House on the Rocks (Spiti stous vrahous)

When there's no wind it's fine.

If the yearly winds begin

nothing can keep you here.

Only your mother goes around on the rocks.

She's not my mother.

Then what?

My fathers wife.

Your stepmother, then.

To us she's fine, anyway.

Is that it?

That's all.

Only your stepmother lives here.

To us it's anchorage.

That's the house the lady stays in.

- Thanks. - To God.

A handsome lad, long live.

The lady's been here 3 years but he never showed up.

Who knows?

Who knows?

His mother maybe alive and lives with her son.

Eh, these are for God to know.

So you did come!

Yes.

How you've grown!

I almost forgot you too, madam.

It's been 4 years.

Bu! please don't be so formal with me.

I'll try.

I got your card at Christmas.

Isn't he dead yet?

Who?

The cock.

- It's only convulsions. - How could you?

It's quite simple.

We have to cook him.

Of course. I'm stupid.

- Are you not hungry? - No.

Then we'll have dinner together.

If you're bored while I do chores you can have a little walk.

- Shall I help you, madam? - Didn't I say no formalities?

You're right, madam.

- I'm right. - You're right.

Are we friends?

Now we have to light a fire and boil water.

You know how to?

So you live here all alone collecting stones?

Noone forces me to.

It's a thing I love doing.

At school we talked about

the caveman.

The Peking Man...

The Neanderthals... the Cro-Magnon....

I recall a bit of those. Now with you I hope to enrich my learning.

For the time being, you'll get some sleep.

You're dead with exhaustion.

Okay, mom.

Goodnight.

Goodnight...

...mom.

Don't go too far.

Waters are not quite safe here.

Okay, mom!

I don't want you to call me that. I have a name.

You have one? What is it?

You're very mean.

Forgive me, will you?

Don't think foolishly. I count more years than you do.

I'm In a position to know your troubles and problems of your age.

You think it was my mother's fault?

It was nobody's fault.

They simply didn't get along.

Was my father in love with you?

No...

With your father we became friends, we got married... We are friends.

Are you not in love?

I love him... He loves me...

I don't understand.

Being in love is a different thing.

Like It was with my first husband, your father and mother at the beginning.

You're very nice.

I've known your father for years

in a profound relationship, but

it's not eros.

Besides...

Besides what?

Ah, God...

Exactly this.

Eros...

Anyway, I have so much work to do and you're just distracting my schedule.

The exact same phrase.

Every time I asked something of her, "don't distract my schedule"...

So I never spoke to her on the phone again

She only came to see me on Sunday mornings.

Give me your hand.

You are a child.

Don't know what I am. I just like holding your hand.

Why didn't you ever come to school?

Your father did.

Father...

- We didn't know how... - How I would react?

Do you know... that I have a photo of you?

I hope you've put It next to a naked starlet or a pop group.

If you get tired of the sea you'll find me at home.

What is this now?

They're making a fire, it's a custom.

Meaning?

The purifying role of fire.

Join them, you'll like it.

I'm off to bed.

What's going on?

Will you stay here?

I'm sleepy...

And you won't escort me?

Where?

Down there.

There's a fest.

Did you hear?

What fest?

Didn't I say? A primeval custom that lives on to our times.

Come, get dressed.

Well, ok...

Bend now, you'll be awakened.

You think you'd manage walking on fire?

There are times I believe I would.

Why not try?

Bu! that's no game.

It's an act of worship.

You speak of everyone with tenderness.

You think I don't know why?

You'll say something foolish.

Poor boy, he misses tenderness...

I don't like this.

That's a lie.

I like it but I don't want it.

I don't even know...

You're a little fool...

You know...

At noon I went through the whole house.

I hadn't seen your things and books.

They're strange, will you explain them for me? - Yes.

The best student in class is my friend.

He's my only companion.

When we have a leave he takes me to his home.

Most of my classmates have made love.

Have you?

No.

But noone knows this.

I'm only telling you and my friend.

Has he?

Only once.

But he didn't like it.

Is that bad?

That's what happens to many boys their first time.

I should have, shouldn't I?

Why "should"?

Don't think about it.

Who said I do?

Goodnight, now.

My boy...

Don't think about anything.

Like in dreams...

It's nothing, it's only natural.

I feel bad.

Feel good, as natural goes.

Boys have a word for this.

- A nasty one. - But this is not your fault, it's mine.

No... Not you.

...Primer of fire...

...Bitterness of solitude...

...Rose of sunset...

...Affair of doom...

...With a twisted mind...

...At the edge of time...

...Boy, it's hurting me...

...I forget you not...

...Spring of thyme...

...Breath of the ocean...

...Blossom of darkness...

...Primer of fire...

- ls the water drinkable? - It is.

Can I drink some?

- Thanks. - To God.

Have you seen Eleni?

Who, your mother?

Heading towards the cave.

Bye!

Looks like a scene from an ancient idyll.

What do you know about Pan?

Haven't seen before.

He was an ancient God, goat legged

who lived...

He lived in the forests of Arcadia.

Along with shepherds.

As if nothing is real.

Is this me?

It's me alright.

Me...

What worries me ls that I feel fine with this.

Alas!

All knowledge...