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The saddest moment of the day is not the sunset.

It's when the sunlight is gone and you're left all alone.

After midnight, around 3 or 4 AM, you've no idea what it does to you.

When you feel all alone with the silence and the stars.

It's then you feel the greatest need.

What is it? - What are you doing?

Nothing. - Why not?

Therefore.

How's Grandma? - There isn't much to say.

It's still the same. She can't feel anything.

When did you come home? - It was very late.

Shouldn't you go to school? - No.

How was your exam? - A fiasco.

The teacher said that I should have come more often to lesson.

And now? - I've another chance in December.

Holy Mother. - What does she care?

Do you want breakfast? - No, I'm not hungry.

Where will you go today? - I'm not going anywhere.

Hello? Yes.

No, I gotta work all day.

No, I don't. I'm too tired.

Yes.

Yes. Bye.

It happened so fast...

My husband came in, pale, silent as a ghost.

He said he worked like a machine.

I didn't want more children.

At that time I still had other ideas.

But then came Camilla, and then Francesco.

Now it interests me more than...

making a career, being famous or on TV.

I only care for my children.

The first months of my pregnancy were awful.

The only thing I could imagine about giving birth was pain.

I was horrified.

After some months I started to feel movement.

Maybe that's the way nature tries to give us courage.

Since then that horror never came back. Thanks to my baby.

I just wanted to touch it, see it.

Me, who didn't even wanted children.

I did not actually. I must admit.

I have no children, I never wanted any.

I have nothing against women who don't want children.

A woman who refuses to give birth, is regarded as selfish and cruel.

As if she doesn't want to contribute anything.

I want to spend time writing and reading.

Be with my friends.

For them I'm a woman, even though I'm not a mother.

Maybe that's why they are my friends.

As a child I believed all the stories about the wolf that ate children.

Later I thought all animals are sad,

and cry out of loneliness and lost freedom.

And nobody wants to change it. We force them to remain alone

and not to mingle with the others.

Any chance encounter just made me

want to touch that body.

Often I felt being handicapped by my fear and my shame.

They say I'm a whore, or a nymphomaniac.

But I just don't want to be alone.

Whenever I met someone like you, I got new courage.

A drink? - Yes, thank you.

My house is almost empty, it's a mess.

Why's that? - I'll change everything.

I only keep my paintings.

Would you like a shower, or just jump in the sea?

In the sea? - Only if you like. You don't have to.

No, thanks. I'm not used to it. Is the water cold then?

It's warm.

Use the bathroom then. I'll dive into the sea and come right back.

Stupid you're not going. The sea was wonderful.

It's probably way too cold for me.

Here it's warm.

Can I help you? - No, I'm almost completely dry.

Yes, I am. No, not yet.

About an hour, I think. That appointment tomorrow is very important.

Is everything ready? Good. Yes, I'll call the hotel.

Yes, well, well... Okay, good. Bye.

Didn't you say you've to go to the university?

Yes, but I have class only from eleven to one today.

That's nice. - There is a train at 9:40 am.

You're there within an hour. - You stay here?

No, I also go to the city. But I need the other direction.

To work? - Yes.

What are you doing? - I take care of the elderly.

In a cultural and social center. - Beautiful.

And you, how long do you have... until your degree?

Another seven exams. But with one I I have a problem: Modern literature.

I don't go to classes enough.

If I don't want to go, I always say that I've too much work.

But I fear they understand I'm bored.

So maybe I'd better not bother you? - Are you crazy?

I don't have a mobile. You must call my home number.

Where did he leave it?

You're back.

Valerio. May I speak to Julia, please? - Julia who?

Sorry, I don't know her full name. I have only this number: 7298985.

You've come to the Moldavia family. I don't know a Julia.

Are you sure? - Of course I'm sure.

Okay, thanks.

Yes, I'm still in the car.

I see... When I'm in the hotel, I'll go straight to sleep.

Yes... Yes, as always.

Back to the same hotel. I'll go home as soon as possible tomorrow.

Yes, you too.

Julieta, my love... don't you lie in bed yet?

Yes, dear. I'll remember it.

A blue one, I know. Go to sleep now.

Another big kiss. Bye.

I came home very late.

I had been looking for her on the beach and near the station.

I forgot to fill up fuel and finally ended up in a brothel.

It was at least 8 or 9 pm. Or maybe even later...

There was a cold breeze.

There's nothing stronger maybe? - No.

Will we stay the whole night? - No.

Well? - Want a surprise?

It doesn't matter how often. But if you fuck, you should do it properly.

Hear him now? As if he's an expert.

I've heard that sometimes your dick is too hard, and then it's too soft...

Always something wrong, it's never as it should.

My hand always does it right.

Just wait. You haven't seen me do it. - You just tossed off yourself.

God has created other options.

Who else do you think invented it? - Nobody can be against it.

I'd really like to see. - You know how he is.

Don't you know that I'm a expert? - Moron.

If I start, I know at least what I should do.

I know how important it is to make her hot,

and what I have to do in order to make her come really hard.

I know what I'm talking about.

You're so fucking sure of yourself. It starts to smell already.

A good old hand-job is the best, and some fantasy.

I recently imagined a chick with tits like this...

That was a different story.

Not everyone has the same interest...

I love trannies.

A girl with a dick is really hot.

Then I feel like superman, get always hard right away...

I don't care what the others think about it.

But I'd also love a beautiful blonde, just for the sex.

It's been so long ago, but taste you never forget,

it was like chocolate.

Well said, my friend. You know what I suggest now?

If you love it so much, we'll go and find a transvestite for you.

I knew someone who could only come in a Nigerian.

By the way,

he fucked her so hard, that she wanted to sleep forever afterwards.

You should get one for free, a really big fucking cunt.

Let's go somewhere. - Let's get a pizza.

Very nice idea, come on.

Nice, huh?

Don't you like it? - I prefer the sea.

Aren't you pleased? - Yes, if you're pleased.

Have a swim?

I love you...

What a spectacle. - How many are here?

Goodness. - Are you ready? I am, you know.

Tell me. Are you a man or a woman? - What do you care?

He just wants to know what devil you've hidden there.

Yes, but you must pay for it.

And what's the price? - At least 50,000 lire per person.

Are you crazy? She's really full of herself.

Why do you dress like a film star?

What's going on here? Who are these gentlemen?

They are Neapolitan soldiers.

And we have cash. Come on now. - He's right.

We would like to first see what meat we have in the cockpit. Let's see.

Take down your pants and show us what you got first.

Yeah, come on. I guess you really got something to unpack.

I've always had a soft spot for Neapolitans.

Look at it. - Wait. It costs 50,000 lire.

Are they crazy? You know what we do?

We have a good look and choose the one the longest dick.

And give him a free blowjob. - What about me?

Wait for your turn. - Don't cry. You may afterwards.

Are you that horny tonight, little girl?

Hey, are we just talking or...

do you want a real lesson from a Neapolitan?

Can I get you now naked or what? - And will the customer what show?

Okay, sweetie. But if we are better equipped,...

then you pay us ten times the price.

Who starts? - I can start.

I think he's okay. I give him an eight.

An eight? I certainly deserve a ten.

You're right, darling. From me you get a ten.

Alright, now it's my turn.

Come on stop it.

I'll get up now. Really, I swear.

Give me your phone number?

My name is Martina. I got divorced three years ago.

My daughter lives with her father.

She is five years, almost five. Her name is Simone.

I've read a lot psychology,

since I work with troubled children. Of course it was a trauma.

Of course it was not desired pregnancy. I didn't want a child.

But I changed my mind, that was surely not easy.

Throughout the pregnancy I hardly talked.

I only talked to say I wanted something.

Even when I was very sick, I wasn't angry at her.

Actually it was not only good, but also an interesting time.

I remained calm because I thought of all the women who also had failed.

We are different, but inside we're all the same.

After the birth, something terrible happened.

I started to panic, I felt so bad.

A man can't imagine what it means to give your own child away.

He pretends but actually he lives only for himself.

Good evening. May I have name and address of the No: 9700167.

Just a minute. - Yes, thank you.

Sorry, the identity of the owner of this number is not available.

Why not? - This is a secret number.

We can't give out any details about this number.

Good evening.

Valerio? What time is it? - No idea.

Why don't you tell me if you stay away so late?

You just do what you want. You don't live here alone.

I'm worried if you're gone, you know. - Mom, please don't preach again.

I don't know it in advance.

Did you have a date? - No.

With a girl? - No.

With a boy? - No, Mom. It's a girl, okay?

Is she married? - I don't know. Maybe.

And what more? - I said I know nothing about her.

I'm tired, I go to sleep. Call me when the phone rings.

And you, what do you want?

Where are we going?

Are we perhaps going to hell?

A little hell now and then can't hurt. It's even good for you.

When will you tell me your name? - Not yet.

Say it. Or is it a secret? - Alessandra.

You haven't yet asked my name. Aren't you interested?

No. - Sorry, but I don't believe.

We're going to fuck, huh? - So what?

You're not going to marry her? - Why not? She looks good.

Maybe she's already married. - She said nothing.

Are you married? - Yes.

There you see. I told you. - What does it matter?

I'm not jealous. Are you happily married?

We have no problems, but why all those questions?

Damn. I'm just asking.

I know you find it stupid, but you still haven't asked my name.

Will you ask my name? Yes or no?

What is your name? - Francesco. - Bravo.

Now you haven't yet asked his name.

My name is Giovanni, like so many others.

When will we be there? - In 5 minutes. If you don't like it you can hike back.

For me its the same where we're going.

No one to be seen, it's like a graveyard.

Can't you for once shut up? Do you always let the Neapolitan hang out?

I have forgotten. I was only born in Naples.

In San Giorgio a Cremano. In the state of New York.

You want something to drink? - Yes please.

Sorry, where is the toilet? - By the stairs and then left.

You find glasses over there.

Damn, what are we lucky today.

I think that girl deserves a nice and clean boner.

Do you wash your cock in her wash bowl?

Why not?

Yes, just sing. As long you still can.

There's one thing I don't like with it.

Don't you think she'll soon ask us for money?

She certainly doesn't think I have 10,000 lire too much?

She's not a whore, huh?

But it would explain why...

she wants to have sex with two men at once.

Or she learned from those other bitches.

Or she just has a good taste.

She came all by herself and said that she wanted both of us.

Yes, but do you understand why? - I don't know.

Neither do I. But you can easily see she has money and she has studied.

She is obviously not a whore.

I don't believe she's a whore.

Maybe she wants to murder us after we've had sex with her.

Let us first have sex with her. - What?

Only thing important is that we have a quick fuck.

And then we murder her.

What are you saying? - Exactly what I say.

We fuck her first and then we knock her off.

Why should I kill her? Are you really able to do that?

Sure you couldn't. You cry already when you cut your finger.

I'll get started. Think about it. Ciao.

Would you perhaps have a condom for me?

Are you ready for me?

Hello?

Hello.

Idiot.

Hey.

I've got a surprise for you.

Have you got coffee already? - Yes, she'll drive us to the station.

If we miss the train, we'll have to wait two hours.

We must hurry. - Did you ask for her number?

Yes. - What did she say? - She'll give it to me.

Good. - Hurry up now, or we must walk.

And now? - Now nothing. What do you think of?

I guess you didn't want to meet me again, so you gave me a wrong number.

That's all I wanted to tell you.

I've gone through hell.

I had already noticed that you are strange, really strange.

But my feelings were real. I didn't hesitate a moment.

I was so sure of you, I could have sworn.

Everything you said to me was nonsense.

But after a while I realized the truth.

I have a few questions for you.

Don't you understand that two people who talk to each other should...

be able to trust each other?

Ask yourself that question.

My God. It's just not possible anymore to the think of you the same way.

Yes. We study together.

The house by the sea is just an hour away by car. No problem.

Tomorrow morning, yes. When I should go to college.

Promise me you'll come to the house.

No. No.

Yes... Yes.

Yes.

Viviana Montini, please.

Pardon? I can't understand, sorry.

Yes, Viviana. A blonde girl, very beautiful.

789-5432.

We made love extensively. I was completely obsessed by her.

This was true love. I could shout it from the rooftops.

That night I experienced the most beautiful symphony of my life.

If there was a paradise, I had found it.

But as always, heaven soon changed into deep shit again.

I'm coming...

That girl has every morning another phone number.

I understand. Yes, yes, yes.

I said I understand. Do you think I'm stupid?

Fuck you anyway.

My name is Maria Victoria and I've never been married.

I had only one great love. But it ended badly.

I even wanted to marry him. Me, who doesn't believe in marriage.

I saw life with a lot more enthusiasm.

With that man, life really smiled to me. It was like a dream becoming reality.

I wanted to marry him and have five children.

And then it was over, quite unexpected.

In the beginning men always seem to have many qualities.

But after a while you also see their faults.

It's understandable, with mothers who always did everything for them.

Spoiled, ungrateful and lazy.

Unable to give anything.

I agree with you for only one reason: I want to continue having sex.

He never did the dishes and when he did, he used no detergent.

He just threw everything in the sink, someone else always did the dishes.

Not that I felt so bad about it. But it could be better of course.

But you have too many things I like.

Your legs, your knees, your hands...

My name is Valerio. I'm 21. My father works at a bank, my mother's housewife.

My younger brother is a pain. Life would be more fun without him.

I'd like to be a journalist and write books.

The most important: I'm in love.

Simone. A very pretty girl.

Yes... the most important thing is love.

If you'd ask me what is best in my life, I would say...

reading, writing and making love.

First I was with Frederica, but she couldn't satisfy me.

The newspapers say boys are sex-mad today.

Not me.

I can fuck, or leave it,

but the others can't.

Most boys have not the same strength.

I've always been slow. I must have been 13 or 14,

before I had sex for the first time.

It's not about to meet a beautiful girl...

and have sex with her all night long.

That happens only in books and films.

In fact, this is a film, or a dream?

Hello? Yes.

Yes, I'm almost ready. I'll come in with it very soon.

I met him yesterday evening. Okay.

Yes... Yes. Bye.

I was listening to the radio.

Shall I switch off?

Did I mention how beautiful solitude can be, but also how terrible?

Usually it's fun. But I also promised myself not to suffer anymore.

I swear that I absolutely never wanted it to happen.

So many things I'd like to understand.

But I can't.

Now I'm no longer scared of you. Although I sometimes am afraid.

Subtitles: The Huge Animal From The North