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THE GLASS ARTIST

It is a wonderful store. They sell so many beautiful things.

GLASS EXHIBITION OCTOBER 26TH

Shade the text more. And use brighter colors.

Make it look more enigmatic.

Well, but the rest looks perfect...

More enigmatic, eh?

Did you hear, Mahiya? Our son wants it to look more enigmatic.

Years ago, I was the one who told you what to do, Vincent.

Get to work.

Vincent!

Enough with the trains.

Did you see what I just did?

I wet the brush and I don't use too much paint.

- To make it look transparent. - Like glass!

And then I add color.

Your mother never managed to draw anything...

All his designs stayed in his head...

Time to manufacture it.

- What do you think? - It looks great!

The most fun follows.

And now we soak it in cold water.

You see? It's easy.

WAR IS DECLARED! Troops disembark in the Great Gorge

Your turn. Blow, Vincent.

- But... I'm going to burn. - This end does not burn.

Blow, son.

You have good lungs! Thank goodness!

Go get some air. You have done very well.

Yes!

Blue Djinn! Are you there?

You seem to be in a bad mood today.

Why are you in a bad mood?

Let's see if they catch up with me! Quickly!

You're not going to win today, Malik!

I don't understand why you want to to play with those guys.

You are not like them.

But if you would maybe let me let me go to school...

And why do you want to waste time at school?

A glass artist does not need to know more than making glass,

reading, writing, counting and some chemistry...

- But I would like to... - And I'm already teaching you that!

Vincent?

Vincent!

Yes, Dad?

Those sketches and designs you want to exhibit...

You have to order them.

It will take time for the gallery to time to catalog them.

Oh, I'll see what I can do.

These are not bad at all.

Oh, the Djinn...

Ah...

What?

VINCENT OLIVER 405 - Business District 76589 - Beaumont Road

Dear Vincent,

I hope you are well.

I know that when I left we were not in the same "syntony".

Just look, even to express myself I think of music...

I will never forget the day I I arrived at Waterfront Village.

That day I ran away and came across for the first time with the glassware.

I had never seen anything so beautiful.

It was magical.

Don't you find it curious...

...that you have found the glassware just in time

to catch that crystal flower

and get to know you?

- Many would say it was... - Fate.

Alliz? Alliz!

Where did that little girl go?

Enough with the games!

Ten.

The best fabrics at the best price!

Mine are the best! Go ahead! Buy them!

Dad, can you buy me some Gulab-yamun?

Dad, tell me how you and mom met.

You know that story story better than I do.

- Please, Dad. - It's all right.

- Your mom was... - A glass artist?

- That's right, Vincent. And he turned to your grandfather... - My grandfather?

Yes, to my father, to look for work.

- He had never met... - A woman who made crystal.

That's right! And I wasn't going to hire a

- until you see... - ...some of his works.

And they were the best I had ever seen!

Yes! He loved to tell me that story.

Go on, Dad.

Your mother was a born artist and your grandfather valued that.

So he...

My dad had been sent to protect the province

in the event that war came to the South.

Everyone expected a lot from him.

It wasn't easy for me to be Colonel Amano's daughter.

We were the center of attention.

Go away! We don't want your war here!

Get out of our town!

- Hey, why don't you shut up? - Respect our army!

The Great Gorge is a disputed territory.

It has many riches and very good very good agricultural land.

OLIVER GLASSWARE

They claim it, we claim it. That's why we are at war.

It is foolishness...

But then, whose land is it?

Vincent, the only land I care about is the one where our glassware is.

And the beach below... And its beautiful sand.

Did you find anything?

I asked you to throw this in the oven!

Ovens are for glass only.

My dad could have asked to be sent to a big city.

But on a reconnaissance mission stumbled upon the town of Waterfront.

He said it had its own very cozy charm of its own,

and that's why he wanted to take us there.

I was more excited about the Faculty of Music of the Municipal Academy.

Oh, Colonel Amano! Mrs. Amano! How nice to see you again!

Good morning, Director Bhatti. It is also a pleasure to see you.

Sorry if we are too early.

Not at all. I do not tolerate latecomers.

Oh, this must be Alliz! Welcome to our school, my dear.

How are you doing, Director Bhatti?

Ah, this is our music director, Professor Ansari!

Good morning, Alliz. I can't wait to hear you play.

Who is she?

I had never seen it before.

- Isn't she the colonel's daughter? - Is she really?

Oh, right.

According to my mother, he used his influence to get her admitted to college.

According to my mom, your mom knows everything.

Sadia, if you would shut your big mouth you would realize how good she is!

It's amazing!

Djinn?

Is it you?

Are you following me?

I thought that that noisy viola was the howling of the Djinn in the cave!

- It sounds as if it hurts your stomach.... - It's a violin, not a viola!

And the only one who seems to have your stomach is rumbling is you!

Hey!

It's the Djinn!

I don't know what that is...

A Djinn?

Hey!

Djinns are spirits made of fire without smoke.

They have special powers!

What do you mean by "special powers"?

The Djinns move between their world and ours.

They can transform into animals and sometimes even humans.

I once thought the postman's cat the letter carrier's cat was a Djinn.

I thought I saw spitting fire.

But it was just a little ball of hair.

Yuck, it was disgusting.

Some Djinns are good and others are bad.

And in almost every town there is one.

The one in this village lives in this cave.

And is this Djinn good or bad?

That's what I want to find out.

Always trying to chase strangers away from this beach and this sand...

So it sure is good.

And what is so special about this arena?

What's so special about it?

Don't you know it's the best sand in the world?

Is that so?

That's why my great-great-great-grandfather founded the glassworks here.

It is made of silica, that's why it's so white.

And what does glass have to do glass have to do with sand?

You really don't know that glass is made from sand?

How is it possible that glasses, bottles and even crystal glass roses are made from this?

- Oh, Alliz... - Eh?

- You know my name! - Oh! Uh...

The sand merges with other things...

There is a formula, but it has to be be done right or it will break.

- You're making it up. - If you want I can show it to you...

I have to go.

See you later, Vincent!

He also knows my name...

Yummy!

Yes, it is tasty.

"If you know how to cook sand you'll know how to bake anything."

Dad...

Mmm?

Colonel Amano's daughter doesn't believe that the crystal came from the sand...

- So I was wondering if... - Would you like to invite the Colonel's daughter?!

How did you think of that, son?

What if it burns with one of the furnaces?

Or if you get splinters in your hand?

Your father would shut us down! That's what the army does!

It's okay, Dad.

And Professor Ansari has given me some sheet music to get me up to speed...

Well, in my previous internship...

Behave yourself!

Haven't you considered playing the flute?

I wish... But this was in my attic and I had no choice.

My father always says that if an instrument is...

Hello!

Alliz!

What are you doing here?

- Deliveries from my dad. - He knows how to make glass, right?

Aha.

Penni, this is Vincent.

Good afternoon, Penni.

He claims that the glass is made with sand.

But I don't believe him.

So he's going to prove it to me by showing me the glassware.

Oh, when can I go?

- Today, tomorrow, next week? - Friday. Go Friday.

- Can I come too? - I really doubt you'd like it, Penni.

It's as if the sun lived there....

I thought the same thing when I was a kid.

But, even if it is very hot, it takes a long time to melt

and let those bubbles go.

Do you see it? There are still some left.

Manufactures something.

I have never made anything by myself, but...

I can try.

- Ah, you'll get burned! - Only if I'm not careful.

Now we give it "a spontaneous touch". Something fun.

"A spontaneous touch..."

It looks amazing, Vincent!

Hello?

I'm back, Vincent!

Vincent?

He wasn't supposed to be back yet!

Hi, Vincent! I'm back!

Hello?

Didn't you hear me, Vincent?

Colonel Amano's daughter...

I'm Alliz. How are you, Mr. Oliver?

I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Alliz.

Shall I go to my room?

What do you think?

Not bad at all...

What is he doing here?

- Hey, did you bring us something, "crystal boy"? Let's see. - Watch out!

Vincent.

- Oh, hello, Alliz. - Good afternoon, Alliz.

Am I invisible or what?

Did you say something, Penni?

Do you... Do you know him?

Vincent is my oldest oldest friend in this town.

We have known each other for a long time.

Let's go! I want to eat some Gulab-yamun.

Yes, why not? Come on.

See you later, guys.

Goodbye, Tarek.

Kader, Navid... Wait for me.

Thousands of worlds in one place!

One day I will make you something I promise you!

Thousands of worlds...

Hello! Hello!

Let's make it a great closing! With the heart!

Malik!

OLIVER GLASSWARE

Now people only buy glasses...

- You used another color. - We're out of copper.

The army plunders everything in its path...

- Maybe I should start making glasses.... - You won't learn anything if you just make glasses.

- Did you really like it, Dad? - Of course I did!

I wish I could play as well as you do!

But that will never be possible...

Your father, the General, says that soldiers don't have time for the violin.

Ah, yes... That's the way it is, Nadia.

It's time for you to go to sleep, Alliz. to go to sleep, Alliz.

Dad instilled in me a love for art and music.

He worked so hard to protect us

that I would do anything to see him happy.

I always felt so proud of him.

Even when the war was raging and the enemy was gaining ground and the enemy was gaining ground,

he was always striving to maintain morale.

One, two, one, two...

One, two, one, two...

Platoon, stop!

- Reza, take over. - Yes, sir!

It's about time!

Mrs. Amano!

But look who it is, Alliz.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Amano. Oh, hello, Alliz.

Good afternoon, Malik. You look very handsome in that uniform.

Doesn't he look handsome in your uniform, Alliz?

We were going to have chai tea. Why don't you join us?

I insist.

When they started recruiting, I was one of the first to enlist.

You are such a noble young man!

I know. Besides...

Freshly baked cake, Mrs. Amano.

It's our famous freshly baked apricot freshly baked apricot pie.

Compliments of the house, I guess.

Of course!

It is an honor to welcome Colonel Amano's daughter and wife to my cafeteria. of Colonel Amano in my cafeteria.

- Of course! How kind of you, Mrs. Popolzai. - Yes, we thank you for your kindness.

Mrs. Popolzai, daddy sent me to deliver your glasses to you.

Vincent?

Hey! Look everybody! It's the son of that cowardly pacifist!

The pacifist's son...

What a disgrace...

We don't want people like you here...

But, Dad, it's one of your favorites...!

You never wanted to sell it! You like it very much!

You need colors to work with.

- Dad? - Mmm?

The Young Recruits...

Yes?

It's just that most of the the kids in the village have already enlisted...

For his parents should not have allowed them to do so.

Mother, come and see!

What the hell?!

- Don't get in the way, Lina! - Excuse me, ma'am.

Oh, Alliz!

- Dad! - Daughter!

We miss you so much!

I brought you a present, Alliz.

Something worthy of your talent.

A very special violin.

An important General also wanted it...

But I won it in a Carrom game.

It has someone's name written on it.

Alliz, that instrument is a spoil of war.

Owning such a violin is extremely rare.

Don't think about it so much. Just feel grateful.

Every time dad came home, it was like partying.

But now I know that war is no party.

It is a disease...

...that spreads and infects everyone.

19435-1419 equals...

But what the hell...?

Open up, Mr. Oliver!

Yes! Yes! I heard!

Colonel Amano?

- You have no right to enter...! - Of course he does.

- I've come to talk business. - Business?

- I have nothing to discuss with the army! - At ease, soldiers!

Rest.

It is in your best interest to listen to me, Tomás.

Have.

I think it is better not to not to involve your child.

He and I don't keep secrets from each other... And we never will.

- What's that? - I've never seen anything like it before.

Precisely because it is secret.

It is called "Mercury Rectifier".

It will help us propel our new... amphibious new... amphibious aircraft.

As you will notice, the glass of this housing is damaged.

Surely a master craftsman like you will be able to repair it.

Listen! We will not help you manufacture weapons of war!

Isn't there some way to dissuade you, Mr. Oliver?

What do you think?

Let go of me now, you bunch of brainless puppets!

Let him go!

Vincent, no!

I wouldn't do it if I were you, kid.

Let me go! Let me go now!

Tomás Oliver, will be sent to the Army Training Center

and from there it will go directly to the front.

No... You can't!

Let me go now!

Vincent can't stay here alone!

He has no one else to take care of him!

And he is not yet ready to to take care of the glassware.

Then the best solution would be...

It is well...

- But I want something in return. - Do you think you are in a position to negotiate?

Provide me with all the necessary materials

for Vincent to complete his training.

Utensils, chemicals...

According to my research, only one type of crystal can be one type of crystal at a time...

Which favors the product but delays production!

As you will understand, the glass for these housings requires a special formula. requires a special formula.

And this assignment is top secret.

That's what I was getting at.

And those rectifiers would be a great danger

should they ever fall into enemy hands. into enemy hands.

Clearly.

What if we tried the usual? It would be a good front, wouldn't it?

You will be provided with everything you need to manufacture the housings.

As well as what you requested.

- Careful! - Yes, daddy.

- Hold it. - I've got it.

Well...

We already delivered a part... Sorry, Vincent.

- I think I heard something. - What is it?

W-We are under attack?

Over there! See those symbols?

Don't worry. They are one of us.

Congratulations, Mr. Oliver... And Vincent.

The housings they manufactured for the mercury rectifiers

have been approved by the engineers of our Army.

Vincent had nothing to do with it.

There are fewer empty shelves since the last time I was here.

Can I take a closer look?

Be careful not to break anything.

This one conveys a lot of calm. The colors are beautiful!

- How was this possible? - The blue color comes from copper...

And the green of iron.

Well, I must congratulate you, Mr. Oliver. It is an exquisite piece.

I didn't make it. Vincent did.

He has his mother's talent.

- I want this part. - You will have to pay for it.

Of course!

How could you buy anything from that pacifist?!

My dear, I doubt that a 14 year-old boy can be called a "pacifist" anymore.

Vincent...

I brought you this sculpture as a gift for I have bad news for you.

The war is not going well...

Our garrison in the Great Gorge has been decimated... has been decimated...

And the enemy has regrouped...

Because of that, I must leave for the north with the rest of my battalion.

Tomorrow.

Are you going to the Grand Gorge?

Alliz, a few Young Recruits will join us to serve will accompany us to serve

as errand boys and orderlies, including your friend, Malik Khan.

Attention! Listen to me! I have something to tell you!

Citizens! As a soldier myself, today I would like to thank you

for his sacrifice in allowing us to take his children to take us to his children and brothers and sisters,

- their husbands and fathers to the... - And their daughters.

Of course! And their daughters, to war.

Our enemies are more determined more determined than ever,

but they underestimate the love we have for our land.

I promise you that I will not rest until I give you back your loved ones...

Safe and victorious!

It's time, my love.

- I'm almost envious that you can leave here. - Not now...

- I'm doing this for you, Alliz. - What is it?

- Then go to war. - For me? That's ridiculous!

- Someday, I will win your affection. - My love?

- All soldiers. Last call. - No! Dad!

Time to go!

Dad, please don't go. Please don't leave me!

Be brave, my child.

- Be brave. - But, Dad...

- Great job, Vincent. - Thank you, Dad.

Oh, I'll go!

I must get some air.

Alliz?

Hello, Vincent.

Doesn't it bother you to be you being seen here?

We are not very popular...

So many wonderful objects!

- Did you make this one? - How did you know?

It was easy to guess.

- This one too? - Aha.

My father bought one of your pieces.

Yes... It was one of the few we have sold lately.

Are you making a new one? Can I see it?

The last time I visited the workshop, I was kicked out.

- I'm afraid it won't be possible... - One look and that's it.

Dad, we have visitors!

Look who's here, Dad... It's Alliz Amano.

Yes... Uh...

Good morning, Mr. Oliver.

Ms. Amano...

Would you like to stay for for chai tea?

And Director Bhatti tried to catch her...

And why didn't you open the window so that it would fly away?

He did open it, but I didn't look at it....

So he flew over his head,

and when he raised his eyes, guess what?

- No way... - Yes, it was!

Shh! A little respect!

You should not be witnesses to this.... None of us.

Curfew is almost upon us... You'd better go back to your homes.

Alliz! Over here! Quickly!

Vincent!

Let's go.

Let's wait for them to give the "all clear" signal as we were taught in school.

I was very afraid...

Me too.

I have never seen bombs...

- My dad must be worried. - My mom too, I think.

The square is very quiet...

Oh, I could use some Gulab-yamun some Gulab-yamun.

Malik always says he misses Mrs. Abasi's Gulab-yamun.

- Malik? - Uh-huh.

It must be horrible for him to be so far away from home...

- So far from... - How do you know that?

What? Oh, it's just that he usually sends me letters.

But he hasn't written to me for months... Neither has my dad.

- And how long has he been sending you letters? - For some time now.

Malik missed his home missing his home

and my dad asked me to write to him.

And I imagine that someday you will marry him.

What are you talking about?

Did a bomb hit your head?

You will marry Malik Khan...

And you will be the wife of a military man just like your mother.

What's wrong with that? My father is a very brave man

who went to war, just like Malik, unlike you...

Go ahead, say it!

Don't tell me what to say or who I should marry or not!

I'm not marrying anyone!

I am going to become a great violinist...

But for all your talent, you will never be an artist.

What do you mean, I'll never be...? What do you mean?

You don't create, you only interpret what someone else composed.

What I do is original, it comes from my imagination.

When I play the violin I do it with all my heart.

I was promised a place at the Conservatory of the capital

after graduating from school.

Alliz... That's great...

You may be an artist, Vincent... But at what cost to your country?

Do you think I'm... a coward?

I return this to you.

I'll walk you home.

Alliz, the soldiers have been looking for you searched for you everywhere!

Don't worry, Mother. I'm here.

Alliz, we have received word that your father is missing in action.

They believe him... dead.

No...

Good morning, Vincent!

- Congratulations on your art exhibition. - Thank you, Riza.

- My wife and I will travel to the capital to see it. - We are very proud of you, Vincent.

Thank you very much, madam.

Courtesy of the house, Vincent. To celebrate the occasion.

Thank you very much.

I couldn't believe that my dad had died.

Whenever he left, he found a way to come back...

He always looked forward to hearing me play.

So I kept playing... for him.

You have done very well! I think you're ready for the recital.

That night there will be only one

performed by our talented violinist, Alliz Amano violinist, Alliz Amano.

Thank you very much, Professor Ansari.

That's great, Alliz.

I wish I could play as well as you do!

But for all your talent, you will never be an artist.

- Good morning, Tomás. - Good morning, Dom.

If you bring me bills, you'd better go.

I just brought the mail.

- Who sent Vincent a letter? - Yes, who knows?

I am invited to Alliz's recital. She reserved a seat for me.

"You must show this invitation in order to enter."

How elegant!

One day I will make you something I promise you!

No! No, no, no, no...

- Vincent? - No way! Ah!

There is no more gold! Now what will I use to make the body, legs and hook? the body, the legs and the hook?

Maybe there's some back here.... No, there isn't either!

No... No!

Yeah, yeah, son. We'll think of something.

There is plenty of gold here.

You can't melt mom's headdress....

She had fragile lungs and she should not have dedicated herself to this profession...

But he realized what a big role his talent would play in his life. his talent would play in his life.

And that's what I would want you to do.

This coat is too patched!

Maybe there is something else to wear.

Aside from your mother's old dress, it's the best there is.

You look presentable.

Vincent...

Aren't you forgetting something?

Thank you, Dad.

Go and have the time of your life.

- Hold it right there! - No, please! I'm late!

Stay where you are.

Don't you know about the curfew?

- Are you a soldier? - No, I'm...

We were informed that there are soldiers without identification on the outskirts of the city...

For sure deserters who are wanted by both sides.

They may be dangerous and desperate. That is why we were ordered to be alert.

- You're a deserter, aren't you? - What?

No, I was simply invited to the recital.

Wait a minute, I know you! You are the son of that lunatic.

- And who invited you to the recital? - Alliz Amano...

- The colonel's daughter. - Colonel Amano's daughter? He invited you?

That's right, look.

What have you got there, eh? Let me see!

My stomach is upset.

RESERVED

- Be careful! - Give it back, Sheriff!

- But I don't know what's in it... - Just give it back to him!

No, not yet... Please don't...

Okay, you can go now.

Oh, ah... Could I have my invitation my invitation, please?

Are you from here?

Catch it!

No! No...

What's wrong with you, you idiot!

What's wrong with me? Please think.

Who could invite someone like him or like his cowardly father to the recital?

It sure is a sham!

- And if not? - Well, it hadn't occurred to me....

Good evening. I'm here to listen to the recital.

- You're late! - It's just that...

Since you've just started, I think I can place you in the back...

- Your invitation? - It's just that...

Some guards stopped me by the station.... They took it away from me!

Without an invitation, no one gets in!

We were asked to be very cautious! There are deserters on the prowl!

- But Alliz Amano invited me... - No invitation, no one gets in!

It is a special occasion.

- No invitation...! - ...no one gets in.

I understand.

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There she is! Please talk to her, Mrs. Amano.

Alliz, what's taking you so long? It's time to go on!

I just need a moment...

Think of all the people who want to hear you play.

You, Colonel Amano's daughter! Do you want to let them down?

No.

Or your dad?

Then come out, Alliz. And dedicate it to your dad.

Ladies and gentlemen, having heard our talented our talented young women

I know you will agree that the musical future of our country

is in good hands.

And now I would like to introduce our best student: Alliz Amano.

A long time ago...

Some time ago, someone told me that a real artist must create.

So I composed this.

The deserters?

Colonel Amano...

Dad...

I'm sure you've heard about how brave Malik was,

what was in the newspapers.

But much more happened.

The platoons of my father's battalion had been fighting on other fronts for years. had been fighting on other fronts for years.

And they were sent to make a last-ditch effort to control the Great Gorge.

It was a territory that neither side was was willing to cede.

Don't stop!

Be brave, soldiers, like those who preceded you!

- They sure weren't that soaking wet.... - You said it yourself.

Advance, soldiers! Advance!

Quickly! Keep moving!

No...

Pray!

- Move! - Move fast!

Colonel Amano...

No!

Colonel...

Colonel... Don't worry, I'm here.

Boy... What about my soldiers?

Navid! I found Kader!

Malik had given me back to my dad...

I owed him everything.

See what a real hero looks like, my dear, because in your mirror you won't see one.

Penni! Tarek!

- Oh, good afternoon, Vincent. - And Alliz? Where is she?

He leaves town with his parents...

...And with Malik.

Alliz?

Alliz!

What the hell?

- Let me talk to Alliz. - He is not here!

May I speak to the Colonel?

That will not be possible!

Let me talk to her, please!

Let go of me! Let go of me! Alliz! Alliz, please come out!

Let go of me!

Go now!

- Mother? - Mmm?

I heard screams.

Don't worry, Alliz.

It was just the soldiers chasing away a tramp.

I hope that fuss didn't upset you, Dad.

- I am going to help you. - With what?

I have lost Alliz because of this war...

I want it to end!

- We have to increase production! - We had already discussed this.

I don't need your help. Besides, you have your own work to do.

Then I will run away from here... And join the army.

Add this to the lot of rectifiers.

It will help the glass to temper.

A spoil of war... Just like me.

What did you do with the marjor sculpture?

I sold it to Dom.

The letter carrier? And what would he want it for?

To give a gift to his mother.

Alliz!

How are you doing, Mr. Oliver?

Can I help you with anything, my dear?

- Well, well... - I'm afraid Vincent is not here.

- I don't know what's gotten into that young man lately. - Oh, it's all right.

May I give this to you, please?

I'm leaving... tonight.

C-I understand.

I will deliver it tomorrow. We still have pending orders...

Thank you very much... for everything.

You are always welcome here, my dear.

Hey, hurry up! Put it down now!

Slowly! Slowly!

Vincent...! You've been acting very strange lately...

- What's going on? - We have to leave.

Hey, Oliver! Put that box down now!

What's the matter, son? You can tell me.

Those people and their damn war... They despise us...

But you'll see... You'll see!

Vincent... What did you do?

I made some minor adjustments to their precious rectifiers.

Vincent! I know things have been tough, but don't let the hatred consume you!

We have to be better than them.

I just wanted to stop them from taking off....

What is happening?

Turn it back up!

- Hey, put it back down! - What do you think you're doing?

But what have I done?

I'm so sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry, dad.

Oh, my son...

This is ridiculous!

Quick! Get us out of here!

Dad, it has to be thrown!

- It must be destroyed! - Wait!

Vincent, wait!

DAD!

Vincent...?

I miss you, Vincent. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad.

You were never a coward.

You were right. A true artist must create.

Because without art and music, what else is left in this world full of conflict and war? in this world full of conflict and war?

I wish you could have attended my recital....

I had a surprise in store for you.

By the time you read this, I will have already left town.

But I want you to know that I will be waiting for you.

I love you, Vincent.

GLASS EXHIBITION

Ladies and Gentlemen!

The moment of the evening has arrived in which I must congratulate the artist...

To my son, Vincent Oliver.

Perhaps not many people know that glass is made from sand.

Have you ever held sand in your hand and stared at every grain?

What if I told you that every grain of sand in the world is unique?

How do I know?

Well, I don't know!

Because for that I would have to examine every grain of sand on the planet.

And I doubt that he will succeed in doing so.

Maybe my eyesight is no longer as good as it used to be...

But there is one thing of which I am sure of.

That there is only one Vincent Oliver.

There is no one else with his imagination, his skill and his passion for glass,

with all its infinite and and magnificent possibilities.

Vincent, I always pushed you to be the best artist.

I hope it has brought you brought you happiness.

- Say a few words, Vincent! - Say a few words! Say a few words!

I am touched to see you all here.

Thank you very much, Dad.

For being my teacher, my father and my friend.

My friend...

The crystal will always will always be part of my life.

My mother, Mahiya, was also a glass artist.

One day, he walked into my grandfather's my grandfather's glass shop, looking for a job.

His works were the most beautiful ever seen.

- I'll make some chai tea. - I'll make some chai tea.

"It's like the sun lives there..."