Author's notes and synopsis
Onesheets
by Karl Kaufmann
The subjects "The Witch Queen of Orient Sun", "Lhundrup
Dhechen (Great Blessing", "In the Tunnel of Death, the
Labyrinth of Life" and "The Common Artisans of Love"
are true stories, happened to myself. As I am the protagonist of the scripts,
it would be possible to make of them four films or a TV Serial of seven
instalments for a total of 10 hours and 30 minutes.
It is reasonable that the so
called world of the paranormals phenomenon's shun at the comprehension of many
people and above all to people that never had this kind of experience; that's
the reason why I would like to tell to anybody who will read my synopsis (if
they have doubts about the truthfulness of what I wrote), I am willing to be
submitted to the lie detector any time.
As I have a big handicap at my
eyes, I have been writing my four scripts working hard at the computer with the
help of an enlargement lens, so you can imagine how long it has taken to finish
them and my sacrifice. Such a determination can come only from the desire to
give to the world a positive message and a psychological help in those
difficult periods; when terrorism and natural disasters kill people and sow
fear and dejections in the earth.
I hope my stories give a
message to the mass-media and over all to young people: my novels leave in
heredity a real experience that permit to understand better the brain
mysteries, the human unconscious and surly could help people to accept all religions.
The scripts I wrote are surely original and they can not be compared to
others..
Synopsis of the screenplay
The Witch Queen of the Orient Sun
L'Odyssey of a cruise ship and her crew, with the
"Witch Queen of the Orient Sun" 's premonitions.
In contact with the
mysterious Eastern world, between Singapore and Jakarta, threatened by racism, mutiny, hurricanes,
fires and toxic smoke which doesn't allow to sail.
On March 1991 I have two dreams where my father (died
on 1989) tells me that I will have an extraordinary odyssey in the East, on
board ship.
In one of the two dreams, I see blood dripping from my
mouth, in the other one my father tells me that he will cure me with the help
of an Indian doctor. Almost twenty days after these dreams, I join the ship
named "Orient Sun", berthed in a dock at Piraeus, Greece, waiting to
sail for the East. During the voyage, I am a supervisor and I have to teach
Lilian how to use computer and be a shop manager. Lilian boards with Alfio (her
lover).
When I meet Lilian on the plane, I recognize in her
hair and eyes, the same ones I already saw in my dream. A few days later we
leave the dock, sailing to Singapore. On June the 15th, in the night, air conditioning stops working and I
wake up immediately, dripping with sweat and remembering a dream where Eastern
people take over half of the shop on board and sell Chinese goods. In the
meanwhile, I disembark and see Lilian and Alfio on a cart drawn by a horse
leaving, and leaving me. During the sailing, in the evenings, I usually meet
with the general manager, the purser and the engine room officers on the Sun
Deck; we drink beer and we talk a lot. During one of these evenings, I discover
that the general manager is a racist: he hates the Filipino crew. One morning,
a few days before reaching Singapore, the ship meets a hurricane which lasts
three long days. The hurricane has been so strong that it has completely
destroyed the villages on the nearby islands, and we see the remnants floating
on the water. We reach Singapore with one day delay. The general manager is
very angry and accuses Filipino crew to be good for-nothing, as far as he is
concerned, he would kill them just like Hitler killed the Jews. I stare at him,
disappointed, and I think about all those useless evenings spent trying to make
him reflect upon his terrible ideas. The first cruise is delayed, in order to
finish some works on the ship.
During this maiden voyage there will be only V.I.PS.
and Travel Agents on board, that's why everything must be perfect, in order to
have good publicity and fill the ship with rich passengers. Just like in my
dream, two days later the Charterer breaks the contract with the Company I work
for, the crew must disembark. Lilian tells me that she won't remain on board
without Alfio, I agree with her but I please her to wait until I find a new
assistant. The Indonesian Charterer takes half of the shop with the intention
to sell Chinese goods. The Charterer disembarks anybody who is no good for his
purpose. Alfio leaves, leaving Lilian crying. When the voyage starts and the
ship is full of passengers, a lot of sailing problems begin: food is
disgusting, air conditioning always doesn't work, and travel agents protest
threatening bad publicity. Many passengers prefer sleeping outside on the deck,
instead of suffering the heat during the night. In Singapore all the newspapers
write about the terrible experience lived by travel agents on the "Orient
Sun". But the Charterer doesn't lose heart and thanks to a big publicity
(great winnings at the Casino, strip-tease shows, luxury prostitutes and
"special" masseuses): he succeeds in taking aboard passengers. In the
following days, because of a broken pipe (they suppose), potable water and sea water
mix in the pipe-lines of the ship, the crew and I are obliged to drink that mix
because the Charterer doesn't sell potable water at bars, he only allows the
delivery in passengers' cabins.
From that moment on, I notice blood dripping from my
mouth. At last, I recruit purser Frank's wife and Lilian disembarks. Captain
Michael too is a racist: he doesn't trust the crew and irritates it with
repeated drills every four days. On July the 27th,
in the harbour of Jakarta, the umpteenth fire drill. I
feel sick and when the drill finishes I don't have lunch and I prefer to go to
sleep. During my sleep I dream of an handsome Indian Prince wearing a wonderful
colored turban: he starts massaging my gum, I feel a kind of energy entering my
mouth, while a strange heat wraps my body; suddenly I see a lot of particles
running inside my mouth and becoming part of my teeth. The following days the blood stops dripping from my
mouth. Unfortunately, the entire crew starts having dysentery and Win, the
doctor, decides to inoculate everybody against cholera and other diseases, in
order to prevent quarantine. After a couple of months, we discover that all the
pipe-lines are ok, there is no broken pipe, but the mix happened because of the
incompetence of one officer. Captain Michael tries to conquer me, but I don't
like him and he is married! That is not accord to my principles.
The Charterer disembarks even the general manager, who
is replaced by Hong, a very handsome Chinese. With his savoir faire he conquers
Desery, one of my friends, a hostess. She will tell me everything about her
affair with the Chinese. Because of the heat, almost 45° C., there are fires on
the Indonesian Islands; that is dangerous for our sailing because the smoke
avoids us to see and we risks collision with other ships (during the night it
is impossible to sleep because of the foghorn). Even inside the ship we notice
small clouds of smoke, floating in the air. They are grey and toxic. I start feeling
sick again. One night, I am half-asleep and I see the transparent image of my
father trying to cure me with acupuncture. I feel a strange energy coming out
from my plexus (this energy will last a few days).
On August the 24th, ship berths in Singapore, I immediately run to the
MT. Elizabeth Hospital where I have a blood test. On the 28th, when I go to
withdraw the result of the blood test, Doc. Charles T.C. Lim says to me:
"You are as strong as a horse, you know? You had hepatitis A but now, your
body has created antibodies and you are infectious no more". In the
following weeks I dream about the ship, she will stop sailing, in a future, but
I don't know the reason why. In one of these dreams, I realize that our Captain
will be struck in a psychologic way by a very sad event. One night, during a
birthday party of one of the crew, the Captain and a Filipino have a quarrel
and the Captain hits him; the entire Filipino crew helps the man and there is a
kind of mutiny. Henry (the cabin chief) wants to help the Captain but he is
wounded at the head and the day after he must go to the hospital. The same day,
the entire Filipino crew accuses the Captain of being a racist and threatens to
leave the ship. The Captain leaves the ship in the hands of the staff Captain,
but four days later, when the ship comes back to Singapore, fifty Filipino
people of the crew are replaced with Burmese and the Captain keeps commanding
the ship. But, just like in my dream, he stops smiling and his hair turns grey
in a short time. In the meanwhile, we discover that Henry received a bribe from
the tip of his stewards; so the Company fires him.
On September 199l I have a very short dream of one of
my friends Edward Gibbs who is nervously running up and down the ship, worried
about a stain of black liquid in a room full of electric wires. On October, I
dream I am in Italy, at my uncle's funeral. Shocked, once in Singapore, I
immediately call home in order to have his news; my mother tries to hide me the
truth, but at the end she tells me that my uncle has a cancer and he is in
hospital now. At last the wet monsoon arrives, and the rains extinguish the
fires on the Indonesian islands. Towards the end of October, I see Edward
running to me; he is excited and tells me that one of my dreams comes true: his
assistant woke him up at six in the morning because one room full of electric
wires has flooded with black liquid. At the beginning of November, I have
another short dream where I see our ship abandoned in a harbour, grey smoke
going out from one of her side. One evening I tell my dream to Shirley Kok,
purser assistant and amazingly she had the same dream. And even Mr.Tono, the
Charterer accountant, who has listened to us, tells he has had the same dream
and in his dream the ship moved on wheels and stranded. Shirley and I tell the
dream to the officers, explaining that a common dream can surely come true.
Same month, another dream: Mr. Edward Gibbs suffering on his bed, with his feet
on a pillow.
Twenty days later he has problems with his ankles and
the doctor of the ship orders him not to move for two weeks. At the end of the
month I dream of two mobsters (they look like the Charterer and Mr. Willer
Wuner), and they tell me they have the power to keep me on board for long time.
I wake up immediately: now I understand that my staying on board, in that
"prison", will last many months. The Company orders me to find
somebody interested on buying goods and leading the shop, so I keep on dreaming
future events and purchasers. But when I meet a possible Chinese purchaser, the
Charterer upsets everything. In the meanwhile, many passengers prefer other
ships and that intensifies the financial problems of our Charterer. After many
negotiations, Charterer's wife tells me she is very interested on buying, but
her husband is still doubtful. I try to contact him, but when I reach him on
the phone he postpones the deal on January 1992.
For that reason I must delete the flight I booked for
December the 20th. I decide to take
what is happening philosophically: on board the crew love me after all: they
tell me: "Mommy, we love you" and I usually answer: "Hi children
of the Orient Sun, I love you too". Captain Michael disembarks because of
a turnover and he is replaced by the English Captain Philip, who, being not a
racist, is loved by the crew. I also dream when I will come back to Italy the
airplane company will lose my luggage. On January the 2nd, my father and my
ex-boss, Mr. Valdettaro (dead by cancer on 1990), appearing on a dream, tell me
that the ship will stop. During the breakfast I tell the dream to the officers
and the Captain too, but they answer my dream won't come true: the Charterer
has signed a 18 months contract, we have spent 8 and break it would mean to pay
a penalty clause. January the 5th , early morning, half-asleep I find myself in front of
The White House, in the U.S.A, surrounded by some people dressed in black, they
incite me to enter but I refuse, astonished, saying: "Do I really have to
go into The White House? Well, what should I say to the people living
there?" While I feel two presences at my side, with the eyes of my mind I
see a beautiful golden Cross and a book with a golden cover full of diamonds.
They are glittering. Astonished I say: "Oh my goodness! The Cross means my
sacrifice on writing that book!" when I hear a voice saying: "You
will tell them your story and conquer them all!" The sound of that voice
is so convincing that I am touched. I wake up and realize that the White House
is for the American People, and with the story of my adventure on the Orient
Sun I will conquer their attention. About the sacrifice on writing the book, at
that time I didn't know that I would have had a bad desease that would have
made me almost blind (when I started writing it I was only one tenth per eye).
On January the 7th
1992, the Charterer collects all his things and runs
away just like a burglar. If the shipowner doesn't find another Charterer, the
ship will stay in the harbour and the crew will be without a job. The Captain
and the officers, remembering my premonitory dream, nickname me "The Witch
Queen of The Orient Sun". During this stay, my boss advises me to sell the
goods to some businessman in Singapore, but unfortunately there are laws which
avoid to disembark duty free goods in Singapore. At the end, I must send the
whole goods to Venice, facing a lot of problems which delay my leaving again.
On January the 13th 1992,
the fire alarm wakes up the whole crew. Smoke caused by the fire goes out from
one side of the ship, nearby the lower cabins. The Captain orders to reach
ship's boat number three, waiting for the disembark, but the fire is
extinguished in one hour and he orders to come back to our cabins. At last I
find a good forwarding agency in order to send the whole load to Italy! The crew
and the officers lead me to the ship's boat and say goodbye to me with love. On
January the 31st 1992, I leave the
"Orient Sun" and fly to Europe. Once in Bologna airport, I must go to
the baggage claim: my baggage has gone lost; fortunately, a few days later the
company delivers it at home. While my mother and I are going to the hospital to
see my uncle, she tells me that my father appeared her in dream and told her
that after my uncle's death, other two relatives will die. Even my cousins
Giorgio and Virgule die. My father, when alive, got very angry with my mother
and me when we talked about premonitory dreams; he didn't believe it and
considered us nuts. I think that his appearance in our dreams was in order to
apologize for his behaviour, showing us that we were right. Three months later
I receive mail from Edward (I still have it): he writes me the ship Orient Sun
doesn't exist anymore. A Finnish company has bought it and changed the name
into Wasa Queen. Worried, he writes he must stop working for a month because he
needs new feet, as his ankles keep on hurting, he probably must change them
into stainless steel. The officers and the crew send me regards, they disembark
with him the day after. At the end he asks me how is the Witch Queen of The
Orient Sun? Has she started to write down her book?
Synopsis of the screenplay
Lhundrup Dhechen
The experience ofthree friends exploring
Kathmandu and its charming temples In contact with mysterious
Tibetan monks and paranormal events, In the monastery of Kopan on the hill of
the sun, looking for enlightenment. When Dharma transforms itself into a
diamant sword able to open the hearts and transmit light.
The above mentioned title, is the Tibetan surname that
I received from Lama Lhundrup Rigsel after my initiation happened in Nepal, in
the monastery of Kopan, on November 2001.Where Dhechen means Great
Blessing. The story begins when my friends Serena Silvestri (a
doctor) and Franco Cascini (a judge retired) ask me to go with them to
Nepal, in the above mentioned monastery, in order to meditate. Very interested
on that, I decide to leave with them and enrol for the One Month Lama Rim
Course November 5 – December 5, 2001.
This story is a real experience in contact with the
extraordinary and mysterious world of the paranormal, lived by me, by the
famous Lama Yeshe (reincarnation of Lama Tenzin Osel Rimpoche), Lama Zopa
Rimpoche, Geshe Lama Konchok, Lama Charo (the monk-child able to remember his
previous life: he found his previous family) and by Zina Rachevsky (daughter of
the Prince Romanov run away from Russia during the Revolution. Her mother was a
rich American heiress and Zina lived in Hollywood; she became a famous actress
and when she decided to become Buddhist she gave Lama Yeshe Kopan hill as a
present. The place where the monks built the monastery).
After the enrol, I decide to become vegetarian. Some
months before I leave, I dream Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary and Padre Pio:
they send me messages. Remembering other dreams, I perceive that Christ is
leading me, through friends who invite me to enrol to Buddhist courses, to
strengthen that all religions, when they teach love and brotherhood, lead to
the same source. In the first day in the monastery I have a dream, and days
later, during a meditation, an extraordinary experience with Jesus Christ. In
October, at home, I was half-asleep and I saw some Buddhist monks flying away
from me towards the ceiling, and they smiled. That happens many times and each
time I feel that they have taught me something. It happens also in Kathmandu in
the hotel Manaslu where I stay with my friends before leaving for the
monastery.
In Kathmandu Serena and Franco introduce me to Gopal,
one friend of them. Gopal is a Nepalese lawyer who fights for the rights of
Nepalese people, risking his life. He talks about the Maoist guerrilla warfare
and all the problems linked to the King's uncle, after the Royal Family was
killed off. Gopal says that the Nepalese political situation is heavy and he
thinks that peace won't last long. Gopal and Franco talk about their plans
about the orphan children that must be approved. Gopal tells us that he also
wrote a book about human rights and it will be distributed to people by the end
of the month. Nepalese government has forbidden that, but he contacted the most
important worldwide humanitarian organizations in order to intervene if he is
arrested and beated. My friends and me visit the fantastic Durbar Square and
the Kumari Devi Palace, the famous living Goddess, and my friends tell me its
story, explaining that Hinduism and Buddhism are an extraordinary example of
permeation and tolerance.
Last night in Kathmandu I wake up and I remember an
image: a group of people smiling at me, among which I see a Buddhist monk and a
young man, tall and with long black hair. On November the 4th, we reach the
monastery of Kopan. In the afternoon, we visit a village at the bottom of the
hill, where there is the famous Stupa Boudhanath. In the evening, when we come
back to the monastery, we meet Jolanda; a Spanish woman who will be our
room-mate. When Serena and me enter the bedroom, we realize that Jolanda has
just finished to cry. Later, she tells us she lost her 16 years old son in a
terrible car accident: in the collision one of his knees has run through his
heart, killing him. Jolanda falls depressed many times, but Serena and me will
be able to help her and become real friends.
On November the 5th
we reach the gompa for our first meeting with the
Worshipful Master Neil, and I am struck by a group of French people: six women
and five men, among which there is the Buddhist monk Jean François and Willy,
with his long hair. I gaze at them, I think I already know them. Unexpectedly,
a flash back: I remember my dream, the last day in Manaslu Hotel in Kathmandu.
As Serena, Franco and I speak French, in accordance with Karen (the woman monk
who will lead meditations), are accepted in the French group in order to talk
over the Master's teachings every day at 2 p.m.. From that time on, there will
be a special relationship between the French group and us. In the screenplay I
describe teachings about Dharma and the life of Buddha by our Worshipful Master
Neil. In the monastery there are 167 guests, coming from all over the world.
Karen invites us to "Karma Yoga": each person should volunteer and
work together on common good. Serena volunteers as doctor for the monks and
possible patients, and I, with her permission, volunteer as her assistant.
We become part of the monastery life: every day we
wake up at 5 a.m., with the sound of cymbals, songs, horns, mantras and
prayers. Soon the Lotus position causes problems to our knees and silence and
fast make life hard. Many guests fall ill and during our turn in infirmary
there is always a queue of patients waiting to be cured. During a meditation I
ask to my inner master if I will be able to find a film producer for my
screenplays; the answer is a vision of a group of monks with guns who fire
against the sky. I understand I have to ask for a prayer. After having seen the
charming monks' ceremony, I go and meditate and pray they can be Buddha
quickly, in order to help mankind to leave samsara. Immediately I have another
vision of a beautiful shining white Lotus flower, whirling over my heart.
Nights later, in my dreams I receive the answer to my question: a group of
monks with a sharp log break down a door.
That dream makes me understand that one door will open
for me and I find a producer, but it takes time and hard work. During
meditations leaded by Karen, I have extraordinary visions: Dalai Lama embracing
me, Buddha asking me to work hard to become Buddha myself, and when I tell him
that I don't know if I ever will be able to, I see a tear-drop running down his
face. Touched, I promise him to do my best to be like him and help mankind to
leave samsara. Many other experiences are described in the screenplay. Franco
tells me about his unique experience with Tara (mother of all the Past and
Future Buddhas), happened years before in Tibet and also Serena tells me about
her unique experience regarding reincarnation happened in this same monastery
seven years ago.
Unfortunately, the peace of the monastery is broken by
the Maoist war. Maoist guerrilla explodes some buildings even one TV station. Monks
worried cancel the following course. Night and day we listen to the sound of
machine-guns in the valley. Maoist guerrilla is approaching monastery. Our
staying in that place finishes with rituals and initiations made by monks
dressed with their Tibetan religious costumes. In Kathmandu we cannot leave the
hotel for two days because of strike and brawling. We spend our last days
visiting the city. The very last day Gopal leads us to Patan, he has just
started to distribute his book (at least, he reaches out without problems with
the Nepalese government). While we are leaving, they tell us that there has
been fires from an helicopter: 100 people injured and ten people killed. Franco
will reach out in one of his plan to help orphan children. Jolanda leaves her
job in Spain and moves to India, to the monastery of Dharamsala, to study the
Tibetan language in order to act as an interpreter for the Dalai Lama.
Synopsis of the screenplay
In the Tunnel of Death, the Labyrinth of Life
Premonition of a
meeting and telepathic contacts with a passionate young man who is afraid of
his past life.
When destiny leads
us toward an experience that will help our inner growth.
This story begins on a night in December 1989, just
one year before meeting Gabriele; that night I dream of a guitar sound with a
strong pain which wake me up in the middle of the darkness. I try to understand
the meaning of this dream for almost a week, but unsuccessfully. One year
later, I come back from the Caribbean Sea, after having worked on a ship. My
friend Viola starts nagging me with her request to go to dance together. When I
tell her I need relax, stay by myself writing or painting or taking care of my
garden, she blames me for rooting in my "hermitage"; behaving this
way I will never meet interesting people.
After her insistence, I decide to go out and dance to
the "Stork Club" in Milano Marittima. On Monday, during the first
week of December 1990, I wake up at 9:30 a.m.. The rays of the sun are
filtering through the shutters of the balcony; while I turn my back to them I
see confused images in my mind, then I close my eyes and relax. The dream
reappears, just like at the touch of a magic wand. Here I am, entering a church
where I know that somebody is waiting for me. One old man points to the Pope, I
realize He wants to tell me something. I get closer, slowly, astonished and
surprised to have the honour to be received by the Pope. I kneel down on a pew,
a few steps from the altar, facing Him, who is kindly smiling; then He raises
his right hand and says:
"I must advise you that there is a young man who
will make a vow in order to marry you!" Astonished I reply with a smile:
"I hope he will ask me too" – After a pause, the Pope with a serious
expression says: "Remember, you are going to live paranormal
experiences!"
Four days later Viola and me go to dance to the Stork
Club and I meet Gabriele. He is there because one of his friends obliged him to
go out in order to have fun; four days ago his girlfriend left him and he is
very sad. His face shows his pain. While I stare at him struck by his
suffering, he tells me that he spent four days and nights without sleeping but
playing his guitar and thinking about his girlfriend. At the same time, he
astonishes me assuring that he has just forgotten her thanks to our meeting. I
tell him he cannot make fun of me, but he asks me to believe him. He is amazed
for what it is happening but I attract him so much! From that moment on, there
is a love story full of passion and overwhelming feelings. But he has terrible
secrets, and I have a lot of presages. I live paranormal experiences,
especially telepathy. I feel all his fear and pain, striking me just like
storm. But it is his sexuality and his passion that involve me. Thanks to dreams
I realise he was a bad boy, and he confesses me he took drugs. On Christmas
night he tells me he made a vow in order to marry me. He is afraid I leave him
and he doesn't want to tell me that his previous girlfriend died because of
H.I.V., but I already knew this bad news from my dreams. I try to help him: he
smokes and drinks too much. But the strong sexual attraction doesn't permit
that. So I leave him.
At the very beginning of January 1991, during the
night, after having left Gabriele, a guitar sound with a strong pain wakes me
up. I remember the dream I had one year ago, now it is true. Gabriele was
playing his guitar and his pain was so strong that I could feel it through a
kind of telepathy. Now I want to be sure of that. Four days later I go to the
Stork Club where I meet Gabriele again; I ask him what happened when we left,
he tells me he went home, he was so upset that he played his guitar thinking
about me all night long. His dog Plutarco was at his feet. Behaving in that
way, he sent me through telepathy all his pain accompanied by the sound of his
guitar.
Synopsis of the
screenplay
The Common Artisans of Love
The strange meetings
of two women, two friends, who enter in contact with martial arts of some kind of secret agents full of passion, and the
psychic powers of one of the two, who discovers their secrets.
When attraction or
repulsion never happens by chance, but in order to lead us through the path of
inner evolution.
On March the 30th
1988 I come back from my tour around the world. My
friend Viola comes to see me, we are very happy to meet each other again. I
give her the sculpture of a Buddha, made of black stone. Viola suggests me to
go to dance and one night we go to the Stork Club in Milano Marittima where we
meet Mauro and Michele. They start to flirt with us but we don't care; Viola
says that Mauro is a show-off and a bore.
They invite us to dinner, we make up our minds and we
agree. The second time we meet, the two men turn out to be out of the ordinary:
funny and common at the same time. Michele works as a medical officer in the
jail of Forlì while Mauro is a Karate teacher. They keep on joking about the
fact that Mauro not only is Michele's karate teacher, but also his sexology teacher.
Viola and I are a little bit confused, we don't know if they are telling the
truth or not. We have dinner in a restaurant in Cesenatico, near the canal. Our
waiter is so pale that looks like a ghost, "probably the reincarnation of
a previous waiter" I say. My friends start laughing and we talk about my
paranormal experiences. Mauro is very interested in that and he asks me what I
have discovered. I explain him that man is just like a dirty diamond: through
life he can clean himself: leaving hate, envy and material stuff he will be
able to find a inner Self and shine like a pure diamond. Michele laughs and
says that cleaning Mauro's diamond will be very hard. Viola suggests to use
iron brush. We laugh and from that moment on, the night is full of jokes. Viola
falls in love with Mauro but that doesn't happen between Michele and me, we are
friends.
One night Viola tells me that Mauro behaves in strange
ways, she is afraid he is a criminal or a pusher. I tell her she has a lively
imagination and she should write thrillers. But she is right about the
behaviour of the two men, they are strange. One night I tell them:
"Suppose you are secret agents...a kind of 00...stop". From that
night on, they will behave more and more strangely, and they let us suppose they
are real secret agents: Mauro often is abroad and Michele is moved to the Jail
of Florence. In the meanwhile I work for a few weeks on the ship Ausonia.
One night I dream I am in the desert where I meet two
hippies. The one with cold blue eyes tells me I am his girlfriend, then he
turns into Jesus Christ. The dream changes, Jesus and I sit under a window of
the room where he had the Last Supper, he takes my hands and kisses my cheek,
he is very sad. When I wake up I try to understand the dream. Viola keeps
thinking about Mauro and his life as a secret agent, and she dreams in front of
TV watching James Bond movies. When I disembark, my father tells me that my
house is ready. I can live alone, now. One day Viola tells me that Mauro has a
friend (a Digos officer) who wants to meet me, his name is Antonio. I tell
Viola about my dream and the hippies, I am sure that a story will start between
Antonio and me, but in a very sad time of my life, because the desert means
death. Viola doesn't believe too much in dreams and she blames me for my
behaviour. But I know that dreams are messages of our inner self to help us
face the future and avoid bad events. When I meet Antonio I notice the same
cold blue eyes, he is handsome and he tells us that Mauro is not with him that
night. We sit down, but I would be better go home. I remember the dream and the
future pain he will give me; but I stay. Antonio reveals me that Mauro is a
liar: he is not a Digos officer, but a simple engineer; Mauro is married and
has got a daughter. Michele and him played the secret agents and they teased
us. Antonio tells also he was a hippy when he was young.
When I tell Viola what I know, she doesn't believe it.
But, thanks to a private detective, she discovers the whole truth. She decides
to take her revenge on Mauro. Antonio and I start flirting, he tells me he is
divorced, but one day I call him and a woman answer: his wife. I am very angry,
Antonio explains she still lives with him because she is looking for a house,
but I don't believe him. Fortunately, I have to work again on the Ausonia,
where I dream about my father's health which troubles me. Even one
fortune-teller met in Barcelona on the Ramblas during a walk, tells me about my
love and the death of my relative. I decide to invite my parents and my sister
Rossana on board. Mom tells me that dad doesn't feel good, but they come.
During the cruise I notice that there is something
wrong with my father's health, he is always tired and he doesn't want to move.
He promises me to see the doctor when they come back. After the disembark of my
parents, I dream of Buddha who gives me a message of hope: life after death. I
try to prepare for the worst. I keep in contact with Viola, her revenge is
working. Antonio wants my address but I forbid her to give it to him. One day I
am obliged to leave the ship immediately: my father has lungs tumour with
metastasis. He runs away from the hospital in his pyjamas, and after a day
finally one man find him on the bank of the Senio river. He was staring at the water
in the sunset. I decide to leave my job and stay at home to help my mother
taking care of my father. One evening Viola comes to see me, she tells me that
Mauro has paied off all his "debts" at last. She suggests to have a
walk on the beach, but she takes me to the Kursaal, a dancing club, where I
meet Antonio. He tells me that his wife has gone, so we start our story again.
After 54 days of cross, my father dies.
On September the 14th
1989. The day of his funeral he has three orchids in
his hands and a smile on his face, as if he wanted to tell us he is in a better
place now. Six months later I discover that Antonio is unfaithful to me. That's
enough. I definitely leave him for the Caribbean and I embark on a new ship.
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