Lisbon Story

From Lisbon…

From Fritz.

"I need your help! I cannot continue.

"Come to Lisbon with all your stuff A.S.A.P.

"No phone. No fax.

"Write."

I might as well go in person.

Europe without frontiers.

No more barriers. Just free movement.

Ask me for my passport, please! At least look in my boot.

If you only knew how much I'm smuggling!

Testing, testing. One, two, three, four…

I've never been so far by car.

You can really see how Europe is becoming one big country.

The languages, the music and the news are different,

but as for the rest…

The countryside's always the same,

always telling the same story of an old continent

that's sick of war.

It's nice to drive and not think about anything,

let yourself be carried along by the road and by history.

Yes, I feel at home here.

It's my home country.

I'm looking for a book to teach me Portuguese.

What kind of book?

Big…

or small?

Small.

But you can already speak Portuguese.

Not well…

Not well. I'm a foreigner.

I'm a foreigner.

Are you English?

No, I'm French.

No, I'm German.

But I live in Portugal.

I'll never get it!

OK, a bit more…

Lesson number one: at the bookshop.

Hello.

What's that?

A flat tyre.

A flat tyre!

Uno flato!

Big or small?

Small, I hope.

That's all I needed!

A flat tyre!

I'm hurrying, Fritz. I'm on my way.

Nothing.

Goodbye forever.

In an air-conditioned bus.

I should have stayed on the motorway. I'm an idiot.

For heaven's sake!

Shit!

Friedrich?

Winter is here.

Good morning.

Fritz, where are you hiding?

About time!

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Who are you?

What are you doing in Friedrich's bed?

I don't understand.

I don't speak Portuguese.

You tell me!

"If only I were all people in all places."

Hello, Claudio.

Is that Claudio? Send him a kiss from me.

All right.

Silence, please!

A horse.

Galloping.

He's running fast.

He's galloping.

A match!

What's that?

Fried potatoes!

An egg.

A fried egg!

A fried egg!

What did he say?

The cowboy is frightened.

What's that?

It's a car.

No, it's an animal.

I'm scared.

It's a lion!

He's hungry.

He's running away.

He's jumped.

It's cold.

It's freezing.

American?

European.

Tourist?

Working.

A worker.

Bless you.

Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Mr Inverno.

When a guitar trills

In the hands of a good player

That guitar can teach

Anyone to sing

I want my coffin

To have an unusual shape

The shape of a heart

The shape of a guitar

Guitar, my dear guitar

I've come to cry with you

I feel life is more tender

When you cry with me…

Let's play Ainda.

We're ready.

I'm saying

Certain things

I'm learning

Some others

They're truths

They're quests

Friendships

Adventures

The one who reaches

Lives far away

From the change

From his name

Friendships

Adventures

The one who advances

Keeps his love

Keeps his hopes

Without favour

Ainda…

Pessoa.

Portuguese for "nobody".

Poems by Nobody.

He must have liked that.

He's underlined everything.

I'll get you!

Shit!

"Thought was born blind but Thought knows what is seeing…"

Fritz could have written that.

It sounds better in English.

Hello.

Nice, Fritz.

I like it.

Good afternoon, sir.

I saw you in a film

made by my friend Frederico Monroe, Friedrich.

Don't know him.

Help me find this man.

I can help you.

He had an old camera.

What? Is he mad?

– Can I come to your house? – Yes.

To talk about your life…

Thanks.

Let's go.

I stayed until I was 14.

I left home when I was 14.

I left because there were so many of us.

We needed money for food.

He didn't earn much as a cobbler.

As I liked chatting up girls back then,

I went to dances. And he…

When I didn't come home at night he'd hit me

with wet towels to wake me up.

I got sick of that so I left home…

You got a problem?

The one with the camera.

I'll rip you off.

Let's play Alfama before we go.

To bring us luck.

Even without keyboards it should be all right.

Thanks.

Alfama!

Now

That I remember

As time

Goes by

I wish

To return

To return to you

I wish to meet you again

Forgotten

With each day that passes

I've never again seen the grace

Of your eyes that I love

Bad tuck

It was a love that I didn't keep

Perhaps I was distracted

Whatever happens…

At last, the knife-grinder!

One of the classes?

It wasn't me filming!

"There was no electricity down there

I read, by candlelight, what I could get my hands on