Det går dårligt for os i Rumænien. For nogen, i hvert fald; for dem der er nødt til at kæmpe, alene, for deres fremtid. Jeg taler om de folk hvis forældre havde ét sikkert arbejde hele livet, betalt af staten. Således at vi, deres børn, voksede op og lærte at leve et roligt og veldefineret liv, der ville lede til den strålende fremtid som systemet lovede os. Denne sikkerhed var kun mulig så længe det blev kunstigt vedligeholdt af systemet; men da systemet forsvandt, var vi fortabte. I min familie var der kun én person der levede frit og lykkeligt; min bedstefar, som aldrig arbejde for noget system, aldrig troede på nogen idé der ikke var hans egen. Han var den rigeste af os alle.

Vi har valgt Italien som stedet, hvor vi vil skabe os et nyt liv, fra bunden.

We’re doing bad in Romania. At least, some people are: those who have to fight, alone, to win their future. I’m talking about those people whose parents had only one, safe, lifelong job, paid by the state. So we, their children, grew up learning to live a quiet life along a well-established path, leading to the bright future that the system promised to us. This safety could be possible only while the system artificially maintained it; but when the system ceased to exist, we were lost. In my family there was only one person living free and happy: my grandfather, who never worked for a system, never believed in an idea which wasn’t his own. He was the richest of us all.

We’ve chosen Italy to build another life, from scratch.

FJJ 2016-01-07: Mail from Andrea Castellani,
About Another Life, the other author and I deny permission to publish the scenario, for personal reasons. Sorry!