INSERT: White Tower
At the same living-room, we see three persons drinking coffee. Full shot.
Lucia: You are the first to meet… The first friends of Christos…
Andreas: Does he have others too? Laughing.
Christos returns while cleaning his tie. Medium long shot.
Christos: What was I thinking and I put on a tie?
Eva: Since coffee’s spilt you’ll become rich. Full shot.
Andreas: And you may buy other ties! Laughing.
Christos: Somehow abstracted. I interrupted you… What were you saying?
Lucia: We were talking about your friends…
Christos: Smiling. Why, did they do something?
Eva: Being Christos’s friend is something already!
Andreas: In the same style. I wonder how this has happened…
Christos: It had to happen!
Eva: But why it “had to”? Time.
Christos: Because you are the last ones… Close up.
INSERT: A ship departs from the port… Point of view.
The couple is in the room, on the bed they both read. Medium shot.
Eva: I can’t read any more…
Andreas: Are you tired?
Eva: No. Silence.
Andreas: Then?
Eva: He’s on my mind… Time. I’m trying to guess where he’s now…
Andreas: Christos has always been unpredictable… Do you remember his phone calls?
Eva: Yes, yes… Time. I remember all of them. We never knew where he was…
Andreas: He always used to say that our thoughts have no borders. Time. They are nowhere because they are everywhere…
Like Christos is…
Eva: But, he’s no longer with us…
Andreas: He’s always with us!
Eva: In our thought… Time. But, in reality?
Andreas: There’s no other reality. Silence. The only reality is our thought…
They both leave their books aside and turn the light off…
Eva: The only reality of Christos is emigration. Time. This is what I bear in my thought…
Andreas: Things are not that simple…
Eva: Aren’t you used to say that truth is simple?
Andreas: But truth is that even in his own city, Christos has always been a stranger…
Eva: A stranger or a different man?
Andreas: An outstanding man.
Eva: Yes, that’s true… Time. He was an outstanding man…
Leitmotiv: The same music plays.
At a port Christos is looking at the horizon. He’s alone.
Voice off
Lucia: Why do you like the sea that much?
Christos: It is the caress of the horizon… there the light sinks to revive again.
Lucia: Is that all?
Christos: This is the most important… Time. The sea is the relations of the islands…
Lucia: Why are you saying this?
Christos: On the sea the existences of islands float. Without the sea they don’t exist…the same goes for the humans…
Lucia: Is each one of us an island?
Christos: Each one exists only in the other one’s gaze.
Lucia: Then you, you will always exist…
Christos: Always and nowhere! Time. Like the light and the shadow!
Lucia: I don’t want to stay alone tomorrow…
Christos: We already live into tomorrow. Silence. I’ll always be with you…
Lucia: That’s all I want!
Christos: I’ll be your shadow…
Lucia: But, you are my light.
Sunset