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THE MAN WHO LOST HIS SHADOW

You have no right to talk like this!

- No right? - No, you haven't.

- Why not? - You're speculating.

I've worked like crazy all my life.

Now I want some peace and quiet.

I didn't come here to be a boss or a landlord

but to live out my days here.

I was generalising.

You're talking about me. Theorising.

I know what's best for me. You don't.

You learn in books.

- So do you. - Yes, but not only in books.

In life too. I've taken some risks.

I'm taking some too.

Did you quit or did they sack you?

Both. You don't call your boss an idiot unless you want to quit.

They sack you straight away.

So...

happy to be home?

Tell me. Happy?

Your father's mad!

He's gone mad.

Going away, just like that.

Gone.

"Will return very soon. Love. "

Help me.

I don't know, ask around. Someone may know.

I don't know who to call.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I'm exhausted. The engine's busted.

Let me do it. You've worked hard enough.

I'm not the only one.

Besides, when you follow the call of duty,

it wears you out, you know.

You...

- you have no faith anymore. - Are you kidding?

I believe in lots of things.

In you, for instance.

People are comical,

and tragic too.

And the best creation so far.

True, people can do fantastic things.

But I also like clouds, cities...

Deserts.

I like everything.

You like everything but you have faith in nothing.

You've lost faith in the world, in progress.

- That... - You see,

you've thrown in the towel.

Everyone gives up.

No-one has ideas anymore.

When you do things without ideas,

when you no longer know why you do them,

we say you're a man who's lost his shadow.

- They'll come back tomorrow, with the sun. - No.

They won't come back, sun or no sun.

Paul, you're a man who's lost his shadow.

- All of us are these days. - No, not me! I'm not!

Furthermore, you left your wife.

- I didn't! - Call her then.

I told you I want to be alone.

She'll make a scene over the phone. I don't need that.

- Or she might turn up. - But she's your wife!

Don't you love her?

You also have a child and you disappeared without a word.

I left her a note.

She knows I'm not gone for long and that I need some quiet.

What's going on is my own business.

Two people is one too many.

Hi.

You didn't return my call.

I asked around but no-one knows anything.

I don't know what we could do.

The best is to wait, he'll surely give news.

Or come home.

I can't wait any longer.

Don't you understand?

I can't.

It's impossible.

I don't like this at all.

I don't know...

I have a bad feeling.

I must find something.

I may have an idea.

His Spanish ex-girlfriend, Maria.

She knows him well, they travelled together.

Maybe she'll find out something. Do you know her?

No.

I don't at all want to ask her for help.

Why not? Her affair with Paul is over.

The girl's terrific. She'll help you if she can.

Go see her.

I must have her address somewhere.

I don't want to.

I don't.

- Hello. - Hi.

Er... Are you Maria?

- Si. - Hi, I'm Paul's wife.

Can I see you for a moment?

Now? But I just got up.

It's important.

What's happening? Is it serious?

Yes. Well, I don't know.

- It's about Paul. He's disappeared. - Disappeared?

Yes.

As you know him well, I was thinking...

You may have an idea of where he could be.

I don't know, I haven't seen him for two years.

I don't know anything.

Come in for a minute. I have to get ready.

Look at your grandmother.

My grandmother?

Yes, the sea's my mother.

So she's your grandmother.

I'm sure he's in Spain.

I can't think of any other place.

Are you sure?

- I know Paul quite well. - Better than me it seems.

We were together for nearly 5 years.

He was studying Political Science.

A handsome student. And brilliant too.

You're lucky to have married him.

Right now, well...

What's the name of that place in Spain?

Cabo de Gata. Near Almeria.

Antonio runs a kind of bar-restaurant over there.

- Hasn't he told you about him? - A bit.

- Why would he have gone there? - Antonio's like a father to him.

A father?

Are we talking about the same person?

That old Spanish guy who had a bike workshop

- in the street where Paul used to live? - Yes.

He's educated, and a wise man.

Exactly the company I'd be seeking if I were Paul.

Wise and educated.

Paul's interested in History.

And he likes motorbikes.

At first it was just about mechanics

and sharing a few drinks.

But Paul realised Antonio was a living memory

and a human.

Memory of what?

His family was communist,

they had to leave Spain after the Civil War

and they came to France.

He was always active in the Spanish exile circle.

Always talking politics.

But Antonio's an expert.

I like him a lot.

- Do you really think Paul went to see him? - I'm sure.

Three years ago, Antonio sold his shop to return to his village.

He was tired and sick.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life back home.

I like that place very much.

Paul used to take me there.

I'll go.

- Where? To Cabo de Gata? - Yes. I am going.

No. Calm down.

First of all we need to find Antonio's phone number.

That way you can check if he's really there.

No, I don't want to call him. I don't.

- I'm going up to my room. - Okay, we're closing.

Good night, Antonio.

- Is he back? - No, no, he's not.

But I'm going there. My mind's made up. I'm going.

- That's good. - But I can't go on my own.

- Would you come with me? - You want me to come?

- Are you joking? - Not at all.

Really?

Don't you think we'd make a weird team?

Paul was my lover for quite some time.

Not anymore.

Do you still love him?

Well, we didn't split up in a blood bath.

Listen, I can't go on my own. I won't be able to.

I don't like aeroplanes, I don't speak a word of Spanish.

I can't go by myself.

It's impossible.

Will you please come with me?

It's ridiculous.

- Do you dreams? - At night?

No, during the day. Do you still dream?

- Well, you see... - You reckon?

What do you dream of?

Dreams are over. People no longer dream.

You no more than the rest.

Everyone's satisfied.

And everyone complains and is bored.

No-one dreams of anything.

We wallow in indignity.

No. I dream. Yes, I dream. Thank to you.

That's why I'm here.

This the last place on Earth where I still can dream.

Here, at your place.

Well, don't dream too much.

Don't you find we wallow in indignity?

What do we do? Shall we dance?

You'll have to do without me for a few days.

Are you leaving?

- Where are you going? - To Spain.

- Going travelling? - No.

What for, then?

You're way too curious!

I'm going to act in a comedy.

So you're in theatre now?

How about us? Without you we dance like ducks.

Well, try singing.

What's the comedy?

A comedy... or a tragedy.

Or both.

- Your story's a bit suss. - Who are you dumping us for?

What's his name?

His name is... Paul.

Where've you been?

In the desert. It was fantastic, superb.

Do you think so? Where nothing, nothing grows.

Precisely, it's not been designed for tomatoes.

It was designed for people like me.

It was designed for saints, mystics.

Or for desperate people who no longer believe in anything.

- Like you. - Sure.

Could I have your car tonight? I don't want to ride to town.

No, tonight I have a party meeting.

You're still a member?

Of course. I'm not a traitor.

Come and help me prepare dinner.

Peel the potatoes.

I bet you're good to nothing in the kitchen.

Not much. I just feed myself.

It's not good. A man's judged on his cooking.

This is Maria, Paul's friend.

Yes. That's right.

Yes. Here's one thing. I'm coming with his wife.

But don't tell him. Don't tell him anything.

That's right. It will be a surprise.

Very good. Bye, Antonio. See you tomorrow. Bye.

What's happening? Any good news?

Yes, some good news.

Have you had an argument with your wife?

No, not at all.

But we should have.

It's not her fault you were sacked from the paper.

Of course not.

But she was doing her best to re-assure me.

And I didn't want that.

I wanted to loathe, I was gasping for hatred.

When you feel that way, you need people who hate too.

But everyone loves everyone.

Everything's a delight! It's horrible.

What is it? Am I making you laugh?

Yes, you're hysterical.

What chance do we have to find him?

One out of ten? One out of 100?

- Tell me, roughly. - I'd say...

- Nine out of ten. - Nine out of ten?

Ah, I don't believe in it anymore.

I feel ridiculous.

I find this entertaining.

I don't

These are love games.

No doubt.

Well, for you, this isn't very important.

For me it's not a game. Not at all.

What would you have done in my place?

I don't know.

Nothing.

I would have waited.

You weren't really in love then.

Oh, yes, I was.

Like crazy.

And if he wasn't alone?

If there was another woman?

Well, there! Three women? Hard to imagine! A real corrida!

No, he's on his own.

Once in the street

the fist thing I felt was a huge relief.

And then, little by little, I started to be afraid.

Not for money reasons

But I felt there was only one way to tell things.

One language, the same everywhere,

the only one allowed.

Write for another paper.

They are all the same. All of them.

We live in a sort of feeble totalitarianism.

But what basically did they reproach you?

You still write about economic problems, don't you?

Yes, among other things.

I wrote a series of articles they refused to publish.

- I'd worked hard on them. - On what subject?

It was like Sci-fi.

A scenario for a disaster film.

I guess it was a bit cocky.

What was it about?

Gods and myths are dead. History's a slow motion catastrophe.

You're talking bullshit.

No, no, no. I'm very serious.

I'm telling you, Paul, you're talking crap.

All right, I'll go on.

- After the end of Communism... - Eh! It's not over yet.

It may not even have started.

It may be for later.

If you want.

After the end of Communism, let's talk about the end of Capitalism.

That's the disaster film. A scenario for the next century.

- You are talking about Big Satan? - Big Satan?

Yes. It's there, over there.

American aircraft carriers.

Of course.

If they won't have your stories, go and write elsewhere.

You're young. Get moving.

You have the choice.

No-one has the choice. There's only one model.

It's not true. You must keep going.

Keep thinking. Keep writing.

It's your job.

My job is precisely about talking, about words.

And they cut me off.

I've become a mute.

And that's what depresses me.

You're a bit too delicate. Something can still be done.

Possible. Not sure.

I've become a gumdrop. No energy.

No drive. Nought.

Nothing.

Poor little thing!

- Not even women? - Yes! But then I want them all!

It's my big fantasy. Bums, boobs, anything with anyone.

You see, you're not dead yet.

But one doesn't make a living out of it.

Or else you become a pimp.

No, I couldn't do that.

And anyway that's just fantasies.

We're totally insane!

I don't know what we're doing here.

Just the fact of being here all of a sudden

makes me realise how absurd the situation is.

We're going to look completely stupid.

Before leaving we were fools. Now we're tragedy characters.

I don't really see it that way.

I'm sure this is pointless.

- That's how I feel. - I don't think so.

Is it here?

- This is Anne, Paul's wife. - Paul's wife?

How did you find out he was here?

- Is he here? - Yes, he lives here, he's upstairs.

But he left for the afternoon. He'll be back tonight.

- But how did you know? - We guessed.

Ah, women always guess things.

They have no idea about geography.

They have no idea where north and south are

but they always find their man.

- Do you want to wait for him? - Yes, we'll wait.

You won.

You're very good.

I'm relieved to know we didn't waste our time.

Paul will pull a funny face when he sees us.

He'll be dumbfounded.

- Do you think he'll be pleased? - I don't know.

I think he will.

Personally I don't think he'll be pleased to see you.

He wants to be alone.

Two women landing...

Yes...

it will be an open warfare. I'll count the points.

Come on, let's go outside while we wait.

I feel like a walk.

We'll be at the beach.

If things get difficult, will you be on my side?

You're asking a lot from me.

I have nothing to do with your problems.

I like you, but...

to play mediator isn't at all my thing.

And... women solidarity? Ever heard of it?

I'd be more inclined to add fuel to the fire.

Let's say I'll make an effort.

When he sees us both...

All men dream of having two women.

Maybe, but they usually prefer to see them separately.

Don't they?

Unless the two women are friends.

- Difficult. - Why not?

You'll see when Paul arrives.

Two women will be a lot for him to handle.

It would be worse if we were friends.

We could be friends, you and me, don't you think?

Yes, sure.

But what do you do about Paul?

Precisely. We love, or have loved, the same man.

We have something in common.

On the contrary.

It should be a reason for hating each other.

Why? The friends of our friends are our friends.

But not the lovers of our lovers, never.

Where there's sex, there's violence.

There's death, lurking somewhere.

Yes, but Paul for you, it's an old story, isn't it?

I can't believe it!

What are you doing here?

No way.

I came here to see you.

Who told you where I was?

No-one knew.

Was it you, Antonio? Did you tell her?

Me? Never! I didn't say anything to anyone.

It was me. I guessed.

Why are you together?

Did you know each other?

My god, it's a conspiracy.

Are you mad? It's unbelievable!

I have the right to be worried, don't I?

Worry about what? I wanted to be alone.

Does that seem strange to you to want to be alone for once?

Stop it!

You weren't your usual self. You left...

'Mister' wants to be alone so he leaves a note and go.

No-one knows where he is. He just wants to be alone.

It looks slightly irresponsible to me, doesn't it?

- You've got a wife, a kid... - I said I wouldn't be long!

- The kid's at your mother's. - Is he all right?

Is he all right?

- He is just fine. - See, he's fine! He's there every day!

What are you doing here?

Nothing. I breathe.

I ride my bike.

I try to write a bit, to clear things out, that's all.

It is working?

From now on, the game is over.

It seems my presence bothers you.

Yes. It does.

Nice welcoming.

You seem to have lost your sense of humour.

I find the situation quite amusing. Don't you?

I don't feel like laughing right now.

Neither like making you laugh.

Now he's moving to tragedy.

Tragedy is the inability for people to be alone.

Especially women.

You act like the other half of something.

You're lost if you can't hang on to a man!

I'm a pot of glue, am I?

Maria, are you coming? I'm going back to the hotel.

Or would you rather stay with him?

I am going too. I'm tired.

- Was he like that with you? - We weren't married.

- It makes no difference. - You think so?

Right.

I think your part ends here.

Which means?

I don't see what more you could do for me.

It's been very nice of you to take me here.

Now it's my turn to make a move.

I may be able to do something for Paul.

For Paul?

I don't see what you could do for him.

I don't know. We'll see.

You really want me to catch the next plane?

What am I here for? Am I your conveyor?

Your real estate agent?

I want to stay around here for a while.

What are you going to do?

Maybe things are just beginning.

And I really like this place.

I may have a part to play in this story.

I really don't see one.

Me neither.

Let's wait a bit.

You don't like waiting without doing something, do you?

No.

In fact, I don't know what I'm waiting for.

- How about you? - I'm not waiting for anything.

I feel good here.

Travelling means being absent, ladies.

And absence...

means abandonment.

Absent to yourself. And to the world's obscurity.

Going where we know nothing and understand nothing...

There's nothing better.

I wanted to be inaccessible to my subscribers. I failed.

- Not too sad, are you? - Yes, I am. The timing's wrong.

I don't need you right now.

I don't want to be a couple.

Luckily we're going to be three. Three's the right number.

- Lf you're joking, you must be feeling better. - I'm not joking.

- And you, how are you? - I'm fine.

- And you, Maria? - Me? I'm feeling great.

Good job! The women are feeling good.

Here it is...

My office. My den.

Fifty weeks in Paris with you.

Two weeks here with myself.

Is it a deal?

Is this part of a ploy?

A ploy?

Where are you leading me with this?

What do you expect me to think?

What will you do about me?

Nothing. What are you imagining?

I'm not the one making a fuss.

And there's two of you.

- Why is Maria involved? - I'm talking about me here.

I'm trying to understand.

It has nothing to do with you.

Is that so?

Yet, it's affecting me.

- You see, it affects me. - It shouldn't.

I'm making a slight change to my routine. Nothing more.

It has nothing to do with you, all right?

That's the whole point. I'd like to be a part of it.

Why make things even more complicated?

If you have problems, I'd like to share them. Normal, isn't it?

Some things don't need to be shared.

It only doubles them.

Like hassles, for example.

Yes, hassles.

If you share them with someone you divide them in half.

It makes them lighter. They don't multiply.

It's also called love.

You're mixing things up. Reducing everything to feelings.

- It's not the problem. - What is the problem? Your job?

- You will find a new one. - It's not that simple.

Where are we?

Fifty years ago there was a gold mine up there.

And this was the miners' village.

The silence...

What are we doing here?

I'm not a tourist! I'm not on holiday!

Neither am I. What did you come here for?

- I came here... to find out. - To find out what?

I want to understand! Don't you get it?

I don't get it. I want to understand the whole thing.

It's quite simple.

I wanted to be alone a few days, be some place else.

I too may want to run away,

but with you...

- Don't you keep any secrets? - No, not from you.

- And you, do you keep any from me? - Yes, of course.

- You guys are so selfish, so egotistic!

Everyone's alone inside one's skin.

Sometimes it's pure delight, other times it's hell.

I've been raised to be kind and sweet, but now...

- I want to scream. - Go for it! Scream!

I want you to touch me.

You haven't stroked me since I've been here.

Or even looked at me.

Look at me.

Did you hire Maria?

She's very kind, she's helping me.

Some days I just can't do it.

I feel tired.

My engine's covered millions of kilometres.

- It's had it. - A lot of kilometres on a push-bike.

Oh, only amateur racing.

Here they are... great champions.

Look. Berrendero, Bahamontes. Friends of mine.

They signed autographs. See? Antonio Bertilla Malera.

That's me, isn't it?

What are we doing here?

Are you going to stay much longer?

It doesn't make any sense anymore.

Tomorrow we'll pack our bags and go, okay?

I don't see what else is making you stay.

I'm here because I can't be anywhere else, especially not home.

That's pure crap!

Do you feel good in your room while I'm sleeping in a hotel?

Are you kidding me?

- Stay if you want, I'm leaving. - Lf you're leaving, let's have a party.

All together.

We'll dance, drink and listen to some music.

- Okay? - Are you well enough to party?

Always well enough to party.

Anne... Let's have a party!

Whatever you want.

We're going to listen to my friend Juan Gomez.

But we have to be very well-dressed.

It's a world from before.

An ancient world.

I start to understand what you're looking for.

- That's what you're looking for. - What 'that'?

- A world from before. - Before what?

From before! Before...

I don't know, before the age of television for example.

Possible.

And that's where they come from.

How does it feel when you lose your illusions?

It happens to everyone. Always.

But they aren't all lost. Not at all.

We aren't that deep into shit.

It's impossible.

We can't be that shameful. It's impossible.

What's not possible?

Let's stop arguing. Let's have a good time.

We are with two beautiful women.

Paul thought we could separate everything.

On one side, moral questions,

on the other, life with people.

That doesn't work.

He flew to his head but life caught up with him.

So did women. That'll teach you!

Next time I'll go to the moon.

- Why not go dancing? - Let's go dancing.

- To my place. - Aren't you tired? I'm exhausted.

Antonio, can you take me back to the hotel?

I'm exhausted too, but I'm thirsty!

One last drink, then we go home, all right?

- Okay. Let's go to my place. - Right.

- Then I'll take the girls back. - No...

No, I'm tired, really. Go without me.

Come on, just one last drink, the four of us!

No, the hotel's very close. Really. I'll walk.

- Stay. - Let's go, let's go.

- Good night! - See you tomorrow.

I'm going home. I'm dead.

Maria...

want a lift back?

I'm staying.

You're staying?

Paul, don't forget to close!

- So, you're staying? - Yes, I'll sleep here.

You're going to sleep here?

You don't look too well.

Time for a bullfight, as you French have it.

No, not at all.

Too bad.

This would be a perfect stage for a drama.

With intense passion and blood pouring out.

But no!

Not even that.

Not so sure, actually.

This might be the first act of the play.

Of the tragedy.

This story doesn't need death.

We're civilised people.

Precisely.

Who will tell Anne what happened between us last night?

Will you or will I?

Why would you tell her?

I like your wife.

I wouldn't lie to her. I wouldn't be able to.

Will you or will I?

Neither of us. You can't be serious.

I am completely serious.

You're totally nuts!

Well, if you don't want to tell her, I will.

In any case, she'll find out today.

To what purpose?

Maria's right. It's the right and fair thing to do.

Stop this rubbish!

I have enough problems as it is.

What game are you playing?

It's not a game. I'm doing it for her.

Sure. You just find it amusing.

No, it's because I like you both.

- What if she strangles you? - I don't think she will.

Do it then.

Go and tell her.

Give her the details. I took you on the desk from behind, right?

That won't be necessary.

If we take the risk,

it would be better if you told her.

You're really crazy, you know. You're not going to do it.

I am.

- Damn. I can't believe this. - It's true.

Is Maria here?

I waited for her at the airport and I missed my plane.

Why didn't you catch it without her?

Are you crazy or what?

She's at the hotel. She was looking for you.

She had something important to tell you.

- Paul, take her to the hotel. - Thanks, Antonio.

It's not necessary. I don't need you. I have a cab.

You'll waste a fortune on a taxi.

What's going on?

I don't understand.

Fuck it!

It's not true.

It's not that bad. Nothing to die for.

For you it's not.

When I think I brought you over here.

I should have known the sort of woman you are.

It wasn't at all planned. I can assure you.

We all had too much to drink last night

and some memories came up to the surface.

That's all. It's the end of it.

You're the one he loves.

Strange way to show it.

It's disgusting. Disgusting. You're disgusting.

And Paul's an arsehole.

I don't think so.

I hate you.

That bad?

What do you expect? That I will jump in your arms?

It's no big deal. We don't own people's bodies.

Really? Everybody sleeps with everybody and no one cares?

- You've obviously never loved anyone. - Yes, I have.

I've been very jealous. But I've had enough of this comedy.

You love someone, you're jealous. It's normal, that's how it goes.

Yes, I know.

Last night, did he ask you stay or did you just stay?

I don't know.

It just happened, it wasn't him or me.

You disgust me.

You know what I told myself when I got up today?

I told myself that, for the rest of my life,

this was the last time I'd make love with Paul...

and that he was getting out of my life for ever.

It felt strange.

Not too sad, I hope.

A little, yes.

But Paul is yours.

Thanks for the gift.

He's a moron.

Stop following me.

You're an arsehole.

Stop it! There are people here. Stop it!

I don't give a damn! You're an arsehole!

Stop that!

You can stay in this rotten hole with your fucking ballerina

and screw her as much as you want.

Don't leave her like this. Go and get her!

Later. I'll wait for her to calm down a bit.

Where are you going? This road leads nowhere.

Come on, get on the bike!

Get on.

Get on!

Leave me alone! Do you understand?

Anne, get on.

Okay. Take me to the hotel.

I don't want to see you anymore. Not her, not you.

Get on the bike.

Come with me.

Women are a nuisance, aren't they?

No.

I usually prefer them to men.

I like women.

Their arses, you mean!

Yes, that too.

Although it's true that men are sometimes more fun.

You're too serious.

We have to be! We keep things together while you mess them up.

Oh my!

We spend our lifetime towing you along.

Is that so? I thought it was the other way round.

You women are always in a man's tow.

What you like though is to make a fuss, drama.

You never stop, even when nothing's happening.

You sure have got some nerve!

Blame me, while we are at it! Go on!

Nothing's going on? Nothing?

You don't care about me.

You don't care about anything.

You're totally indifferent to my feelings.

You sleep with her. I'm here in front of you, and you don't care.

You don't care.

Being faithful matters to me.

Not just to ideas but to people too.

- It does to me too. - Obviously not.

Only ravens are sexually faithful all their life, you know that.

I didn't know.

Well, now you know. We're not ravens!

Perhaps but it's damaging.

Not in this case. Maria's a thing of the past.

The past? That was last night!

And with her it's convenient. Less risky.

Convenient for you too.

As far as I know I didn't bring her here.

That's not what I brought her over for.

I liked her.

- Don't touch me! - Don't make a big deal out of it!

We're leaving tomorrow, Antonio.

You don't look well, you know.

You should quit work. Stay home.

And what would I do at home all day long?

Here, people drop by.

Like you.

Did you make peace?

For the moment, yes.

Well, I think so.

War's over.

Here maybe, but not out there.

We don't have enemies. We're all united.

The rich united against the poor.

Today the rich rebel against the poor.

That phrase isn't from you.

I'm allowed to use quotes.

Luckily, the battle of the sexes goes on.

The battle of sexes?

That one doesn't count.

- I thought I'd taught you one thing. - Many things.

Even to bake tarts.

Tarts?

Tarts.

- Is Antonio here? - He's at home today.

- He's not working? - He's not working.

- What happened? - His heart.

Keep this for me.

- How are you feeling now? - Good, good.

- Something made you tired. - Always the same.

It's the engine.

- I can see you. - I can hear you, I am here for you.

This is the end. I'm giving up.

An impressive ending.

I die with poetry.

If I don't bleed,

I still need courage.

There's something I need to declare before I go.

- Having you here... is a miracle. - Tell me.

- Don't leave. - I'm not leaving.

- When you will see the others... - Yes.

- Tell them to fight against calumny. - I'll tell everyone.

It's is important. I trust you.

I promise you.

Maria's left without a word.

She left the hotel.

It may be better like this.

She doesn't like saying goodbye.

Do you still love her?

Maybe. I don't know.

Our paths separated

and you came into my life.

And me, do you still love me?

You asked the same question twice in the last ten seconds.

Besides, it's a bad question.

My escape has nothing to do with my feelings.

You women are lucky.

You're made of one piece. One unique, single block.

You don't remove your feeling from the world.

Men put everything in separate compartments.

Here, matters of the heart. There, matters of the world.

Here, feelings.

There, sex.

Always adding, subtracting, dividing.

It's both much more complex and much easier.

It makes you stronger and also more fragile.

And now in which compartment am I?

It's all muddled up.

All muddled up. Is it what you want?

It's confusing.

It's closed. That's odd.

It's unusual. He never closes.

Let's go to his house.

Antonio died last night.

Do you want to see his wife?

The taxi's still here.

Take it so you don't miss your plane.

I'm staying for the funerals.

You're staying for the funerals?

Yes.

Can you get my bag out of the cab?

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