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	Girl: My mother married when she was my age. Young, yet not old. Old, yet not young. Today I am the age of my mother when she married my father. She bore five children before she was thirty three. She lives. He lives. We all live. Far apart. My father left home the day I was traveling back from where I came from. Shoot to scene #1. A small car travels along a long, dusty road between the pale green fields of Southern Calabria, Italy. Man and girl sit in car with sunglasses. Laughing. Motioning with hands. They are cousins. He is Italian. She is American. (English subtitles begin) Girl: Ma che vacanza! Non ho voglia di tornare a Roma. Boy: Ma si vuoi tornare a bella Roma. Ma, Picchio, non c’e’ un posto piu’ bello. Girl: Ma, Pichhio, non sei mai stato a New York. Non c’e’ un posto piu’ bello che la citta’ del New York. New York City. (sighs) (Girl's cellphone rings) Girl: Mamma mia, e’ la mamma. Boy: Salutami la Mamma, cara. (English subtitles end) Girl: Mamma! Claudio and I are returning from Granny's hometown after Le Ferie. Yes. Oh, it’s gorgeous. We spent two weeks eating, going to the beach, hiking in the gypsy hills. No, no. It was safe. No, we didn’t see gypsies. (To Caludio, jokingly.) Le zinghere! Yes. Everyone says hi. Claudino, my Mamma says Ciaoooo. How is New York? How are the boys? What? Yes. Heading back to Rome now. Claudio’s car. He’s driving. (Long pause) What’s wrong? I can’t hear you. Ma? (Longer pause) HE WHAT?! (Girl puts cellphone in her lap, mouth ajar, face flushed. Long pause.) Mio pappa’ ha comprato una casa sua senza aver detto niente alla famiglia. My father bought a house for himself. He told no one. He has gone.