Los exiliados románticos

There was a movement in favor of the cult of human nature

and individual liberation in Europe.

The tribute to human nature tilled the void

and then new moral codes were established, like Rousseau's,

based on the apotheosis of feelings,

or like George Sand's, on the religion of love.

Romanticism involved all aspects of human thought.

It extended through Europe, flourished decayed and finally disappeared.

Although it had a few sporadic sprauts in later years...

E. H. Corr "The romantic exiles"

You can smoke now, if you want.

So, what was it, "rêve"?

-"rêve" what? - To dream, "rêve".

- A dream would be: "rêve". - Rêve.

Let's have it, repeat it.

Take out the a in the end.

That's it.

Are you doing ok?

Yes.

I got "El Diorio Vosco", it was either this or "El Pois".

Mon, don't you wanna eat?

Point-blank, Chus Gutierrez: "Where there is hair, there is happiness".

Very good.

They ask her if she removes her hair.

"I have never been a fan of hair removal. I do it sometimes, but it's tough.

I like hair. Where there is hair, there is happiness".

I like this chick.

- It's this way - Here, slowly, almost there...

- We are entering the city. - Ok.

Yeah, look.

Now's the ramp I was telling you about.

We should see the canal, see? On our left.

- Ok. - Now you go on straight.

- Ok. - And we should see a sort of...

small tunnel.

Straight ahead.

Dude, my knees and my buttok...

Why don't you ask Francesco to drive?

Damn, I already told you.

He is not gonna figure out the gears

and if anything happens to the van I am dead meat.

- Hey you, nice up there huh? - This is like a shoebox.

But yeah, fine.

Con you leave it over there?

- Lights off? - Yes, please.

- Don't touch me with your leg. - It's you, I'm against the door.

Hey,

what if I wanna pee? What do I do, how do I get down?

Huh?

Francesco...

- What? - Is that PJ really yours?

Why?

It looks as if you stole it from on old man.

Smells like on old man died in solitude.

Asshole.

Hi.

Hi.

I was looking for Francesco.

- Ah, Francesco? - Yes.

She is looking For Francesco.

Francesco, somebody is here for you.

Ciao!

- How are you? - Good.

- Am I too early? - No, no I just didn't sleep well.

These are two friends, Luis...

- Hi. - Renata...

And Vito...

Nice to meet you.

- Oh, sorry. - It's nothing.

Where did you get the van?

It's his mom's.

Well, it belongs to my mom's friend, she lent it to us.

They bought it when they retired,

to travel around Europe, it was kind of a dream of their youth.

- How nice. - Yes.

A cookie...

She's asking what we're doing here.

I have to go see this guy.

I wont to go see a man who lives on a street...

- He says... - I understand.

A man who lives on the street "rue de lo vé voben".

- What? - No...

-"Rue de lo vé noven". - Ah, rue de l'Abbé Naudin.

- Yes. - I know it.

It's in a neighborhood...

It's in a neighborhood called Cité Madrid.

- Madrid as in Spain? - Yes.

We can walk there. It's near the river.

Shall we go?

Let's go.

It was called Madrid, then there was a fire.

But the Spaniards all come to live here.

Looks like Spain, doesn't it? The balconies, the Flowers...

Why don't we try #50?, in case he left...

Maybe he moved and took his wife's name...

In the guidebook he appears as Cussé-Ferrer, not his wife's name.

I don't even know her last name.

Nor if he is married.

Plus here in France the wife takes the husband's name.

- I'm gonna check in here, Ok? - Ok.

Shall we wait there?

- How are you? - Good.

I read the book you gave me, Natalia Ginzburg's.

- Did you like it? - A lot.

Yeah, a lot, specially that story, what was the title?

The one where she lists the differences between her husband and herself.

"He and I."

- Her husband was Povese? - No.

I liked that one a lot.

I don't know, it mode me...

think about us, our differences.

For example, you like living in Toulouse, right?

And I like to live in Madrid.

Well, I don't know if in Madrid...

You like...

French culture, for instance, I prefer the Anglo-Saxon culture.

You speak French, I don't.

I don't know how to say a single word.

You like to read out loud.

Like when you were reading Novarina to me, remember?

No, I prefer watching movies.

You like the theater mare than the movies, right?

You are expressive.

Sometimes I think I am not even capable of explaining myself to myself.

I don't know, it's a strange Feeling.

As if I weren't able to talk to the people I appreciate the most, my Friends.

I am not able to express what's going on with me.

It's strange, I don't like it, it's on unpleasant Feeling.

That's why I feel I can't promise anything now.

I can't promise anything. I can't be with anyone.

For example, the last night we spent together,

you told me you loved me, right?

I know you said it without meaning anything,

without thinking about the future but...

I got scared.

I got very scared.

This was kinda the reason For this trip:

tell you in person what I think.

What I can offer is depressing.

But it is what it is and I can't...

It's how I feel.

Sad, isn't it?

- Sad, yes. - Sad.

...nobody knows him.

Francesco has died in solitude.

Nobody heard his Povese.

Natalia Ginzburg's tale

is about how love rises from the differences.

Your interpretation is a bit simple.

We can go on and on doing the list

of what I like, and what you like,

what I do, what you do.

And then?

I don't know, I think you are hiding behind that interpretation.

And you are afraid of going any further.

Because if you are afraid of me, it's really ridiculous.

That whole Madrid-Toulouse thing, well...

I only hope you are not one of those men who looks for

A mother or a nurse in a woman... I am a bit sick of those relationships.

I'm scared too!

And sometimes I would like to scream: "And what about me?,

Who takes care of me?

Who saves me?"

We can't always be the sick one, sometimes we have to be the nurse.

Dude, what are you doing to that cheese!

No, no, no!

- It's this side. - Look at this...

This has been here since the 14th century.

Take it.

- I already drank, but cheers. - The cheese is much better like that.

Hey, where is that street?, rue "voben"?

I mixed the wine with nitrate cellulose and...

Made a mess!

We miscalculated

the distance between us.

It was hundreds

of miles of cold.

I guess that's why

you barely brushed against me.

You barely brushed against me.

You barely brushed against me.

Thank you.

I could spend my life licking my wounds

and they wouldn't heal.

I really liked her.

Yeah, she is quite cool.

I'd hate it if Francesco did what he usually does.

Francesco is like that, what do you expect?

What happened at "rue Gambetta" was just too much.

We caught them red handed!

- Fuck me! -"No, we were super hungry

and we went in to have a pain au chocolat."

They were freaking out.

Switching off, ok?

Ok.

Miss me?

I love you...

Shit, he left his PJ here!

Shit, he left the living dead here!

Fuck.