All language subtitles for Blossoms to Blossoms

[MAN] You're good at this!

[WOMAN] You need to be calm...

Indeed.

And smooth.

What a cry!

[laughing loudly] Flex...

Crazy!

- Is it so blinding?
- Don't know, just did it instinctively.

Thanks, let's see how long...

You're like a swan.

-[in a flirty voice] -[MAN]
I see a swan on your face.

-[laughs softly] -[GIRL] Like
an origami made of napkin.

Look at my nails.

They're disgusting.

- You keep them long for playing guitar?
- Yes.

But I get this...

-this mess... -Don't you drink milk?

Not this!

All this grime,

like a schoolkid scratching
their nose and their butt.

[making childish sounds] I hope you
don't scratch your nose and your butt.

Look at that.

They're like veins.

It's amazing, like a nervous system.

Like multiple nervous systems.

[he sings] There are multiple

Nervous systems

There are multiple

Nervous systems

We locked him out, on the veranda,

and I took my dick out, on
the guitar and I was stroking it.

It's true! [she laughs awkwardly]

Someone was holding him, so that he'd look.

Hitler stuff, never mind.

We're different now.

I guess.

I remember we used to call,

like, our high school teachers,

at 5am, to sing happy birthday.

-On a random day. -Yes, any day.

[they sing] Happy birthday, Constantine,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

hip-hip hurray!

When do you need to go?

Elevenish.

I should be outta here by 9.30-10.

-OK, lots of time then. -Full.

I want to show you the Botticelli.

-You always say that. -It's true.

- Yet you never do.
- It's true! [both laughing heartly]

I can't remember what
it's called. "Spring", I think.

Is it the one with the
pretty dancing girls?

Pretty girls and some cherubs.

How many times have we done this?

- I'll tell you this, show you that...
- Never!

Never happens, just drops flat.

We've made this limbo, this endless void,

- with all the things we want to share.
- Definitely.

Go with the flow.

You think, OK, fine.

- Do you want to play a game?
- What kind of game?

It's early yet.

If you're not leaving
till 9.30, there's time.

Does it have to get
dark? Is this a night game?

[she speaks up] -No, let's
start now, till it gets dark,

and try to say

all the unsaid things, piling up
in that endless void allthese years.

What's in there,
though? All I see is a void.

-[making bird sounds ] -I'm a pigeon.

Breadcrumbs.

[he speaks softly] That hill, back there..

See? Not those tall ones.

I think it's Veikou Park.

Where the rocks are?

Fucking amazing!

Remember?

I'm really bad at directions. I have
no clue what those mountains are.

That's Imittos, you can
tell by the antennae.

Telecommunications.

That's where the Germans cut the line...

[both laughing awkwardly]

Just random shit, just random.

Don't you feel that
sometimes we just talk bullshit?

Most times.

But, you know what?

When we're talking, it
does not feel that long.

But...

This is just how I feel.

It only takes a few moments
to connect with someone.

It doesn't take long.

I think.

Now, bare your soul to me.

-Where do I start? -Your underwear.

What are you wearing?
[she laughs awkwardly]

I'm wearing pink panties.

Yeah, right. [both laugh awkwardly]

Did you just put that on your lips?

No, earlier.

-Since this morning? -Yes.

Why?

Because it's a bit red, but not too much.

That's why.

Do you buy this tall tale,
maybe not that tall, really,

that women wear makeup to look sexier?

Not at all.

Not at all, that's not me.

I mean, the concept...

that rosy cheeks, red
lips, are somehow hot.

Because it happens naturally during sex.

Does makeup imitates this?

Makeup?

I never thought about it,
especially that thing about sex.

Do you think that about girls?

No, I just heard an academic
talking about it once.

I think chickens eat stones.

-Really? -Sure.

Stones!

[making a cute voice ]What's up?

You're hungry, I know.

You want food.

Top three burgers you've ever had.

In Crete, at my uncle's souvlaki shop.

I think that's unbeatable.

At Skalakia in Kolonos,
they do good burgers.

I'd call that number three.

Number one is at my uncle's place.

There's no number two, that's it.

Fine.

What's your favorite food?

[both laughing loudly]-Burgers! -Really?

The definition of brat!

You know what I mean.

The one who always
wants burger at the tavern!

They say it's getting cold,
the weather's changing,

all that crap, it's true! In your face!

And then you can't digest
two souvlaki at midnight.

-[she laughs uncontrollably] -That's
not an issue yet, I have an iron gut.

It's been tried and tested by the
burgers I used to eat at high school.

I got super fatso eating those burgers.

- Any specific burgers?
- Yes, from the neighborhood pizzeria.

I mean, what you said, that you
know what you want to talk about.

What to say to me, specifically, as
I'm the last person you'll see here.

Then you're off!

I know I want to tell you specific things.

Things to do with swank.

It's not like we're gonna
meet, and I'll just say:

"Dear Sofia, I just went
for a fab walk at Filopapou".

Just that.

And by the look on my face,

and something I might project,
you'll get that I had a good time.

Nuts, cruel, an arse,
a lecher, that was dad.

He'd do weird faces.

Like what?

[she laughs]

Do you look like him?

I suppose so.

[he makes weird noises]

I'll stop speaking Greek.

I don't need to speak.

-[she laughs and imitates the weird sounds]

[they burst into laughter]

If you were a dish, you'd be kokoretsi.

-Kokoretsi? -Sure! Do you like kokoretsi?

I'd eat it.

Kokoretsi?

It's appearance, like, there's
things wrapped up with other things.

-[he laughs loudly] -You
don't know exactly what's in it.

[she tries to control her laughter] But
when you cut it, a flower of meats appears.

A flower of several meats!

[he yells] Jesus!

If I were a garment?

If you were a garment...

Hold on, I'll look away, and
tell you what you're wearing.

If you were a garment...

you'd be a flat cap.

A flat cap? Surely not me!

Or an unbuttoned shirt.

Do I lose if I say the wrong name?

- I already told you, you're the subject.
- I'm the subject?

I believe, or at least,
that's what I wanna say now,

we need to be able to see clearly,

or make a clear-headed observation,

only about ourselves.

Everything else comes and
goes anyway, you never know.

You can't reach a conclusion.

Maybe you can, later on.

Without judgment, this
was this and that was that.

If we could, just once,
get the feel of things,

without over-fucking-analyzing them.

Yeah, man.

Because that way there's
closure, you can't open it again.

And that can't be it.

It's not good to just let go of things.

Yes, I like it!

It's not good to just let go of things.

For example, who are we
when a tough situation arises.

What you do to, let's
say, your mother's rapist?

Do you think a lot about such stuff?

Not much.

But I think that it might
be useful, being a monster.

It's useful.

Yes, but not always.

It's useful to know different
aspects of yourself...

I liked what you said
earlier. I won't nurture it,

but I find it useful to know
that I could be a monster.

Things that have not yet been revealed.

On the edge.

Who are we, on the edge?

It's highly possible that, on
the edge, you are a monster.

Or, maybe, certain.

It's just that... You know...

We say a lot when clear-headed.

But such an extreme situation
like what you described,

is beyond imagination.

How can you be conscious
of such a thing, it's crazy.

For example, a good friend
of mine once said that...

How was it?

That our reflexes are our trauma.

I'm at Panepistimio metro station.

I'm about 15 years old.

Around lunchtime.

I get out of the station at the Library.

There's this guy sitting on the curb.

Bald, or maybe shaven.

Quite old, but very sweet.

He wears a beige shirt,
and has red lipstick on.

It's Spring.

I remember wearing a shirt
and shorts, or something.

He was just sunning himself.

He was holding a flower.

I think I was waiting
for a friend, I'm not sure.

As I was standing there,

he looks at me, gives me the flower,
and says: "Blossoms to blossoms".

I never forgot this.

I took it, said thanks and left.

That's holy.

How did you feel, did it blow your mind?

He was such a tender figure.

Didn't you see it, insert
data, first compliment?

I felt it should be the other way around,

I should be the one giving
him a flower and telling him this.

But I wasn't the one holding the flower.

[he imitates the stranger's
voice] You were the flower.

But he also was one,
that's what was so moving.

He offered himself, such
as he was at that time.

-How nice. -He was very sweet.

[he sings calmly in a made-up language]

What kind of song is that?

There once was,

we're talking ages ago,

a mix of Cretans and Indians.

I didn't know that.

Somewhere around...

1500s or so.

After Columbus showed
up, and started killing them.

There were some mixed
settlements of Indians and Cretans.

Some words are somehow charged.

For example, I hate the expression
"You've got to work on this".

It drives me nuts! "We've
got to work on this"!

"You must work on your part!"

Or "I'm OK with this part".

Or just "I'm OK, I'm OK
with this", like I just said.

Or, say, what they do in seminars.

"We are creating a safe environment,

for work".

If you have to spell it out like that,
it's probably exactly the opposite.

I'm being the devil's advocate
here, a naughty little demon.

Maybe it's not true, but
that's how it makes me feel.

If you feel the need to spell it out,

maybe there's something on the
line here, that we're not dealing with.

I mean, what is this void?

I dig it.

Maybe it's like a promise,

that you and I will hang
out, we will be friends.

Or, like, a hope.

[in a playful manner] Yes, here
and now, we'll hang out, all the time.

Like, I've got something to
show you, that might interest you.

Yes, of course.

That's the mistake!

You never bridge the gap.

Yeah, it's almost, like, neurotic.

Us!

It's neurotic!

But, I mean, how many ways are there...

to get to know someone? You
need to talk, say something.

It's true.

Only when necessary.

What is your suggestion?

- What other way is there?
- There is an honesty in the void.

We are who we are.

You see?

-It is agonizing. [she sounds
shocked] -Oh, man, why?

Code phrase "Every night I lose".

Why, man?

- I don't want any ointments.
- Is it psychosomatic?

- No, it's the mosquitoes.
- Mosquitoes? How many are there?

- What's going on in your house?
- There's a nest.

They have on air, live, this guy
that's holding a whole family hostage.

His name was Sorin Matei.

He's tied up this family, and
he's brandishing a grenade.

He's got the pin out, but he's
holding it tight, so it won't blow.

If you let go, it will
blow up in a few seconds.

So he's got them all there.

And you've got a whole TV saga starring
Evangelatos (greek tv host) as a mediator.

- He did a really good job, by the way.
- Yeah.

[he replies angrily] Why, have you seen it?

No, it's just odd. I mean,
is there any training?

Do you need empathy to
do something like that well?

Yes, empathy.

I mean, what training? Things
like that are done in the States.

There's this whole saga.

How long did it last?

-I don't know, 4-5 hours. -Oh, man!

The police got involved too.

Sorin Matei was softening up,
he had rapport with Evangelatos.

He was asking for a specific
prescription drug that he was taking.

And the police gave him sedatives.

Did he realize it?

No, he took them.

Afterwards he realized that they
had given him something like Xanax.

By then he was terrified.

He was saying that they gave him sedatives,

and that he couldn't
hold on to the grenade.

Wow, horror movie.

[loudly] Horror movie.

I'm glad you're telling me,
so I don't have to watch it.

It's nuts.

It's just full-on shitty.

Finally, hours later, he's on sedatives,

the situation is getting
tense, there's cops everywhere,

the cops rush in, everyone is shouting,

-and then you hear a...[imitates
a bomb going off] -Oh, man!

Bye bye.

Everybody died.

But Sorin Matei survived.

There's a scene, when
he's in the ambulance,

he looks like Christ at
the Descent from the Cross.

They show him covered in blood.

They take him to hospital.

An hour later, someone there,
a cop or somebody, gave him,

like, 15 kilos of horse
tranquilizer, and they killed him.

Man, that's terrible, terrible.

I was, what, 17-18 years old.

I'm meeting a friend at
Ampelokipi Metro Station.

It's summer, I'm wearing
shorts and a tank top.

I'm walking from home to Neos Kosmos
Metro station, about 10 minutes away.

I get to the Metro and realize
I desperately need a shit.

My whole body is aching,
and I must rush home.

I called Konstantina to say
there was no way I could make it.

I start walking back home.

Every single step was excruciating.

I start to cry, both from the stress,
whether I'd make it, and from the pain.

It hurt a lot.

-Diarrhea. -Oh, yes.

You need a toilet to
spring up right next to you.

[he bursts into laughter]

I go up the stairs, unlock the front door.

I'm about to faint.

I have to decide whether
to take the lift or the stairs.

-Tough call! -What floor?

Fourth floor.

I take the lift.

I don't know if it's right or wrong.

I'm sweating, I see the floor
numbers changing very very slowly,

[she laughs] it feels like 15 years.

I don't know what to do in the lift,
and there's also music on the radio.

I'm white as a sheet.

I unlock the door of the flat,

and I shit myself.

The person I remember,

as being a really nice presence in my life,

was my piano teacher.

He name was Phaedra.

She was, like, two
meters tall and very thin.

She was sort of an alpha female.

I was in primary school.

[laughs loudly] Oh man!

I could never...

I went to her house to
practice, but I never did.

I'd just play.

OK, I've got two full... Not embarrassing,

well, one is embarrassing,
the other is just me.

She had another pupil,

whose lesson, for a while,
happened to be just before mine.

I'd show up just as she finished.

She was a lass, I always liked older women.

She must have been, like, 20.

For me, that was like...

Jesus Christ!

Phaedra gives me a chocolate bar.

For some reason, I mean...

We had, like, a weird dynamic,

and I lob the chocolate in her eye.

-For real, or like in a game? -As a game.

Not quite a game, that's
not the correct word.

[imitates the sound hitting her face]

She gets it in the eye.

That was one of my most awkward moments.

Because there was nothing
behind it, it was just that.

The other thing was that, when she
called me over for so called practice,

I would full-on jerk off.

At her house?

- When I was supposedly practicing.
- Seriously?

-Where was she? -Next to me.

Not in the same room, next door somewhere.

Did she ever catch you in the act?

Maybe I'm exaggerating,
maybe I didn't do it that often.

I certainly did it once.

-Good story. -Weird.

I know there was a witch in my village.

You got it!

-They called her "The Magistra". -Magistra?

She was also very religious.

All those people were into
both Christianity and Paganism.

-Somehow. -Like in Anastenaria.

Something like that, but she...

My Mom said that, from listening
to her parents discussing her,

she understood that
she had a jar in her house,

and inside was, like, a yellow
creature in a thick liquid,

listen to this, that had
some sort of tentacles.

And this creature would
reveal things to her.

This Magistra hated one of our relatives.

She threw at her,
serious black magic stuff,

a ball made of human hair and barettes.

-What's that? -Hairpins.

- You know, small metal hair grips.
- Oh, yeah.

Threw it at her front yard.

But the best one is that one of my
great-grandfathers had gone to America.

Supposedly he would return,
but he wasn't planning to.

He had a wife, a whole family there,

but he kept sending money to
his family back home, at the village.

He wasn't planning to ever come back.

He had a second life there.

His wife went to the Magistra
and said "I don't care what you do,

find a way to bring him back".

So the Magistra sent him a letter.

It was never discovered, nobody
ever found out what she wrote.

She sent him this enchanted
letter, and the guy returned home.

Like, 15 years later.

He never revealed what was in that letter.

Three things Markos Vamvakaris (greek
singer) would buy at the supermarket.

[he laughs uncontrollably]
In a modern supermarket.

Footstools.

Plastic footstools. [she laughs softly]

-How many? -Three.

Deodorant. [she chuckles]

How many?

Two.

And sanitary pads.

For his wife, he was that sort of guy.

Can I just say, 'cause you mentioned
Vamvakaris and I was intrigued.

Vamvakaris used to be a butcher.

In Piraeus.

Basically, a killer.

There's this story,

that one day he was killing a calf...

It's a true story.

As he was about to break the calf's neck,

it looked him straight in the eye.

He saw his own mortality,

begun to cry, stopped being a butcher,

and opened a petting farm,
he got animals and fed them.

-No way! -Yeah.

I find this story heart-warming.

Name three things...

that Marika Kotopouli (greek
actress) would buy at a supermarket...

She would buy nails.

-What kind of nails? -Nails!

Small ones.

-Doornails? -Yes, those.

She would buy...

two-for-one Kyknos tomato sauce.

[they both laugh]

At the village, we have a Pie Fiesta,

and a Youth Party.

Those are the two main events,
but they haven't happened recently.

-So this guy... -How Communist!

[she laughs loudly]

This guy got so wasted, he put
champagne in his windscreen wipers!

In his car.

He swapped the water with champagne.

[he laughs awkwardly] Funky!

The village priest has drones.

He's obsessed with drones!
They call him Father Drone.

[he cries loudly] Father Drone!

I want to be naughty,
always getting in trouble.

"[he speaks making a funny voice] I want
to be naughty, always getting in trouble."

Exactly, just like that, in
that voice! [they both laugh]

-I want to get into mischief! -Yes, yes!

Not serious pranks, you
know, just arsing around.

I feel you!

Pranks are OK, as long as
you don't fuck someone up.

-Yeah. -A small prank, hereabouts.

I always say the phrase "I am cumming".

As if it means something else.

It began as a tick.

I'd say it and we'd all laugh.

And, dig this, then I got a girl
who said it for real, during the act.

Exactly the way I was saying it.

How was it, like looking in the mirror?

It was pure comedy!

- You laughed?
- I am cumming! [making a funny voice]

There are some things
that I admire in other people.

The fact they manage
to find something good...

-In simplicity. -In everything!

I have to climb, say, 15 mountains,

watch endless movies,
write a hundred essays,

- just to say this is it.
- This is a beautiful flower.

Yeah, man, just to say the same thing.

It means nothing. [making a dumb
voice] "Let's get rid of toxic people".

It's like saying this item of
furniture has to be in the right spot.

You're right, you're right.

The living room should be bright.

What if I'm toxic, but nobody minds?

What is this word? Why would you be toxic?

[loud sounds of birds flying above]

[he screams] What are you talking about?

What?

I was young and innocent,
around 18 years old.

Also, I was more open,

to whatever might come.

This group came to a
seminar we were organizing,

and they said, out of the blue,
we didn't know anything about it,

that they would play some music,
as a thank you for inviting them.

All cool, there was some beer
lying around, and they began to play.

There were loads of us,
like 50 people or more.

These women were really old, like
95. You couldn't tell, they looked young.

- Do they get that old?
- Yeah, man, they're ancient!

The youngest is 70 and looks 35.

-Fuck! -Ageless, in a way.

They came to each of us, and,
one by one, they made us stand up.

We were very awkward, you
know, what are we doing here.

It was relentless, exhausting,
they went on and on and on.

But they knew how to do it.

I think we reached ecstasy.

It was simultaneously a communal,
yet very personalexperience.

All this through music. I
couldn't tell you what they knew,

but to get 50 people really high,

something was...

Something was going right.

When you say high, you
mean dancing, movement?

Dancing. We danced so much,

that I don't remember what I was thinking.

I wasn't thinking, I was just dancing.

Same with all the rest, I
don't remember their faces.

It was internalized, very personal.

Out of control.

I'd move my hand and didn't know
why. My arm would move by itself!

Yes! Your body got into it!

It was incredible.

I have several stupid phobias,
I mean, I know they're stupid.

If they fuck you up, they're not stupid.

They are not really real, they are
just manifestations of my anxiety.

- That's, like, number crunching.
- It's true, though, I can tell.

One day, my anxiety just
went.. onto other things.

Such as?

It started seeping
into silly things, like...

If I go there, then this will happen,
it won't be good and I won't like it.

-Instead of... -Full movie script!

Oh yeah, script city!

Have you ever had a panic attack?

-Many times. -Many times?

I'm famous for them!

Did it ever happen on the train?

Mostly. [she laughs]

It's like...

Have you ever had a panic attack?

Stuff pile up, you don't know what to do
with them, but you gotta do something!

-[he screams loudly] -[she chuckles]

Imagine if a panic attack was like
"I'm going to sing a song really loud!"

But I can't stop! Like,
the national anthem.

[they laugh uncontrollably]

[she sings] We are this
way, the enemy is that way

No water, one-two, No bread, three-four,

No water, no bread, no food!

For King and Country and Religion!

The Earth is covered in blood

Here comes the next
night, The enemy is nearby,

And we get a bodily need

There's the bit I don't remember,
where he says they got diarrhea,

and all these soldiers went
for a shit behind the bushes!

-What is that? - Savopoulos

-Savopoulos?(greek singer) -A bodily need.

A bodily need.

I am going to attempt...

-Not suicide? -Of course not! An attempt...

to tell you who you are. -Of course, Jesus!

-We're doing it to fail. -Nice!

You are dark-haired, you have a
beard, a bushy one, and lots of hair.

You have eyebrows, two
ears, two eyes and a mouth.

You're wearing a black t-shirt,

and a leather, or rather, suede brown coat.

You have a scarf.

In your pocket you keep a
charger and your mobile phone.

You're wearing short boots
and an ecru pair of trousers.

You come from Crete.

You have dreamt of ultimate evil.

You have fought it.

What's your ideal day?

It will surely begin like you said.

Without... any commitments.

I'm OK with waking up, I'd
like to wake up early though.

-At 7am. -Yes, 6 or 7am.

By 9am everything is
done, and you're a free man.

Everything, I don't know what.

I want to go somewhere, with
my dog, and just lay there for hours!

Till noon, or later.

Ideally, it all comes down to this.

I receive a special invite,

to join the Masonic Lodge of Patissia.

I get in there, find out what they do,

and then it's the end of the world!

A planet falls on our
heads, and it's lights out!

After a day of total calm, you want...

I want to know what
the Freemasons are up to.

I really do, just what's going on.

Maybe it will also be a nice day.

Then I'll find a good spot,

and watch it happen.

By yourself?

Yeah, maybe.

You are a good singer.

You are a writer.

You write complicated stuff.

You have created your
own version of Purist Greek.

Only you can understand it.

You go for long walks
with Frieda, your dog.

You wear hats and flat caps.

When you eat too much,
you unbutton your shirt,

and expose your belly to the sun.

You're very much into politics.

You want to know about
the people behind the scenes.

You are an outsider.

You live alone.

You spend more time
alone than with your friends.

When I think of the phrase
"Kieslowski ice cream".

"What did you do today?
Kieslowski ice cream!"

Those are... cocktails, right?

Kieslowski ice cream?

- Super tasty, especially when it melts.
- [he laughs]

Has anyone raped you?

No! Jesus, and I hope it never happens!

What about you?

Almost, my grandfather.

- It's true.
- I know, you've mentioned it before.

- I think he wouldn't have done it.
- Then how would you...

I could tell. Otherwise,
he'd have done it already.

Then how do you know he had the intention?

-It was a clear move. -Oh, man.

- You were old enough to remember.
- Yes, but it hasn't traumatized me.

Because I haven't reciprocated.

That has nothing to do with it.

It's a stigma, but I
haven't had any dysfunction.

I like this psychology literature.

It puts things in little boxes.

I haven't felt dysfunctional.

-What does that even mean? -I don't know!

- Bullshit.
- Let's sign a presidential decree,

that you've had no
dysfunctions due to this.

And you think that's enough,

that it gives you the right to
talk about such a serious incident.

It hasn't bothered me, he
hasn't bothered me, really.

We used to discuss broads.

Not broads, that's not the right word.

He would tell me about
girls, how to treat them.

He told me to be polite and kind.

I feel a bit foggy.

-Foggy? -The whole system.

I feel...

It might be depression.

Not the downfall kind, the flat kind.

When you see everything
through a flat prism.

The excitement is missing.

Basically, the extra spice is missing,

and this extra meditative
quality of health.

I miss those qualities.
I feel like a flat prism,

like I need to make an
extra effort to get there.

You have fallen in love, fiercely,

but only a few times.

You are very tender, inside,

and you're a bit afraid of that,
especially when it comes to love.

You're afraid you might get hurt,
or that you might hurt someone else.

You're afraid that you'll be left alone,

and that's why you withdraw.

You are a musician,
you play and write music.

It was Easter, and at
Easter they burn Judas.

They put him on a cross and light him up.

I dreamt I was in a dark space.

I was standing within a circle.

All around me were many crosses,

in flames.

[imitating the sound of flames]

These are primal symbols,
the fire, the cross...

Something's happening.

Later on, at my parent's house,

I had a dream that was,
like, the precursor of evil.

It goes like this.

I'm in my bedroom, as it is now.

There's a poster, and above
the poster is a semicircle.

This semicircle is
completed by a dotted circle.

Within this it said:

I read this, and it's as if I
received some information.

And the house goes all Paranormal Activity,

there's a force that fucks everything up.

- There's this noise.
- [imitates a vibrating sound]

Terrifying.

- Have I told you this before?
- It rings a bell.

I hide in my mother's bedroom.

She's not there. I close the door.

The door keeps banging
and banging and then it stops.

I realize my mother is there.

I open the door, thinking all's done.

My mother says "What's wrong with you?"

I look down and I'm like a chicken!

Like, the evil has gotten inside me,

I'm haunted.

And then I woke up.

I woke up terrified, I
was maybe in high school.

It was a mostly defining moment,
this evil, even somewhat useful.

And I said three Hail Mary's.

Look what's going to happen.

I'll be Sofia for ten minutes, so
you can see what you look like.

OK, agreed.

What do you think so far?

[they chuckle]

Think about it.

What kind of phone calls would
happen if a comet showed up?

But, kind of like, we find out
today, and it's happening tomorrow.

That tomorrow afternoon, at 4pm
say, there's a 98% chance it will happen.

Who would you call?

Would you arrange to meet somebody?

Your family, maybe?

[the sound of birds flying above]

Would we call our mothers?

Ideally, I would like to gather
up, in a really beautiful place,

everyone I love.

- Everyone! From all my life.
- Ten or twenty people.

Everyone! From those I loved when
I was a kid up to that particular day.

A real fiesta.

Yes, and I can see them all,
they're all in my field of view.

I dig it.

Everyone, even people I have
forgotten, I want them there.

Like the nice kiosk owner, who
once gave me a chewing gum.

- There, where?
- Where we are having the fiesta.

You will be there, our
friends, my childhood friends.

-We'll be playing music. -Yes!

Anything we want. We'll play music,
we'll dance, certainly get wasted.

- But good wasted, not like...
- Won't we cry?

Of course we'll cry.

A kiosk owner once gave
me a great piece of advice.

Go on.

I went to the kiosk to buy
a comic book, and I said...

My mother's hair salon was nearby.

I said: "Can I get this and pay you later?"

He said: "I'll tell you one thing",

"never be in debt."

I still remember this.

I must have been in the
early years of primary school

Unfortunately, I am in debt. [she laughs]

It's easy to feel like that.

I just try to intellectualize it,

not let it drag me
down into total darkness.

Because it's irrational,
it doesn't make sense.

It's just a feeling, that nobody likes me.

Why wouldn't they like me? I'm fine.

Or that they are doing it
as a favor, being with me.

And I have to work incredibly hard,

to say thank you.

To prove that I am here.

We move through chaos,

and we grab things, here,
there, and all about, to hold onto,

but they're all nothing,
rocks and snot and dirt.

This really scares me.

The randomness, the
insignificance of the things we grab.

And I try really hard to believe.

But not with distrust.

With all my heart.

I get this with plays.

I have to be there, to watch it,
because there's nothing else I can do.

I have to be there.

I have to read that book, that poem,
I have to watch that performance.

As much as I can.

That is, I could call it,
a sacred relationship.

I have felt my body opening up.

I have felt pain, tears,
immense joy, all together.

It's basically the sensation
that you are not alone.

This feeling brings catharsis.

For a short while.

- I'm not sure how to describe it.
- I hear you loud and clear.

But it can also become an obsession.

If there is a performance,

that, for some reason,
has captured my heart,

I'll go every day.

I'll be there every day.

And I'll open my eyes as wide as I can,
and I'll open my ears as wide as I can.

In the hope...

that I will get inside this, I
will become a part of this thing.

I myself will become the play,
a part of me will remain in there.

It will become a part of me.

You are Sofia.

Your favorite food is burgers.

You used to be agoraphobic.

Or at least you had
panic attacks on the train.

The truth of the matter is...

you like gossiping and
you want to be an artist.

You make strong connections
with only a few people.

And you can make a mess of everything.

I want to wake up at my leisure.

-What time? -10.30am.

I want to have had a good night's sleep,

and wake up full and calm,
having seen beautiful dreams.

Drink my coffee.

Eat breakfast.

And go our for a walk
on a sunny day like today.

What would you have for breakfast?

I'd get something from the bakery.

-A leek pie. -A leek pie?

-I'd have a leek pie. -Bloody hipster!

-Come on! Why? -I just felt like saying it.

But why?

[they both laugh]

I mean, leek pie! What's
wrong with a cheese pie?

You are alone,

but not lonely.

You seek.

You like girls.

I like girls too.

I like leeks!

It's your ideal day, no
comment! [she laughs]

I'll have a nice leek pie,
I'll go for a long walk.

Somewhere both sunny and shady.

With a great view.

This walk will end up at
a place with a great view.

Then I'd like to meet my friends for lunch.

We'll go to a taverna and eat burgers,

steak, fries, greek salad, greens...

-Yes! -Certainly tzatziki.

And we'll drink beers.

Not too much, just enough
to get dazzled by the sun,

and just talk about stuff.

One of those long, slow discussions.

Then, after we've digested all that,
I'd like to go with anyone that wants to

or even by myself,

to go to the antiques
shop and browse old books.

As a friend once said, you seem antique.

What really surprises me, always,

is when I begin something
with great confidence,

and it hits me full in the face.

-That's good. -It's amazing!

It's like, you're grateful, that
you had no idea on the subject.

It's amazing that your natural instincts
work, otherwise you’d be out of it.

Such things make your
everyday life more interesting.

I think we never stop working.

We work constantly, we
are always thinking about it,

even when we're watching
Netflix or having sex!

OK, maybe then we stop thinking for a bit.

But, whenever, when you eat a steak,
I don't know, everything is connected.

I want the entire day
to be free of worries.

I've got this image in my head.

I'm walking down central
Athens, in the evening.

I've just had some drinks,
I'm young, like, a teenager.

And everything looks like it's floating.

So tender.

I'd like a day like that, simple,

devoid of any worries.

That would be the ideal day.

Then I'll return home.

I don't care whether I'll be
alone or with my boyfriend.

Obviously, it'd be even
better to be with my boyfriend!

And then we'll go to sleep.

- We'll have sex, obviously!
- That's what I was about to say.

When we were at your house, the day
we had that long discussion about prayer,

I was thinking afterwards...

They're nothing.

Look at this one, it's great.

I saw it on the street, it's a huge tree
and on it there's a large icon of Jesus.

-Jesus? -Yes, a Catholic Jesus.

How cool are those photos? They're tiny!

Yeah, I print them small.

Look here.

Poetry.

I think it suits us.

"I wish the origin of our
world is never revealed."

From the top, I got nervous.

[in a serious manner] "I wish the
origin of our world is never revealed."

Our world, smoke and confetti.

"And sparks, some words,
everything floating."

[he cries loudly] Go to Hell,
you wacko! I'm tired, I'm bored!

-What, do you wanna leave? -No.

-I love you. -I love you too.

- I do love you, I'm not just saying it!
- Me too, me too!

My mate,

his girlfriend,

after a live gig.

His girlfriend says:

"I would kiss you,

but I'm not sure whether I'd
kiss you because I fancy you,

"or because I see your image right now."

She spaced out during the
performance, and she was looking at me...

Weird.

- How close were you with him?
- Very! Full mates.

And I say:

"OK, cool,

but definitely not here and not now!"

Couple of days later, we're
having lunch with my mate,

and I tell him.

Look, that day, such and such happened,

your girlfriend said she wanted to kiss me.

I wanted you to know.

He saw red!

Not with me, with her!
Things were already a bit...

Later on, at home, after everyone left,

I ask him:

"Would you rather I hadn't told you?"

And he says yes!

Fuck me!

That sucks.

Each man for himself.

You see, in Crete we have this thing.

To show affection, more
than physical contact...

"Don't worry, honey, it'll be OK"

we swear at you.

- To come closer.
- You must pursue this Cretan tradition.

No, I feel like dis.

[she laughs]

Isn't it amazing, that some people,

it rarely happens,

they walk into a room, you look at them,

and you just know it,
it's gonna be awesome!

-It's very rare. -I'm glad it's rare.

- If it happened all the time...
- We'd all be nuts!

It wouldn't be the same,
if it happened often.

-You think? -That's what I think, yes.

So, frequency negates some things.

Yes, unfortunately and fortunately.

Fortunately, because we
have other things to do!

There's so many things I want to dip in.

-I can't have palpitations...
[he yells] -Name three of them!

Friends, most important.

-Friends. -Sure, that's sacred.

Art, the art we create.

That takes time and focus.

- It takes over your whole life.
- Yes, you have to be present, always.

And real life.

Cook a meal, relax,

go for a walk, enjoy your home.

Hold on.

Bloody hell.

Are you telling me,

that art and real life are not like so?

Of course, it's just a figure of speech.

What do you think happens when we die?

Nothing.

-C'mon, man! We're just dead? -Yes.

What do you think?

-We're going somewhere, man. -Where?

You die, your heart stops, and then...

[imitating the sound of a cosmic event]

You know, rhythmically!

With sound effects!

Like what you just did?

Yeah, but much better.

Like, fucking perfect sound.

High pitched.

Electromagnetism.

That's what I think.

I don't have any data.

But, we die,

everything goes black, bye bye!

That seems...

like, super pointless.

It's like you're saying we have no soul.

Three things come to mind.

One is the kind of love,

when you connect with
another person, through love.

And it's just...

more than just a fuck,
where you get a buzz.

It's a sort of spiritual act.

This brings great love.

There was love afterwards,
when we were not having sex.

That was nice.

The other thing is companionship.

When love is there when we eat,
when we exist, when we chill out.

And a third kind of love,
that just leads to destruction.

What do you mean?

Two narcissistic
personalities, let's just say,

that one kills the other, simultaneously.

I'm not sure if I've even been "in love".

I'm not sure what it looks like.

I've been through a phase difference,
first I was in love, then she was.

I've been through a destructive one.

Like an art form, that was something else.

Mostly destructive,
but I call that love too.

- With the same person?
- No, two different people.

One was a phase difference,
and the other one was destruction.

I'm thinking of a case,

that was, for me, not
like an escape route...

It was huge.

It had gone so far out, and I knew it,

that it had nothing anymore
to do with that person.

It was bigger than that.

I felt such a need,

such a need to be around him,

that I could hardly speak
to him when I was there.

Yet, I didn't mind.

I didn't want to be his girlfriend.

I felt that, as long as he was somewhere
out there, even if I was elsewhere,

even if we were not
together, I felt his presence.

I felt his presence, that he
was somewhere in Athens.

It was as if I was on fire, for ages.

The only thing that moved
me was this relationship.

-It was like fuel. -It was, real fuel.

I'd look at him and disintegrate.

A single moment of looking at him,

could last me for the next two months.

But I didn't pass that on to him.

It was a very selfish thing.

-Me, out of this, I just take. -I absorb.

There is this play.

It's called Amedee.

There's this couple, in
a room, living their life,

and in the next house, right next to them,

there's a growing corpse,
and that's their love.

[they chuckle]

[he speaks like a demon]
- Here's your child, your present!

Yes, have a gift!

And even though I feel it, deep inside,

I know this, that things
will decay and wither,

I want to take it to the end.

All the way, become a self eating zombie!

Yes! To say I've felt it, I've done it!

[he laughs]

And then, once again, from the top.

I feel like I'm always
rushing headfirst onto a wall.

I think what we're describing
is, and let me know if you agree,

-is our incapacity to connect. -Exactly.

I'll drink to that!

[clinking glasses]

We are incapable to make connections.

There's this terror, that if
we do, what happens next?

Next... nothing.

Then you find excuses.

Are we, what, like, a couple,
we've been dating for 10 months...

Bullshit.

Even though nothing and nobody
is saying that this is destructive.

[in a funny voice] "We are artists,

and we want to experience intensity."

Bollocks to that.

We forget that all this is
transient, it's a short journey,

and we think we have problems,
or we create problems for ourselves.

So that we can cozy up with our friends.

It's impossible not to have
problems, it's impossible not to nag.

When, maybe, that could be what's
best. When you say I'm not going anywhere,

I'll stay here, in this
place, and attend to it.

Not in a traumatic way.

For real, in a meaningful way.

Because, for sure, we're going to die,
we don't have all the time in the world.

Everything hinges on
creation and destruction.

Therefore, I appreciate those who
move from one relationship to the next.

-Everyone can do what they like! -Fuck it.

Exactly, fuck it. [she laughs]

Who are we to give advice? We
do it right, the others do it right?

Does it matter? Not at all.

[they laugh]

The others nag 'cause they are
suppressed, can't see their friends,

and we nag because we suppress ourselves.

[he yells] Let them all go to hell!

You know, I like, in
Westerns, that moment when...

[he lights up his cigarette]

the gunslinger is about to draw,
and that moment lasts for centuries!

That's what I like, the time just before!

We wear belts,

we wear bras, we wear coats.

We close up, everything is pushed inwards.

-It's true. -It's horrible.

-It's true. -We can't breathe properly.

We breathe from up here.

We're stressed, rushed, pressured.

To be someone, to do something.

Things are so simple.

-You search and search. -And it's all here.

It's all simply here.

You have wrecked your body,

for something without value.

Such is the world we live in, right now.

- You have wrecked your body.
- And we call it logic.

We're getting older, we
smoke and drink all day...

-And we'll continue to do so. -Yeah!

A friend once said: "Why is
it that we, who live in Greece,

in the Balkans, in Russia,

why do we constantly drink and smoke?"

It's because we're unhappy,
we are deeply miserable.

-I hear you. -It's true, though.

The answers are truly simple.

If you live your life like
this, you will not be fine.

-Sure. -You'll never relax.

Your body will never open up.

- You'll twist yourself inwards.
- Yeah, sure, like smog.

[children are screaming in the background]

Smog and shampoo.

-[imitating a child's voice] -I can wash!

-[imitating a child's
voice] -Shampoo for life!

Because I'm worth it!

And those next to me say
they don't want shampoo!

Am I doing things wrong,
is my thinking wrong?

This is it, constantly.
Am I doing things wrong?

So you write and write, you
create a new language, a new self.

You use new words, because maybe.

Maybe, if I watch 100
movies, it will be better.

Maybe, if I write a
book, it will be better.

Maybe, if I re-watch the same
100 movies, it will be better.

If I see you, again, it will be better.

-It's... it's relentless. -Yes!

You never say, I'll just
stay here, just for a minute.

-Doing nothing. -That's it! Cheers!

I think we want to get so
tired, and then just sleep.

[they laugh loudly]

But you don't want just to sleep,
you want first to do, you know...

-[on the top of his lungs] -I
want to do a million things.

I want to make waves.

I want to do nothing,

and at the same time, move
people and be moved myself.

And that's all, fuck it!

What is weird, and why?

This conversation can drive me nuts!

Who is weird and why.

And who is this person, telling
us, that something is weird.

Is there someone, sitting
somewhere, pointing their finger at us?

[he cries angrily] Yes! The
Ministry of Social Symptoms!

The planet's not gonna tilt on its axis.

-Yeah, man! -Thank God!

-This is it! -[she laughs]

We think, my darling dearest,
we think we've got problems.

We think we've got problems,
but, in truth, nothing has happened.

We're like "oh man",

mostly our mothers, you
know, that generation,

[in an older sounding
voice] "Oh, man, now what?"

Bollocks, man!

And we get all this stress.

That we must be like little soldiers.

Everything has to be done so fast!

Everything has to be ID'd,
everything has to be clear.

Fuck off, you wankers!

This is what drives you
mad, that nothing happened.

And, if nothing happened, and
we don't have serious problems,

why can't we live like this, all the time?

Like what?

Like we want to.

Without requiring a
7-hour discussion to say it.

I just want to live my life.

- That's all I want, to live my life.
- [he laughs]

-But I want to live it in full. -Yes.

As it is.

Just as you arrived, like this.

I want to experience you, just as you are.

[howling like wolves]

UPRISING

[he sings]You fucking clock

You fucking clock

You're eating us alive

You fucking clock

You've eaten What we
have been longing for...

I'll get the next one.

[sound of cars and trains passing by]

I've got to go.

Till next time.

[the sound of the bus braking
and doors opening and closing]

[My Blazer by DEFTERA
plays in the background]

♫ Don't I amaze ya ♫

♫ Walking down the street
in nothing but that blazer ♫

♫ Oh I feel fantastic ♫

♫ And you're not wrong
that's my soft dick ♫

♫ poking out of the bottom ♫

♫ I'm 84 years old and I'm rotten ♫

♫ Ever since my school days
there's been something wrong ♫