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My name is Nicole.

My life has been quite fun on the one hand,

but very dark on the other.

My name is Veet Sandeh, I am 57 years old.

I have chosen to be free

and freedom comes at a high price.

My name is Porpora

and I am a rebel, a die-hard dreamer.

My name is Sofia, but everyone knows me as "The Popess".

Here I am, the youngest.

My name is Mizia.

I have always been someone who is in the middle.

With no regrets for choosing one path over another.

THE FABULOUS ONES

FOR SALE

Hi Porpora, it's me.

I need to talk to you, something happened.

I don't know how to tell you...

But today while I was cleaning the house,

I found something that I haven't seen for a long time.

Guess what? A letter from Antonia.

A letter she left me many years ago.

Porpora, call me right away, before I die of anxiety.

We must see each other, it's important.

Nicole, dear, can you make it to the villa?

Do you remember the address?

What do you mean, "do you remember the address"?

Okay then, I'll take a taxi and join you.

Nicole.

Nicole!

Are you coming up or do you want me to come down?

No, I'm coming up this time!

Porpora!

You've changed!

You haven't changed at all, you are just as I remembered you.

Of course...

Half woman and half not.

We have grown old.

Do you let yourself be hugged now?

You have always been a bit cold.

Has anything changed in your life?

- Blimey! You have changed! - How so?

- A few wrinkles... - Oh, wrinkles! We have aged, my dear!

- And what can we do about it? - Wrinkles...

The wrinkles of destiny!

- They match the folds of your skirt. - Come on now...

Oh man...

I feel very emotional, my voice is trembling.

- Watch out for the dust. - Ah, the dust!

I can't believe it!

This was the room where we transformed ourselves

and put on clothes to look fabulous.

This closet was our spaceship which took us to distant worlds.

This closet... Have you opened it yet?

I have been waiting for you.

What about the letter? Did you bring it?

Yes, it's here!

Anyway, I have to tell you about the dream I had.

Antonia was here. Here, where I am right now.

She was talking to me, it was very real.

She was saying something to me but I didn't understand.

She was very beautiful, as always,

but she told me about her green dress.

This dress... so many memories.

Can you remember? We gave it to her.

How beautiful she was when she was wearing it,

walking like a goddess.

Oh God...

- It's the stole... - She wore the stole... Fantastic.

- She had such great taste. - Yes.

- A beautiful gait. - Even when dealing with animals.

I remember when I met her,

she had a black and white spotted Great Dane, which was called...

- Izachi. - Izachi!

And she walked him around as if she were the Tsarina.

Oh, I loved this one!

How beautiful! Its perfume reminds me of many things.

Fortunately, time has not erased everything.

Put it on, put it on.

On the contrary, time makes things visible,

it does not erase them.

Look! How beautiful!

Well, now I've become a little... old.

Look, there's still the burn, Porpora!

Do you know who did it?

Massimina!

Oh again, don't tell me you're pissed off about that burn again, come on!

Oh sure, she did it on purpose!

Come on! That evening she was upset.

She was suffering because Giulio, her boyfriend, broke up with her.

She got wasted, but you keep saying she did it on purpose...

- She was upset. - Yeah, whatever...

She was irritated.

- Her double life... - Obviously.

At the time, she went with men who were even married,

or engaged, with children, go figure...

Of course, men were like hermit crabs.

Yes, dear.

You know the hermit crab, it retires immediately.

Sorry, but...

But look, how much dust!

It's all cloudy in here. One cloud after another.

Haven't you been here ever since?

No, Nicole. I never came back.

- I even put it up for sale. - Oh really?

Of course I put it up for sale.

Several times, not just once.

And every time someone showed up, I just couldn't.

I couldn't do it, I couldn't sell it.

And Giovanni, clearly, came to my mind.

Oh, how kind he was, I...

- He also had a lot of money. - He was rich, yes, I remember.

As we used to say at the time, gentlemen who fed us.

So much money circulating at that time!

- He left it to us... - And we enjoyed it!

I remember when I first went out on the streets to sell flowers.

December 8, 1980.

The day of the Immaculate Conception.

Do you remember the stage name? Jula.

- Right, like Jula de Palma! The singer! - Jula!

Jula. Good money...

We could really afford anything...

There was a lot of demand and there wasn't much supply.

There weren't many of us, so there was a lot of money.

And let's not forget that we came out of the 70s,

the years of the sexual revolution.

And people were... how can I put it?

They wanted to try, they wanted to discover.

They needed to break taboos.

This is how it was at the time.

We were wanted. Even by the police, we were wanted.

Absolutely, we were followed! I was always followed by the police!

Men... Men have always shown an image of themselves...

- But then they wanted another one. - They wanted another one.

Yes, of course.

We were the social safety nets of the time.

Yes, because, after all, what is it that they liked?

- What did they like? - They liked the "pitingone".

They came to us because we were fabulous, but they wanted the "pitingone".

We had to stay there and perform either the drama or the comedy.

It's true. We were always in the spotlight.

Because if we showed ourselves, even for a moment,

doing something ordinary...

- Oh no, we couldn't do it... - We would fall into normality.

And we didn't want to be normal.

We always wanted to be special!

And we would give them our specialness!

I remember a quote

by a poet, Alfonso Gatto, from the 1970s...

He once wrote...

"Death must be reached alive."

You live your life only if they allow you to.

But they didn't let Antonia reach the rest of her life alive.

We knew it would end this way...

It is heartbreaking. A huge shame.

He was such and handsome man...

What an end! A huge pain. The mother is completely distraught.

Not a transvestite, he was a trans.

He was such a handsome man.

She hadn't undergone surgery...

She hadn't undergone surgery... It was well known.

- Everybody knew. - What a gift!

Such a shame.

It's Aunt Antonietta, do you remember?

Yes, she knew, she was the only one.

That's the brother, yes, the older brother.

He too is ashamed.

What a disgrace.

We knew it would end like this.

Shame, shame.

His poor mother... Seeing her son dressed as a woman.

How much pain she had to endure because of his tricks.

Luckily they dressed him as a man.

She was broken, poor woman.

She is the aunt, the aunt.

It's a disgrace for all of them. It was such a good family.

Look at the flowers...

So much dust.

- Porpora. - Please, Mizia, I'm scared.

- Come on, get over these fears! - Of course, look what a disaster...

You still play the part of the child, even if you are 50.

I'm not 50!

Tremble, tremble, the witches are back!

How long it's been since I've last seen them?

Porpora told me right away.

I want to have a seance. I want to try.

And to do this, it was necessary that all of us were there,

the friends of a lifetime.

No, no, I'm scared, girls. It was nice to meet you, I'm going...

- Come on! - No, don't pull me, I'm afraid.

Stay close to me.

They're not there.

- No... please. - Let's go upstairs.

- I need to pee! - Here we are!

Are you there? Gorgeous!

Ladies! Fabulous! Finally, we were waiting for you!

Hola!

- Hello, fabulous! - My goodness, Sandeh.

- Oh, darling. - You have all arrived, beautiful.

What a joy to see you! Porpora!

Our rock star with her biker jacket. You have a fixation.

- Yes, I have. - Oh God!

Our Patti Smith.

Superb, always wearing your biker jacket, isn't it?

You really have a fixation.

This dress, Missoni? You are still slim.

Aunt Nicole! How are you? I missed you.

Look who's there! I didn't see you there!

You look well.

- Great! - You haven't changed.

I have to go pee, sorry!

Yes, go. It must be prostate problems!

- Sweetie, you look great! - But let's introduce these little girls!

- What's her name? - Her name is Nana.

And mine is called Blue.

- Is it a girl? - Yes, it is.

This one too, half a woman and half not.

- Got it? - Just like her mother.

Of course.

Ladies! Gorgeous!

You are even worse than I remembered!

- The Princess. - She is here! Brigitte Bardot!

Where is the sugar, girls?

You didn't bring it. You only brought the coffee.

But, you know, I am always equipped.

Please, tell me a little about you, tell me.

The chaos of our lives led me to find myself,

to travel for many years in India.

My body is a political act.

Whenever I leave the house, my body is a political act

because I expose myself to judgement, criticism and violence.

I have chosen to be free and freedom comes at a high price.

I am the youngest, here.

I admired them when I was just starting out.

I loved these girls who were already legends.

They were beautiful, they were already part of the trans constellation.

I always had it easier thanks to them.

They are, have been and always will be legends.

I have very specific memories around this table.

Apart from the one I have of Antonia, which has always stayed with me.

We used to see each other around this table before and after.

Before going down to practice the honest profession.

- Do you remember? - Very honest.

Honest, very honest.

And without that, girls, we wouldn't have made it.

Without that, we wouldn't be here talking, let's face it.

Prostitution has remained a trademark for years.

When people said trans, they said prostitution.

And for years we've been trying to shake off this stereotype.

My point, however, is that if it were not for prostitution,

which allowed us, has allowed us to survive in a world that didn't want us,

that didn't conceive our survival...

Without prostitution, we would not be here today.

The client can be my husband, my son, my father, my grandfather.

I myself was a protagonist,

a protagonist of the world of prostitution.

I went through it and I let it go through me.

Today, I understand and assert

that it was not only a powerful means of survival,

but also an exuberant and joyful experience.

My life is now dedicated to full-time activism

and it takes up most of my life.

The fun in prostitution

lies in being able to manage one's own time.

Because we, unlike other categories, did not have protectors.

There were no so-called pimps.

Because pimps, being chauvinists, they didn't...

They didn't want or could not, according to their logic,

exploit or control other men, as we were considered.

So from that point of view, we were free

from working time, the structured time.

One of the few certainties I have

is that of...

is that of my love for my daughter.

I am not a cold person.

But, perhaps it is my limit, I don't know how to define love.

I don't know what it is.

If you ask me "What is love to you?", I don't know, I can't tell you.

But that set of...

of emotions, sensations,

that reasoning that I have

towards my daughter...

I have never experienced with anyone else.

So if that's love,

then I can say that my daughter is the only woman I love.

I remember I was looking for the light,

but I was looking for it in the wrong places.

And, indeed, it wasn't always the right light.

Then, I remembered this very incredible thing.

When I was little,

I could dress like a woman,

I could put my sister's things on only when I was sick.

If I was sick, I could wear and ask for anything.

So I looked forward to being sick.

Anyway, I want to tell you something.

I met the man of my dreams.

He loves me and I love him.

And we're getting married!

- Too bad! - Yeah!

- You're the one who says "no marriage". - And I will always bring you bad luck.

- What did you do, darling? Tell us. - I have also realised my dream...

Wonderful. What is it?

I devote myself to my two great loves.

My daughter

and my guitars,

which are taking me around again for some concerts.

At this point, however, tell us the truth, you and you.

Did you bring us here to summon ghosts?

Well...

Well, I mean, it has something to do with it...

Ghosts had always kept us company.

But Antonia's ghost tied us all together.

And voilà! What do you say?

Hey, where did it come from?

But is that the fur that Massimina burned?

- That's right, dear, see? - I remember that.

And there's still the burn.

- You are amazing! - Thank you Sofia, thank you.

Speaking of secrets...

You don't know what's upstairs.

When I was 10, everything fell apart.

Everything.

Whoever loved me, didn't love me anymore.

Whoever cuddled me, never cuddled me again.

And this is life, this is my life.

And so nothing,

I immediately became an adult.

I was born in an orphanage.

I spent my first 5 years there,

then later I was in a nunnery.

The beatings I took!

I was 17 and a half, so I was almost 18,

and I found myself hooking up on the street.

I was picked up by a customer,

who stopped at the next traffic light.

When I told him to turn right, he turned left,

and stopped at the traffic light and two more got into the car.

And nothing, they took me behind a cemetery near Turin, in Rivoli,

they stripped me naked and raped me.

And they threatened that they would somehow kill me

if I went back on the street.

Those were the years, the 90s, of the invasion of Albanian prostitution,

prostitution from the east of Europe.

Everywhere was divided into zones.

So the prostitutes had their own zones and trans had others.

And several times the Albanian mafia

tried to break into our areas.

I was the youngest and smallest,

the one who received the most, along with the other beautiful ones.

The others were beautiful but I was full of energy.

I wanted to realise myself, to undergo plastic surgery,

to buy a house, to be who I am.

One night it was me, Gisella and Martina in our corner.

When I turned around, I got punched in the face.

There were three of them.

I only remember that I woke up with my whole jaw broken, all of it.

The lower part practically no longer matched the upper.

I only remember kicks.

I returned to Sicily after a long time,

because I had a drug addiction that lasted for 5 years.

It changed my whole perspective on life.

But my drug addiction was due to the fact

that I didn't want to prostitute myself.

I didn't like to sell my body, I didn't like it.

I'm sorry.

The fact of seeing your belly move,

of seeing the remote control of the television moving,

because...

the little girl who was inside kicked,

I as a father

could only see it and live it emotionally.

What I lacked, on a selfish level, I don't know...

What I felt...

was an unspeakable pain, a dull pain,

because I couldn't...

I missed not living that experience.

However you look at it,

we were all deeply aware that we were something else.

That we were non-conformists,

or at least not entirely normal.

And we were fine with it.

We had been very happy in this house.

But the question was... were we happy in this life?

I have been living at yours for 5 years.

You are the air I breathe.

The air itself, yes.

I can't believe you're dead...

How many tears these walls had seen.

Bad romances and, in the end, we only wanted one thing.

Love, love, love.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Every summer took us back to when we were girls,

playing with mirrors like magpies,

looking for the light, dancing and joking,

as if life were a game.

A beautiful game.

25 December 1979...

Every time, at Christmas, we were drunk telling each other secrets.

Dressed in red like Rossana candy.

We would make New Year's resolutions.

I have to tell you, I want to take hormones this coming year.

It was our home.

Made of colour, joy and despair.

Parties, Christmas dinners,

having fun in the pool and disappointments

were consumed between the stairs

and the glittering clothes waiting in the closet.

This is beautiful and all...

but why are we here?

Among all these clothes, what is this? The flea market?

Sofia, all in good time.

Dear, the question is legitimate, though.

Well, you know, Sandeh, it's not an easy thing to say.

You must have faith.

But does this have something to do with what you asked me to bring.

That special material?

- What material, sorry? - What's this about?

No, they're hiding something here as usual, Sandeh.

Tell us. You're acting like I don't know you.

- No, Sofia! - You're always the one who hides things.

- No! We have nothing to hide, here we go! - Ladies!

- Give it to me! - Put it back. Please, put it back, stop!

Porpora...

Let's all go downstairs and we'll explain everything!

You're a chatter box. Then why didn't you give me that letter before?

Because Porpora said that we'll read it later.

- Youth, I'm young! Then walk. - You're always old.

Walk!

You're always mean to me. Why are you mad at me all the time?

Because you're a rude sexual woman!

- Me? - You, you're a rude sexual woman!

- You're jealous of me. - Oh yeah?

You're jealous of me because you knew I'd be the most beautiful!

You're ugly! Down the toilet you should go!

Stop to exist!

They look like Franco Franchi and Ciccio Ingrassia those two.

- You! - You're poisonous!

They always argue, they are like...

Remember how they were? They are even worse!

Laurel and Hardy, Hardy and Laurel.

- Achilles! - But what Achilles, girl?

- Achilles spoke. - You must fall down the stairs, you go.

- The famous Achilles. - You go ahead!

Enough!

Let's put a sleeping pill in their cup.

They're proper street girls!

We've been waiting for you.

- Ah, it's you... - Uh, me?

It took her three hours, three hours...

Come here, Blue. Blue, come here to Mama.

- Three hours. - No, it's not my fault.

We've been waiting for you.

- Three hours in the bathroom. - Sofia, stop it. Please, stop.

Here it is.

This, this is from Antonia.

She left it for me long before she died.

And she said,

"Please open it when I'm dead, not before."

And weirdly she told me

that she dreamed of Antonia.

Some memories change with time.

They transform.

Others get completely erased.

My mother...

She almost had a stroke when they told her:

"Madam, your son is fine, it's just that he has a dysphoria."

And what is it? "Your son will probably become your daughter."

Therefore when the curtains fell, my mother's dreams fell too.

I can't talk about it.

I can't talk about it.

Because it's a very present memory,

on my skin.

I remember when I was a little boy,

I would put my head on her legs while she was sitting,

while the others were talking at the table.

I could smell the strong odour

of her private parts.

Strong for me, because I recognised it immediately.

And she always loved me.

Then we went through a phase

in which she just tried to protect me by being...

by being very hard on me.

She was trying to protect me.

She knew that my father's family was breathing down my neck.

So much so, that once my older cousin

who is no longer alive.

He put my head between his legs,

he had scissors in his hands,

and he squeezed me so that I could not move and cut all my hair off.

My mother hadn't seen me in three years

and I showed up at her dry cleaners in Trecastagni.

I walked in with this new coat with the label still attached

and I said: "Madam, can you clean this coat for me?".

And my mother takes the coat.

She says, "Miss, I'm sorry, this is still new, it's got the label."

And I said, "Mum."

My mother at that moment looked up and goes: "Oh!"

She ran towards the dampers, pulled them down,

caught me, slammed me in the closet, closed the door

and said: "What are you doing here?"

She didn't recognise me.

And my mother said to me:

"Ah, good for you because now you are free to be whoever you want."

Because she was still with that man that used to beat her,

who mistreated her, right?

And so she saw in me that freedom that she didn't have.

And my mum hugged me and said: "I'm glad you got to choose your life."

I contacted my mother again in 2006, after many years.

I managed a restaurant

and, from that moment, she began to be happy again.

But for 12 years, we didn't talk to each other.

I always called her but she would always hang up on me.

I used to call her for Christmas but she would hang up the phone.

Once, on the last Christmas, I said to her,

"Look, there's a place I rightfully deserve, but you're denying it to me.

Remember that".

This was my last phone call. And I disappeared for 4 years.

"Dear Nicole,

I am writing this letter to you

because I have a bad feeling.

I feel that one day I will die.

I'm scared because I know myself

and I know I'll get to that day with a lot of regrets,

unfulfilled dreams

and unfinished businesses.

That's why I decided to write you a letter.

I know you'll take care of it

and I know you'll open it when the time is right."

- Incredible. - Great timing!

"With this letter,

I want to ask you to make them bury me

in my green dress."

It was so beautiful.

The dream, the dream...

"You know which one it is.

You gave it to me.

I don't trust my parents.

So please, take care of it."

Sorry Nicole, when did...

when did you find this letter?

Because it's hard to believe

that you found it just a few days ago after 30 years.

We'll never read this letter, if you continue.

- Exactly. - Come on.

"However, I would like to leave to you, my real friends..."

You can say that.

"What I hold dearest in the world.

To Sofia."

- Tell me, dear! - Now, you are paying attention.

Tell me, dear!

"To Sofia, I leave my collection of shoes

even the Jean-Paul Gaultier in suede.

To Mizia, I leave my books."

Uh, that's nice.

"The ceramic chandelier and my car

so she finally stops complaining about the buses."

I'm still waiting for the emerald ring to come back.

You're ungrateful. She's leaving you things, please.

"To Porpora, who for so many years has been...

To Porpora, who for so many years has almost been almost an older sister,

I give the worst of my vices,

my very expensive and useless collection of stamps."

Laugh, uh? You know how many licks were required to stick those stamps?

"To Sandeh, I leave the Japanese pottery, my Polaroid and the Jamaican drum."

Oh, man!

All this stuff must have now gone between the museum

and the relatives who took it all.

"To Massimina..."

Massimina!

How sweet!

"I'll leave my perfume and my TV."

Excuse me, Massimina is gone.

Can I have the perfumes then?

Enough please, let me go on. This gossip of yours is useless.

Let's move on.

"To you, Nicole,

I leave all my jewels..."

- Oh, come on! I got the chandelier! - There it is!

- And you got the jewels! - I don't trust you.

What do you want to do, the handwriting exam? Let's do it!

No, no, no, let's do it! Do you agree? No, I don't trust you!

- Because for us... - Ladies.

Girls, we're here fighting, "you got that, you got that",

but nothing's left, really.

There is only the memory of Antonia.

But Sandeh you understand that she got the jewels,

while we got the rags.

I've dreamed of Antonia.

Antonia was a very sensitive person.

A person... with an inner fragility in some way.

Antonia was of a shocking beauty.

When I met her, I was speechless.

I realised I didn't understand a thing.

I thought she was a foreign girl who was a model.

She was...

She was elegant, sweet and spoke very little.

She spoke little because she always had the fear

that her voice could be a handicap.

We went to a Nina Hagen concert.

At the time, we were all crazy about Nina Hagen

because of her madness.

And so we went to this concert

and, at the end of it,

a madman attacked her and stabbed her in the throat.

As a man... As a man, they dressed her as a man.

Among other things, they used a pair of trousers and a jacket

that she wore when she was bigger.

Because you know the effects that hormones have...

And you know...

But in the end,

whether she died as a man or a woman, everyone knew she was Antonia.

A woman dressed as a man.

They dressed her like a man

because I don't think her family ever accepted her

in her true identity.

And in addition to this violent death, in fact,

she was killed twice.

Such a nasty thing.

They put her there,

with the black tie, the black jacket, the white shirt, the gathered hair...

And she had the sweetest face but she was without makeup.

We would have made her beautiful. For us...

At least for her death,

we would have wanted to make her wonderful for...

for the universe.

I've seen many of them in the coffin, disguised as men.

No trace of their paths,

violently erased in the final challenge.

We don't know anything about them anymore.

Antonia is one of them.

Oh dear, cheers.

What a great idea to take this bath.

What a great idea also to have champagne in the bath, like two ladies of leisure.

I provide everything for you.

We really needed it, after all that chaos with those...

- I couldn't stand it. - We're finally relaxing for a moment.

I couldn't deal with it. But how did you find them?

- Me? You're the one who contacted them! - No, I said, how do you find them now.

- Ah, how do I find them! - After all these years...

Seek and you shall find.

I am just curious, how did you come up with this idea?

How did it come to me?

I needed to come up with something I had that dream,

I don't know... Well, we try, we try.

If it works it's okay and if it doesn't work, it's fine.

And in my opinion, the seance, I have done others...

- Oh really? - Yeah, I've done others.

- Sometimes it's bullshit. - I did it once too...

Sometimes they are a serious thing.

And then the fact that it's her friends, her friends who call her...

Yes, because you know how nice it would be if she appears...

"Good and bad questions for the spirits...

Do spirits gladly answer the questions that are addressed to them?

It depends on the questions.

Serious spirits always respond with pleasure

to those whose purpose is good and have the means to advance them.

They don't listen to trivial questions.

Is it enough to ask a serious question to get a serious answer?

- No!" - What do you mean "no"?

"It depends on the spirit that answers.

But does not a serious question drive away the light spirits?

It is not the question that distances those spirits,

but the character of the one who asks them."

- Good. - Nicole?

Let's hope it works.

Of course it will, come on.

Girls, hands on the table.

Antonia, dear friend.

We're your friends

and we're meeting here tonight because we'd like to talk to you.

If you're here, give us a sign.

For "yes", hit one.

For "no", hit two.

- I am leaving. - No, where are you going?

Antonia, is that you?

But it's not Antonia.

- It's Massimina? - It’s her!

My name is Massimina.

I died at 30 from a heroin overdose.

It was a warm spring night.

It was a flash and I wasn't here anymore.

I didn't feel any pain.

My mother wanted to have a ceremony

that was also a celebration of her only daughter.

She wanted to dress me in white, immaculate, pure,

like a bride, as I have never been.

Sometimes I wander around this house at night,

thinking about friends, parties, amusements.

I was alive, but it's okay.

Sorry Massimina, tell us. Where are you, what are you doing?

I flutter, I am pure spirit, an immaterial, ethereal being.

- And Antonia, do you see her? - We're in two different circles.

- And how are you? - I have no reason to complain.

The only thing that annoys me

is this dress my mother wanted to bury me in.

She wanted me a virgin.

I'd like to change it, I'd like to wear something else.

But why don't you go upstairs? There's our closet full of clothes, dear.

There's still that fuchsia dress, remember? It looked amazing on you.

I pass through things, you idiots. Haven't you ever seen ghost movies?

Yes, but there's also another way to be a ghost.

I have a magic powder, dear, that will help you have a body.

And...

I feel like something is pinching me. I'm all plumped up.

It means it works.

- Go, now, you have a body. - Make yourself beautiful.

Come on, girl, she was beautiful.

You truly are amazing.

So you also have the powder to give bodies to ghosts

and make them put clothes on.

I made it all up.

- But I knew you were a great actress! - Oh, you liar.

Whoever's born an actress dies an actress, darling.

Girls up, up. Up before Massimina gets back. Let's reconnect.

Antonia, we just want to talk to you.

Are you in this room?

Antonia, give us a signal.

Were you looking for me?

- Antonia... - Since when did you get so old?

Antonia...

How dare she, she thinks that death made her look younger...

The afterlife ages,

time passes and not even death can stop it.

- And what are the benefits of dying? - Tell us.

When you die, no one cares about you, whether you're a man or you're a woman.

You're finally free.

Antonia, but free from what, honey? You're still dressed like a man.

So they buried me and so I stayed.

By the way, Nicole, I left you a letter...

Yes, Antonia, you're right, the letter, you're right.

But we're here to fix it.

It can't be fixed,

It's bureaucracy. They haven't found a solution here either.

If you show up dressed like a man, you stay like that.

Antonia, I missed you so much.

I missed you all.

And voilà. The queen of the party is here.

What is it, did you really change?

Sure, what else was I going to do in the closet?

- But this one won't go away now. - She's always been too chatty.

- Massimina. - Antonia.

- How beautiful you are. - Thanks.

- But are you dead too? - Yes, me too.

But they dressed you as a woman.

And you've been dressed like a man.

And how come we never met?

We're probably in different circles. Where are you?

Ah, I go round and round and round.

You were a beggar in life and you are homeless in death.

Since Massimina has joined us and there is no way to kick her out...

Why? Didn't you want me?

- No! - No, Massimina, of course!

- We want you! - Absolutely...

We officially open the reunion

of the memorable royal family of the fabulous trans constellation.

I'm sorry, I already have plans, I have to go!

I tell you a secret.

The truth is that between madness and drama

we have always preferred the show.