He killed people.
When he was old and demented, he met the Giovanna family and told her children that his name was Simon.
Giovanna, with a slightly pale and indifferent face, has a figurative delicacy.
Disgusted work, emotionally exhausted marriage, young children, she is a little grumpy.
Her friend told her, relax dear, or you'll be an idiot.
At night, after cleaning in the kitchen, turning off the lights, standing by the window to smoke. Always have a sad face.
A single man lived across from her, and she stood in the dark watching him, like a mime.
Giovanna was very reluctant to stay with Simon, but she couldn't send him away, and the family quarreled again and again.
Simon was silent.
When Giovanna makes pastries for the bar, he corrects some of her mistakes and speaks professionally.
The man so close and so far was named Lorenz, and they finally met at a friend's bar.
Simon is lost, and they look for it together.
Simon mixed the past with the present, and even had hallucinations and found the bakery where he worked back then, but everything was unclear. He knelt on the ground and slapped the shutters while crying.
Giovanna could only take him home.
After returning home, Giovanna received a call from Lorenz, who tactfully borrowed someone else's story to announce his love.
- I will always love you and we will continue to love each other because no one will forgive our love.
Simon said to Giovanna: If only love could always be as it was at the beginning, full of passion, improving each other, and solving difficulties together...
- Well, it's not easy.
The relationship between the two became a lot more harmonious, and they danced, and Simon sank in the past again.
Giovanna discovers that Simon has a concentration camp number on his arm, and Lorenz learns that the police department has no case of an elderly man with amnesia.
The next day, they meet again. At first he talked about Simon, and later he told her some personal things.
- All I know is that you have to send your kids to school every morning at 8, your friend with a black kid is always with you, and I know you smoke in the kitchen every night after you wash the dishes, and Put the smoke out under the tap, I know you walk around the house a lot at night, go to the window and look out, but I don't
know what you see.
What used to be a bakery is now a fabric shop, and Lorenz and Giovanna found out about an old lady's brother named Simon, who had died in a concentration camp.
Giovanna returns home, Simon is away, and Giovanna and her husband Philip quarrel again.
She read a letter found in Simon's laundry.
Dear Simon, when
you are gone, the red is no longer red, the blue sky is no longer blue, and the trees are no longer green.
After you left, I had to search for color in my yearning for you.
I feel more pain after you left.
Let our love be so timid and secret, I regret waiting, regret giving up.
Coded messages, our surreptitious glimpses in a world full of blind people who don't want to see because if they see us we become their shame, their hatred, their cruelty.
I regret not having the courage to ask your forgiveness, that's why I don't look at your window anymore. At that time I didn't know your name and dream from the beautiful world.
In that world where trees are not forbidden to be trees, or the sky is forbidden to be blue, I don't know if this is a better world, where no one will call me David, where everyone calls me How can I say this is a perfect world, Mrs. Vellore? How could I say that, without you by my side...
Giovanna showed the letter to Lorenz.
Lorenz told her that he was being transferred to Igil and was leaving within a few days.
- It must be a beautiful island.
- It used to be, but not anymore. It's always like this, I'm never good at guessing the right time, a few days ago I thought this progress would save me, that's the only thing I want right now, it seems I'm always wrong time to get what I want. In my dreams, everything is always beautiful. But when I try to make it a reality...I don't know what to say, sorry, I know it, but...it's just me, I'd love to sit on this bench forever. Although I know it will never be...
Giovanna kisses the parting mouth.
They are indeed a matched pair.
Giovanna and her friend Enming have a family dinner.
Giovanna smoked lonely, in her own world. Everything at the table was cut off from her.
Giovanna tries to find David Vellore. But when he saw Simon, it turned out that he was David.
Simon is his gay man. After he had forgotten everything, Simon was the only name he remembered.
And that letter, Simon never read it.
In the 1940s in Rome, David and Simon secretly fell in love. They put unknown letters among the stones of the fountain. Exchange each other's minds.
In David's kitchen, all kinds of ingredients for making cakes have been prepared on the table.
He asked Giovanna, have you tasted Vanilla perfume?
- Yes, but... very cold.
- Cold, yes, cold, you've turned your feelings into a hobby.
You can't waste your pastry talents like that.
David and Giovanna make cakes, teaching by example.
When Giovanna went back, David's assistant told her: He is a great pastry chef, he is a famous master in Europe, and he is the one who rescued me on October 16, 1943. You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? The Nazis... started in the early hours of the morning and lasted all day, trying to pull everyone into their cars, men, women, old people, children, not the ghetto, but all of Rome. David warned everyone that he saved the kid that day, so he got the medal and the honor he deserved. What are you doing for him? You don't know how privileged you are, he will never let others cook snacks with him, let alone give them baking tools, are you also a baker?
This is the result of tragedy.
Enming draws conclusions for Giovanna and Lorenz.
- yes, enjoy it, it's the only way to miss him, go home, dress yourself up, and let your kids spend the night at my house, that's the end result, don't make that look, it's not Tragedy, listen, if you do it right, it's going to be perfect.
The helpless Giovanna followed Enming's advice.
At Lorenz's house, some things are already packed.
Farewell to the brow.
Hugs and kisses are urgent.
Lost to the window through which they looked at each other.
When Giovanna opened Lorenz's window and looked at her home, her husband and children appeared one by one. I even saw my sad self smoking by the window.
That's her reality.
She turned to Lorenz and said that you would take great responsibility for such a change. Your life will be completely changed. New place, new job, new friends, it was difficult at first.
However, I didn't call you here. I can wait for you.
She finally broke free from his embrace.
Giovanna brought back David's laundry, and saw him make many cakes of various designs. He complained that the air was so humid it was difficult to do.
He remembered October 16, 1943 again.
I saved a lot of people that night. Those who mock me. People who don't believe me. What those people couldn't accept was that I lost Simon. To save them, I lost him. I'm at a crossroads, you understand? But instead of going to Simon, I chose to tell other people that I had to let them know it was worth it and save them first as a sign
of my salvation. Where do you put your kids, you can't trust anyone, every neighbor can be a whistleblower, a spy, go home and hide them, take them as far away as possible...I don't worry about myself, I can't do anything right now Yes, but you...you have options. You can change, Giovanna, and don't be content with being alive. You
have to ask, to live better, to be more meaningful than fantasy, and I didn't do that.
His sanity is not very clear, but he still has the wisdom to see through the world.
Giovanna was unable to sleep the night after returning home.
The night shift husband comes home.
She told him that she had decided to quit her job and wanted to work in a pastry shop. Ask him for help.
She, who has always been strong, now sincerely asks him.
Enming saw that Lorenz was moving and informed Giovanna. She forced her composure and continued to knead the dough.
Downstairs, Lorenz had everything sorted and looked at Giovanna's window. Mood surging. But no action.
Enming just looked at her quietly, without persuading.
She finally couldn't stand it anymore, dropped her apron and ran downstairs.
Lorenz's car just drove away.
fair enough.
Lorenz's house was occupied, and Giovanna watched for a long time.
She went to the place where David and Simon wrote and remembered David.
Dear David,
Martina has often asked me about you since you left us forever. She still calls you Simon and I'll tell her your story soon.
At work yesterday, I was asked for the first time to make a cake myself, what do you think I would make? The baker didn't say anything, but he made a list of cakes to be made in a week. I think that should be a good sign.
Philip and I started taking over, and he looked as happy as if he had won the lottery. I understand I can't ask too much of him right now.
When I think about Lorenz, I'm afraid I'm about to forget his face, I can't recall his voice, what is he doing now? Who is he smiling at?
I still need your advice, David. Your glance, your move.
But after that, I felt your every move unexpectedly in my heart.
When I said this, I really realized you... Is
every person who leaves you, a part of the soul detaches from them and follows you?
Is this the secret of memory?
If that's true, I feel more at ease.
Because I know I will never be alone.
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