

- we did a kind of theater workshop.
- Like?

Like... they lined us up and
we had to imitate what the first one did,

things like that.

I also have an aunt, three cousins...

- Go away!
- Come on, sorry...

But where is she going?

You would say goodbye like that?

Now you use your imagination.

Why do you always have to be an asshole?

Did he tell you that we used to come here
with those from boarding school?

A little, yes.

This nostalgia thing... I never got it.

Me neither, but I'm learning it a bit.

- You're an astrophysicist, aren't you?
- Not really, not yet.

- What about you?
- I studied to be a journalist,

but actually I'm a tour guide.

And did he tell you the school dog story?

- No, I missed that.
- Ah, that's why you're still together!

- Guys, what do we do, let's go?
- Whatever you want.

- Maybe I'll try to come back.
- Come on.

Let him tell you the
story of the dog though!

If he wants to tell me...

Will you tell me or not?

Wait a minute, I'll go check something.
I'll be right back.

But is that the same day
your father made the joke?

Yes.

There was the fog?

Yes, then you disappeared,
and Marco was there...

We went to the spa,
the water was very hot.

Are we here?

Almost.

Do you know that the custodian
no longer remembers my parents?

Then it seems that
another family lived there...

But don't we look like
we'll waste their time?

- No.
- Maybe a little bit, yes.

But when you speak, you have to
make them believe that we want to take it,

ask those questions about the apartment,
about heating. Look look!

There was always a puppeteer here.

- Here in the middle?
- No, maybe not quite here.

- That wasn't there.
- No?

No.

Look how small it is,

it shrunk.

Then all this light wasn't here.

I'm going to smoke a cigarette.

This fucking loft.

You're crazy.

I froze the dog here.

What?

He was dead, I didn't want him to rot.

I felt sorry, I loved him.

Maybe that's why they sent me
to a boarding school, among those madmen.

Marco.

How nice you are.

- Doesn't that scare you?
- No.

- Your friend says it's a horrible story.
- Who?

Marco.

- My friend?
- Eh.

No, anyway it doesn't scare me at all.
In fact, you know what? I admire you.

For us, when the dog died,
we threw it in the garbage

and we got another one the same day.

But fresh, not frozen.

Anyway it's beautiful, I like it.

Shall we take it?

What do you mean, shall we take it?

You mean... to live here, you and me?

I don't know,
you want to be with someone else?

No, but let's say it was a joke, that...

we were time wasters,

right?

If then the poetry becomes mush,

sour.

- We'll take it.
- What?

We'll take it.

We'll take it.

- We'll take it.
- We'll take it.

Glory to God!

Yes, we'll take it.

You're sure, yes?

Oh my God,

no! I crushed this mosquito!

We stole a bear once
at the village festival.

- A bear?
- A stuffed bear, but it was gigantic.

And how did you stay friends with Marco?

One time he came up with something,
and I got a kiss.

Maybe because of that.

"When you get tired of being up there,
you will change your mind."

"I'll never change my mind!"

"You'll see as soon as you get down."

"Then I will never get down!"

"And he kept his word ..."

How many things have
we experienced before?

Me and you?

But also...

in general.

We're not even a thousand years old.

It would take another lifetime
to remember it all.

Maybe soon we won't die anymore,

and we'll have plenty of time to remember.

But if you live forever,
though, I don't know how much

sense it makes to spend
all your time remembering,

and then other memories accumulate,
the problem arises again, right?

Well, but maybe they will invent
a way to store them.

- Store them?
- Yes, so we don't miss anything.

No, I don't know if I like that,

memories are so beautiful.

Yours, maybe.

And then when we no longer die, we will
live in this city that is also a forest,

which will have the best of both,

and we will be a new
civilization, happy, always.

All this optimism?

Your fault.

I don't know. Ultimately, things are
beautiful because you know they end.

No.

Things are less beautiful
because we worry that they will end.

That's it.

No, I don't know. No!

Or maybe yes, maybe you're right.

I'm going now.

I mean, I'm going away.

We understood.

What should we do?

Call the marching band?

Bizarre.

But when you came in, did you have it?

I did repetitions.

Food...

I got the mail...

I don't remember!

Whatever, I'll survive.

Does it feel strange to be in this house?

A little strange, yes.

But good strange.

You?

Are you happy?

What's up?

No, nothing. Something
that made me a little sad.

Seriously, it's stupid.
I don't even want to tell you.

Up to you.

Moving on.

- Bye, professor.
- Great, take care.

Who was this, I don't remember?

What? No idea.

It's very famous, I
can't recall the title.

Nothing, I don't know.

Come on, let me concentrate
two minutes, please,

someone else will come soon.
I have to finish this.

Is that idiot coming?

He's not an idiot, he's bored.

You said he's stupid.

If he's bored with you, then he's stupid.

Come on.

Come on, please.

Nothing? He was a former priest,
we spoke Latin.

I swear this story doesn't
mean anything to me.

Come on, are you upset?

A little bit.

For me, it was one of our best memories.

Sorry but, did I speak
to him in Latin too?

Yes, this was the Tertullian expert,
we started...

What?

What's the matter?

I'm confused.

It wasn't you, sorry.

Well, never mind, it's
not serious, it happens.

No, it's serious, I'm sorry.

- There are more serious things.
- Yes, there are more serious things,

but that was terrible.

- That was monstrous.
- Monstrous, even?

So Bogart and Bergman stay together?

- No!
- Why not?

- No!
- Why the hell not?

No, she leaves with her husband.

He stays with the Frenchman and tells him:

"I think this is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship".

Do you think that in a Hollywood movie,
she would leave with another man?

Of course, that's her husband.

You're too romantic. You're becoming me.

He stays with the French commissioner.

- With the man?
- Yup.

That's why he says:
"No one is perfect".

You're so stupid.

But listen,

in your opinion,

is ours becoming a
beautiful friendship too?

Meaning?

You know, a friendship. Beautiful,

but a friendship.

No, because...

No?

Maybe in a way, yes.

So yes?

But in a way...

it's beautiful, particularly in love,

it's normal for other things to take over.

Then friendship is a beautiful thing.
A beautiful friendship, right?

I'm saying, it's normal
for things to change,

which is a beautiful
thing, that they change,

right?

- What's up?
- I got a little cold.

But where are you going?

Make friends with him.

- Will you stop?
- Stop what?

- Come on, please, will you stop?
- Stop what?

- Being down.
- I'm not doing anything.

- Exactly, you're down.
- You think?

Is there still room?

Let's hug, come on.

Hello?

You'll see that it's not
something serious, cheer up.

Let's go.

I can't stay here.

She'll understand, my mother.

Come on, we just got here.

I know, but I can't do it.

I'll light the fireplace, we can eat.

Come on then.

Okay, if you want to stay here alone.

Stay, there's this good smell of death
that you like so much.

Okay? Okay.

I'll tell you a little more, alright?

Because I can't, with him.
I must always be cheerful.

Is that you?

Look how cute you are!

No, these tapes aren't mine.

Sure.

No, they belong to the
tenant who was here before.

I'm going to finish the translation.

Come on, no, come on,
let's watch a bit, okay?

Come here.

Who knows what effect it has on someone
to see oneself again.

Should we call the landlady later?
Maybe she still has the number.

Huh?

Maybe they're dead.

And why should they be dead, sorry?

You know how it is, people die.

Yes, I know very well.

Sorry.

But didn't you like that?

Handsome and tortured?

Maybe I changed.

Well, I'll take advantage of this pause
to take these things off.

Yes, sorry. I came here
without warning, without...

Don't mention it!

You want some wine?

Yes thanks.

There's only red.

Alright. But this house?

It was my grandmother's.

At first I wanted to redo it,
but then I gave up.

I started to like it like this.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

I'll tell you a story now,
as a distraction.

Marco,

these poems are shit.

I'm sorry.

You see? It just seems like
everything can actually be bad.

Would you like to read me one?

"This morning I dried
a cat with a hairdryer",

is the title.

I already like it.

This morning I dried
a cat with a hairdryer,

I'd seen him before,
but never let him in,

too dirty and sick,
and besides, I was busy.

A bad cat, a street beast,

a life of rain and cold in the fur.

But this morning,

wet and miserable,
it moved my heart,

wet and miserable for you.

So I sheltered him,
while it was raining outside,

and since he sneezed,

I made him warm.

It's rather good.

- He was jealous, I tell you.
- I was young...

No, it's good.

I didn't imagine you writing poetry.

- Do you have others?
- Yes, but...

- This one?
- Not this one...

- Why?
- It's the worst.

I'm gonna go.

Thanks for the wine,

and sorry again for dropping by like this.

It's just that I was in the area.

I'm going, bye.

What was I doing to you?

You were already naked.

No, you undressed me.

And then?

Then,

and then...

And then?

And then that's it, come on,

enough, I don't like this game anymore.

- Why not?
- No.

How do you not like it anymore?
We always have.

Exactly,

now it makes me a little sad,
it doesn't turn me on anymore.

- What wrong?
- Sad?

It's not sad, it's romantic.

Yes but...

maybe we can change the game.

Why?

Why...

because the past is the past, right?

Let's leave it alone for a while,
it might run out.

I'm not in the mood anymore, sorry.

If you want, I'll help you.

What are you doing?

- I'll do it for you.
- No.

Alright. Let's talk a little then?

Talk about what?

Us.

Come on, otherwise things
will burrow inside.

What things?

Things...

Things, what things?

Yesterday I went to Marco's

- and...
- Did you fuck him?

No, I talked to him.

But you wanted to, a little?

- No.
- A little, yes. Come on.

Do you know what,
maybe a little bit, yeah?

Yes, maybe if I think about it,
I wanted it a little.

We should break up.

- Are you stupid?
- Do you see how things are going?

- No, I don't see it.
- Yes, you see it.

You see?

- Where are you going?
- Where am I going?

I'm going to my parents'.
Fuck you, to my mother's.

I'll take you.

No need.

No need, really.

Wait, I'll take you.

Wait for me, I'll take you!

Let's go, come on.

It's not our fault.

It started ending when it began.

But good strange. 552a.

You? Are you happy? 552b.

We'll take it!

I'll light the fireplace, we can eat.

You know we'll lose the
intimacy we have now?

Are you happy?

Hey, this is my answering machine.

What's in here?

Uh, I don't know.

- No come on, I don't want to.
- Come here.

- Sorry.
- No, don't...

It was good.

Yeah.

Oh,

do you often bring girls here?

- I know how it is...
- Where are you going?

Where am I going,
to study for your exam.

Come on, stay a little longer.

Alright.

The Assyrian empire
instead falls in 604 BC

and follows Nebuchadnezzar
II, who is then

opposed by a
Phoenician-Egyptian coalition,

anyway, then it clashes in the battle
of Karkemish, in precisely 604 BC.

Listen,

do you mind if someone
else gives your exam?

It doesn't feel right, really.

- It doesn't feel right?
- No.

And you couldn't have
thought of that before?

I thought of it now, sorry.

I was getting miserable,

and so this morning
I came looking for you,

you are...

the least miserable thing I remember.

Now with the kids too?

I have a dirty, drug addict daughter.

Fuck.

What if I come see you?

Wherever you want,

at the lake, at the sea.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Do I know you?

Ah, you're the fruit seller's son, right?

God, sorry,

what are you doing here?

Sorry, there's a huge mess in here.

Don't worry.

Come in, come in, so...

the house is all here.

- Can I?
- Go, go.

There's a baby.

I have two of them.

You?

No.

Now I remember you well.

I think I also have a poem of yours
somewhere.

There was a cat, right?

Yup.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What did you come here for?

What were you looking for?

I was looking for...

a little bit of poetry.

With me?

It's just that I was getting miserable,

and so I came looking for you,

you're the least miserable thing
in my life.

I also came a few...
a few years ago.

There was a lot of fog.

But it was a different time, it was a...

a good time.

Do you want to tell me the story?

You want to hear it?

I wouldn't have asked you, otherwise.

I met this girl

and in the beginning it was all a marvel,

I didn't think I could live such a thing.

And then?

And then...

and then a lot of little cracks.

And when those things happen
it means that...

it's no longer like before,

perfect.

That's normal.

Maybe it's just me who thought
it was a big deal, like with you,

- I thought...
- No, that's different.

For example, I don't have all those
good memories with you.

Call her.

Maybe bring her some flowers...

What are you thinking about?

What's on your mind?

So? What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking...

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

I'm thinking about how much fun
I've been having since I've been with you.

Something's vibrating.

Keep going.

Wait a second.

Five minutes, five minutes
and I'll be back. Excuse me.

For you.

Listen,

I understand it seems to you now that
everything was beautiful,

but it's because you don't want to think
you've wasted all that time.

So you were right to leave,

you don't have to tell yourself

- that everything was perfect.
- No.

No, no, sorry, wasn't it you who said that

something is already
beautiful while it happens,

- not just later, when you remember it?
- Yes,

yes, yes, I said that, but I was wrong.

I know, sometimes
it seems like that to me too...

- but no, it's just nostalgia, really.
- No,

it's my fault,

I was down.

I got sad, yes, it's true!

But now, for these past months,

look, look, look at this!

Look!

Right? Look!

Hey.

I love you,

but...

I'm not in love with you anymore.

I don't love you anymore.

Listen,

we were never really good together.

It doesn't seem like it to you now,

but it's always wrong to go back.

I barely recognize you anymore.

It's normal, time passes.

I'm sorry, but you're a little pathetic,
can you please pick yourself up?

You're a little pathetic,
please stand up.

You used to say I was deep.

You weren't deep, you were sad,

and you'll stay sad, and I don't want
to ruin the rest of my life.

It's called the passage of time.

I love you.

I'm not in love with you
anymore.

I don't love you anymore, I don't love
you anymore, maybe I've never loved you.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

- Bizarre.
- Huh, yeah.

When the dog died,
we threw it in the garbage

and we got another one the same day.

Enough!

Augustus,

Tiberius, Caligula,

Claudius, Nero,

Galba, Otone,

Vitelli.

Vespasian, Titus, Domitian,
Nerva, Trajan, Hadrian,

Antoninus Pius, Marcus Aurelius,
Lucius Verus, Commodus, Pertinax,

Didio Giuliano, Septimius Severus,
Caracalla, Geta, Macrino, Diadumeniano...

Maybe it's like you said,
it's poetry that has become mush,

for me at least, it is.

Hello, Marco.

Then he took me for a ride to the beach.

Was it you who took the initiative?

No, see, you weren't so limp back then.

- And then you ...?
- Basically...

Marco.

Marco.

Marco.

- Really?
- Yes!

He's crazy!

He was burying a dog!

Crazy!

It's strange.

What?

Everything.

Oh, yeah.

So,

What do we do with this
nice rest of Sunday?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Of course, lazy!

Well you'll die anyway.

I'll have a coffee.

Are you looking for
something in particular?

Perfume, but I don't remember the name.

Is it for the girlfriend?

This is a little fresher.

That smells a little like coconut.

I like this a lot,
it's what I use.

And stop.

No, prof, wait!

- Please.
- Come.

Usually it's more orderly...

anyway I'll tidy up.

Can I help you?

What?

- You need something?
- No, no, no.

I was... do you live here?

Yes, it's my home.

I used to live there a few years ago.

Do you want to go up?

Do you remember the guy who came

asking us to see the apartment
some time ago?

He also said he lived here, didn't he?

Sorry, who came?

A guy came
and asked us to see the apartment,

because he lived here twice:

as a child and then as an adult.

Do you remember when he came?

It would be a year,

- at most two.
- Even less, Cinzia.

Yes, hello?

Yeah!

Hi.

Hello.

- I think they're waiting for you.
- I wasn't expecting to see you here.

No shit.

Come on, make the effort.

You're crazy, by the way.

You look well.

Yeah? I am well.

It shows, it shows.

I'm very well.

It's also a little thanks to you.

I learned a few things.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

For example?

To be well,

to not have to look back,
to not pretend too much.

Not pretend too much?

I don't think I ever said that.

Anyway, I learned a lot, too.

For example?

For example,
I became very good at being sad.

Yes, it's also a little thanks to you.

But, if you hadn't called me,
I wouldn't have...

ever thought to invite you.

No look, I didn't even
have your number anymore,

I'd deleted it, I'd been good.

Only then I remembered.

Yeah...

And why did you come?

Because I was wrong,

I thought...

look, I don't know what I was thinking.
I was wrong, I was wrong.

Bye!

Oh yeah?

That's awesome.

Yup,

what?

Oh... no, no, oh...

why not, of course.

Listen, tell me what day it is, yes,

if you tell me the day I'll mark it,
let's see if I can...

be there, okay?

No, no, of course you should, why not?
No, look, I'm glad I can, yeah.

I just have to figure out if there are...

Yes, so maybe it won't be years again
before we see each other.

How's your mother?

Like usual.

What were you doing at the cemetery?

- Me?
- Yeah.

I was just walking.

What a question, of course.

Isn't it a bit early for the fireworks?

They celebrate the year ending.

Surely...

you could have chosen another place?

Terribly nostalgic.

Did you tell her?

What?

That you married her
on the island where we met.

No, I didn't.

So...

how are you?

- Me?
- Yes.

Good enough...

she's gone, but good enough.

Oh,

but why?

Because she wasn't stupid.

- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

No, of course.

How are you?

Me? I'm fine.

Yes, I'm doing well.

I rented a small house,

cute, very bright and cheerful.

I'm teaching, you know,
I'm happy, I'm fine.

It was nice to see you, to meet.

Yes for me too.

Bye.

You have to know how to make concessions.

Without pretending too much,
knowing how to be satisfied,

that's how it goes, right?

Are you at least a little happy?

What were you doing at the cemetery?

I think a little snow was falling.

- No.
- Yes.

If you say so.

And when you were
talking about the forest city?

When we no longer died,
would you always be happy?

Come on, the memories would be stored!

How did you come up with that?

Nothing, I realized that
we're in the future now, and...

so I thought about it.

Well, it had to arrive too, right?

What?

The future,

after all that present.

But the idea of storing memories was nice.

What a pity,
all those memories that have been lost.

What happened to them?

I don't know,

what happened to them?

Poof.

Oh yes,

Poof.

Poof.