The Genesis Children

Maybe memory is sand.

Shifted pure.

Or maybe it's a footprint.

Maybe into the future.

Kyrie...

Gloria...

I wanna go swimming.

You have to swim in the nude.

I'm not swimming in the nude!

I swim... You will!

So what? What does it matter?

We did not really know each other.

Not the way we know each other now.

We were all English speaking students at the International School.

In Rome.

Background: Woman's voice.

Confusion is a mist.

It sprays over rock and sand.

It slips through me.

It knocks at my shield.

Still...

I must go on.

Maybe a journey...

is a glimpse

into your own eyes.

The sea shore.

A collage of new faces.

A dream...

is a watchtower.

Wow... It is cold! Come on!

If I had a brain in my head, I had go home.

But then...

What's at home?

Here I have the ocean.

And freedom.

But something is missing.

It's like a race.

You know you have to win.

But you always think, you're gonna loose.

Am I an actor now?

Is this is our stage?

To really be both actor and audience?

All of us were wondering why we answered that ad.

And what the play was all about.

It really did seem as if someone was watching us.

Some thought it was that priest.

You can feel someone is watching.

Well... something is watching.

I'm watching.

We are all watching.

We are just more aware.

Every time I look at myself, I burst out laughing.

Werewolf.

What are they?

They howl.

They don't exist.

There are things, we don't know about.

Hey... Food!

Mitch always thought he was better than the rest of us.

Maybe because he had a motorbike,

and none of us did.

Once I asked him what he thought life was all about.

He just said: 'Boring, plain boring.

And danger', and entering while he is dadding for donuts.

Then I asked Jack.

He took up a long silence,

and slowly said:

'Life is a meadow. A torture chamber.

A dentity. A longitude.

We're here to evolve into the greatness of ourselves,

so that we become the energy of God.'

Maybe it is time to be rich like Butches.

He would have more attention.

I remember him inquire the only mouth he words.

Yet, he had a beautiful voice.

Blessen my child.

I got small teeth.

Give me some more!

You're the smallest person.

It's not fair. Look at Bubba.

He got much more and he is not bigger than me.

Oh, shut up.

Mister Ambassador. Have you got anything to report? No comment.

Anything? No comment.

But Sir! There must be. No comment.

But Sir!

No comment!

For me, there is nothing more complex than simplicity.

And life is simple.

In the Mist of Beauty...

There is Decay.

And in Decay,

there is often Beauty.

Jack... Tell who was De Gaulle?

Johnny Dollar, the leader of France.

De Gaulle, boys. Not the goal.

Anyway, he was president.

President...?

Jack.... Don't you remember anything?

It's not my fault. You never teach us anything.

Aaahhh...

But that is the mistake so many people make.

You can't expect me to teach you.

No one is ever taught.

Once and only learn.

Although I must admit.

Teaching is a temptation, few teachers may be able to resist.

I remember the geology class.

We were studying the components of rocks.

I could not remember the names enlabled for them.

So I failed.

But I could describe them better than anyone else.

I like studying rocks out here.

Maybe I am just obstinent.

I like my way best.

I wonder if I lived out here long enough,

I ran off for forest.

And if scientist want to experiment on me.

Babba was the youngest,

and never questioned much.

Greg... mmmm...

He seems to probe things I don't even know the questions to.

Max was a loner.

And I did not know him that well.

He seems to care only about himself.

But he is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet.

I never heard him complain.

In the worst situation, he has always something funny to say.

David was changing.

He was proud of his new house.

He had good right to be.

Anyway. It gets cold out here.

The night is hardest for all of us.

But when the sun shines through,

we seem to forget our fears and home-sickness.

There is something peculiar and scary about that man.

I've seen him in every kind of man and occupation.

He represents all of them.

And he is many of them.

I am not sure who or what he is.

He is like a universal man.

Mmmm.

I wonder how he looked when he played Fairyn.

I wonder what he was thinking.

Glen!

Besides... All come to see the play?

Are we the only ones?

There must be someone with...

Time waste the mailman.

But you are only boys.

So I expect you to be forgiven.

I presume you'll come for the play.

Don't make a mistake by the superficiality of my appearance.

'Super what?'

Poor Jack. You never were a good scolar.

Well.... Never mind.

Do you know him?

Of course. Don't you?

Should we?

Not in the least.

Just because you all went to the same school means nothing.

Oooh.. That's one hell of a bitch school.

That's an international school.

You know what?

Do we know him?

Don't you want to know where to go?

Where do we go?

Basic is quite irrelevant.

Only your existence matters.

But I suppose you must show some of the grace to the audience.

Audience?

What aucience?

You are the aucience.

You have eyes and ears to see and hear, have not you?

But we are the actors!

Ooh... these pettiness sanctions again.

How is that, child?

Listen!

There is no such thing as an audience.

In this play, we are all actors.

Only some are more obvious than others.

Now be off with you, before I get angry.

Where to?

Where to?

Boy... Don't you ever read your instructions?

Good for you.

Here.

Come on you guys.

So... we're here on our runaway.

Our orphans from the Institution.

I could have sworn I saw him as a military policeman.

About to drive off us somewhere we know.

Other times... I imagined him as a politician.

Sometimes, I could swear his heart was gold.

Where do you provided with?

Each other!

Is not sense enough?

Already you are learning.

Already you are acting differently from before.

Because the landscape is different,