Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Movies Men Like

"Are you tired of reading?" Molina looked at Valenti thoughtfully. "Not tired, how are you feeling?" Valenti looked away from the book. "I feel like I'm getting bored." "Come on, come on, old friend, don't be so weak." "Tell me, what are you looking at?" "What can I tell you? It's a book of philosophy. It's about government." "There must be something in the book, right?" Molina expected Valenti to tell him something. "The book says that honest people cannot stand up to the regime because a sense of duty blocks them."

"That's true, because politicians are liars." "To me, it's the exact opposite. It's the wrong idea of ​​duty that makes people avoid politics. My duty is to keep people from starving, and I've fought relentlessly for that. " "Cannon fodder. You can only be regarded as cannon fodder." "Shut up if you don't understand." Valenti roared. "You don't like me telling the truth..." "Molina, stop talking, shut up!" "Just wait and see." After a while, the guard brought the food.Valenti put down her book.

"You take a bigger plate, Molina." "You take it yourself." "Thank you." "you are welcome." Shortly after the meal, Valenti's stomach ached for some reason too, and he asked Molina to tell another story to forget about the pain. "I swore I'd never tell you a movie story again. If I break my promise now, I'll go to hell." "You really don't know how painful it is, it's like being stabbed by a knife." "It was the same for me the day before yesterday." "Molina, I'm getting stronger."

"Then why don't you go to the infirmary?" "Please don't be stupid. I said no." "Just a small tablet of Suquero, and it won't do any harm." "Harmful. You don't know such things, so it's easy to say." "Okay, then I'll tell you a movie story...but what's going on with Sukemian?" "That's one thing I've sworn not to say to people. All the people in the movement do." "Let's just talk about Succum and nothing else. That way, I'll be on my guard, too, Valenti." "You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise." "It happened to one of our comrades. They tricked him into taking Acetam and it knocked him out completely. A political prisoner can't go to the infirmary, you understand? It's nothing to you Harm. But for us, resistance will eventually break down. When interrogation, we can't help but say everything. Ouch, ouch... It hurts, it's like digging a hole in me... It's like digging into my stomach Knock a nail in..." "I'll tell you a movie story and interrupt it, so that you can forget the pain." "What are you going to say?"

"I'm sure you'll like it...but I have to explain: it's not my kind of movie, it's the kind of movie guys generally like." "How did the story begin? Wait, oh yes, at the racetrack. I forgot the name of the racetrack. It's in the south of France and it's called Le Mans. "A South American lad was racing there. He was rich, a banana plantation owner's playboy. While waiting for a test run, he explained to another racer that he wasn't advertising for any automaker because These companies exploit the blood and sweat of the people. His racing car is built with his own hands. He is confident and those who have seen him practice estimate that he will achieve good results. If this little guy can beat the famous This move will undoubtedly be a heavy blow. He was busy drinking soda and chatting with the racing driver when he didn't notice that someone approached his car. Someone did something, let go something and ran away. The lad got back to the car and drove the car to the start line. He flew out like a bullet, but on the third lap the motor caught fire and he managed to escape alone .Although he was safe and sound, his beloved racing car was completely destroyed. He had no money to rebuild a new racing car, so he had to go to Monte Carlo to ask his father for help. At this time, his father was having fun with a young and beautiful woman on the yacht. Having fun, happy to receive a call from his son. On the deck of the hotel suite, his father hugs him lovingly, comforts him, and advises him to stop worrying about his damaged car. He also reassures his son and reaches out to him His anxiety at asking for money subtly made him willing to accept the money for the new car. As usual, he enthusiastically encouraged his son to participate in racing, and tried to keep his son away from the political activities of left-wing students, because the boy studied in Paris. It was political science. His father wanted him to return to the safe and sound path, and he asked his son, why not drive for those famous automakers?

The son speaks bluntly: Isn't it enough to keep him away from Paris these days?In order to build his own racing car, he forgot everything, and now he is asked to work for the vampires of the international consortium, never mind! Seeing his son's indignant and passionate words, the father couldn't help but think of his ex-wife, the son's mother.She was also full of political passion and idealism, and in the end... what happened to her!He was very upset to see his son turning away angrily.He told him to stop, but the son 'slammed' the door and walked away without looking back.

"He came out of the hotel and met some old friends who dragged him off to a party. At the party, the lad looked dejected, picked up a bottle of cognac, walked away from the crowd into a In the study room, he drank wine and became very drunk in a short time. Suddenly, he noticed someone came in. The person who came was a woman of about forty years old, with a beautiful appearance, but a little arrogant, she also He took a bottle of wine. Since he was in the dark, the woman sat down without seeing him for a moment and poured herself a glass of wine. At this moment, the fireworks illuminated the Monte Carlo Bay, and it turned out that It's National Day. The young man shouted for joy, and the woman was startled. He made a gesture to her to show that they were doing the same thing: both took a bottle of Napoleon brandy and hid here to forget the world. The woman had nothing to say, and smiled..."

"The boy first told the reason why he got drunk and forgot everything. The woman also talked about herself. She said that she had got a lot of things in her life, and she was very excited and satisfied. As an editor of a big fashion magazine, she loves her job very much. Her life is also very happy. She has a pair of lovely children, and also owns a beautiful palace-like villa and a large inheritance. However, she also has something she wants to forget : Men have made her suffer. The young man envied her good luck. Obviously, he didn't want to talk about his problems with his mother in front of her, because the divorce of his parents was like a nightmare he couldn't get rid of. He always felt guilty for abandoning her mother, who was very lonely even though she was still rich. she kept writing to her son that she was going to marry because she couldn't bear to be alone. meanwhile, the young man wanted to leave his country Feeling sad that the workers in the country are being mistreated. He embraced the idea of ​​revolution, yet since he is the son of a billionaire, no worker wants to deal with him. He unknowingly told this stranger everything about himself woman.

"The lad finally has this older woman. And she thinks he must be interested in her money so that he can become a racing driver again.At this juncture, he had to go home because his father had been kidnapped by the guerrillas after returning from Monte Carlo.The boy managed to get in touch with the partisans and convince them that he, like them, was pursuing a common cause.And when she, the European woman, found that the boy was in real trouble, she set out to find him too.They paid a fortune for his father's life.Unexpectedly, when his father was released, there was confusion. It turned out that the young man had escaped the eyes and ears of the guerrillas and suffered instead of his father.After the guerrillas learned of his tricks, they wanted to kill him.His father hastened to intercede for him, and in the end they killed his father.The young man was willing to remain in the partisans, and the woman had to go back to Paris alone.The two of them said goodbye sadly, but at this time they had fallen into a sincere love, unfortunately, they belonged to two different worlds.And so the movie ends.

"Oh, there's another scene in the movie where the boy's mother comes to pick up her son in a pretty dress, and she tells him to go back to Europe. I was a little bit wrong, Guerrilla didn't really want to kill his father.When the guerrillas freed his father, he exchanged fire with the police. In the chaotic shootout, the father was fatally wounded.After this, the mother reappears, the mother and son are finally reunited, and the woman you love the boy returns to Paris. " "You know a lot. I want to sleep." "If you feel uncomfortable, wake me up anytime." "Thank you for being so patient with me." "I had a really long nightmare," Valenti told Molina over lunch. "What did you dream about?" "I can't remember. My whole body was dirty in the dream, but it was clean after a while." "Hey, you ate too fast. Besides, you're not quite well." "I'm starving, and I'm getting a little nervous." "Valenti, honestly you shouldn't be eating this. You should be on a special diet today." "But I feel like there's a big hole in my stomach." "After dinner, at least stretch your body and bones, don't read right away. If you want, let's chat to pass the time." "No, thanks. I'm going to see if I can read." "I said, if you tell your mother the truth, she'll give you something to eat every week. You'd be a fool if you didn't." "I don't want her to be forced to do things. I'm shut up here, and she has nothing to do with it." "My mother wouldn't. But she's sick, you know?" "I don't know, you never told me." "She has a bad heart and can't get out of bed to do anything." "You think she's never going to get any better?" "I'm not desperate, but it will be at least a month before she recovers." "She'll be fine once you get out, won't she?" "Valenti, you read my mind." "It's just logical reasoning." "Look how mad you are for sweeping the plate with your tongue and swallowing everything." "You're right, now my stomach is so full that it's about to explode... No, the pain is coming again, at the lower end of the intestines... Ah... It hurts so bad... This time it's going up, and my stomach feels like it's been squeezed. It's as if a person has been roasted and turned over." "Why don't you vomit?" "No, if I tell them to open the door to go to the bathroom, they'll send me to the infirmary." "Then spit on my sheet and I'll roll it up and you spit in the middle and I'll wrap it up so the smell doesn't come out." "No, wait a minute, it's better now, I have to relax my nerves as you said, and see if the pain passes." The pain came back in Valenti's sleep, and he moaned loudly, waking Molina too. "I'm sorry," Valenti said apologetically. "How do you feel now?" "I'm sweating. Don't light the candle, can you find me a towel? I forgot where I put it... Molina, it doesn't matter if you can't find it." "Easy, I found it long ago. You think I'm a fool?" "I'm freezing." "I'll get you some tea right away. There's only tea left." "No, it's your own, forget it. You ate it all." "They'll bring me something more." "Don't forget, your mother is sick and can't come." "It doesn't matter." "You don't know how much I appreciate you. I beg you that I was rather rude... hurting people for no reason." "Shut up." "When you were sick, I didn't care at all. Really, not only did I do this to you, but I also broke the hearts of many people. What I want to tell you is not a movie story, but a real thing. Originally What I told you about my girlfriend is all false, and I really love another girl. You will like my real girlfriend, because this girl is simple, cute, and brave." "Please don't tell me these things. I don't want to know about your politics. You keep them secret." "Don't be silly. Who's going to ask you about me?" "Did it never occur to you that they would interrogate me?" "I trust you, and you trust me, don't you?" "No, no." "So we're both the same, don't lower your worth. Sometimes it's nice to be able to tell people what's on your back, because I do get discouraged. There's nothing worse in the world than to misunderstand someone and become discouraged thing." "Tell me later. It's not good for you to call out the deepest memories in your heart at this time. You'd better drink the tea I made you now. It will do you good."