Amur senza fin

Grilled to perfection.

Let me taste.

It's hot.

No, thanks.

Oh, Leo...

That's adorable.

I'll be brief but sincere.

Mona, thank you for agreeing to marry me.

Sorry to bother you.

I'm here to congratulate you,

and I also brought you a little present,

which I hope you'll like.

That's very kind.

You make a really wonderful couple.

My ex-husband ran off before we got halfway to 20 years.

That's not surprising.

Leo!

You can eat with us if you'd like.

Gladly.

Go ahead, open it.

Porcelain nuptials.

Both fragile and precious.

They're cute!

Thank you, Carla.

And thank you, both of you, for this wonderful surprise. Now...

Dear Mona,

all the flowers I have met ended up fading,

but you haven't changed.

Dad!

Leo!

You're still as fresh as a spring dewdrop.

HIDE AND SEEK

Mr. Specia, we have a new priest.

That's great news, Vicar General.

Finally.

Yes. And it just so happens that he's German.

I see.

These days, we can't be too picky.

You're right, of course.

Inform the other parishioners, and send someone to pick him up.

OK.

We finally have a new priest.

-Hello. -Hi, Mona.

What a nice cake!

WELCOME

Make sure everything's ready.

And don't be late to pick him up from the train.

Hey, did you take a bath in chocolate?

I don't see what you mean.

You're not from here.

Come on!

Who are you, mister?

He must be lost.

No, I know where I'm going.

I bet he's going to Ilanz.

Let's follow him. Where's he going?

Look.

Who's that?

Where are Gieri and Silvio?

He doesn't look German.

Maybe he's a refugee.

Hello.

My name is Sharma. I'm the new priest.

Welcome to our town, Father.

Do you speak our language?

Yes, no problem.

My last parish was in the south.

I thought you were coming by train.

I got in early, so I took a bus from the station.

Please, come in.

I made one of our specialties.

Mona makes the best walnut cake in the Grisons canton.

That's very kind.

Thank you.

You speak Romansh, Father?

Just a few words.

Delicious.

You're the cake queen!

Your walnut cake is amazing.

There you are.

Hello.

I'm Silvio Specia, the president of the parish.

This is Gieri Candrian.

He's a member of the church board and local council.

Delighted, sir.

So you're German, Father?

No, I'm Indian.

I was sent to Germany because they have a real shortage of priests.

Did you have a parish in India?

Of course!

There are over 19 million Catholics there.

More than double Switzerland's population.

Apparently the new priest is Chinese.

-He's not Chinese. -He's Indian.

An Indian priest? We're in for some surprises.

I can feel it.

We can't be too picky these days.

Yeah.

Great shot, Gieri. You're doing well today.

This kind of luck is once in a lifetime.

We know you got authorized to shoot the ibex.

The goat of my life, and I'm barely young enough to hunt.

Who are you going to take with you?

The best of the best, of course.

Of course!

I'm hungry!

-I'm hungry! -Stop it.

-I'm hungry! -Stop it.

No phones at the dinner table.

Where's the boss?

He's out shooting.

-Hello! -Hi!

Dad, if you miss the animal, you'll never be able to show your face.

-Everyone will make fun of you. -I know.

It'd be the biggest shame of my life,

but don't worry. I'm too good.

On Sunday, the new priest will deliver his first mass.

If there's ever a woman saying mass, I'll go to church.

Forget about it.

Give him a chance.

Gieri,

for our anniversary, we could take a trip, just us.

Do you have an idea in mind?

We used to dream about driving across South America in an RV

and climbing Chimborazo.

There's nothing preventing us from going now.

I don't know. That was a long time ago.

We were kids. It'd be better to forget about it.

Don't you think?

You don't want to go with me.

You fell asleep the night of our anniversary.

No.

Our last time was ages ago.

-It was Easter. -Sounds like you took notes.

You don't find me attractive anymore?

No, you're wonderful.

Don't doubt yourself.

The only problem is that we're not so young anymore.

Maybe we should find a cabin.

Huh?

It's freezing out here.

I'm pretty hot.

And no one ever comes out here.

Wait.

Yesterday, Urs saw you at a picnic.

You were doing your happy-family schtick?

You know the score.

Mona and I don't sleep together anymore.

We just had a nice time, right?

It's odd that Giulia goes walking in the woods so often.

She's getting her hunting license.

I'm starting to be fed up with this whole emancipated-women thing.

Hi!

Hi, Mona.

What's up?

No thanks, I have yoga soon.

Maybe you should come.

The whole wellness, Indian Zen stuff,

it's not my thing.

I don't feel like doing somersaults.

There's no somersaults and no gymnastics.

You try to open yourself.

How was your anniversary picnic?

Good.

Did something happen?

No. That's the problem.

Gieri hasn't wanted to in months.

That's normal.

But he won't say why.

You know what I read the other day?

After ten years,

over 50 percent of married couples barely have sex at all anymore.

But he was so good in bed...

Maybe you should find something you're passionate about.

You always wanted to open a cafe.

That's true,

but Gieri would never agree.

Ah.

Do you and your husband still sleep together?

Of course.

Every Sunday, and it's always dreadfully boring,

and we've been married barely 11 years.

I'm glad to see so many of you.

I'd like to welcome you today.

Some of you must be surprised to see an Indian at the pulpit.

It used to be you bringing us the word of God. Now it's our turn.

This should be funny.

These days, many people go to church only out of custom.

Sincere, deep faith has become rare.

That's why I'd like to talk to you about the essence of faith.

I want to talk about love.

We claim that love is the most important thing,

and that's true.

I'm not talking about love between people.

I'm talking about something greater:

the love of our Lord.

But how do we experience this love?

Well, it starts with self-love.

This shouldn't be confused with selfishness or narcissism.

Instead, it means accept what is part of oneself