Rossella Falk told me: "What a nice little face you have but why are you pointing down your chin I can't see your eyes"
"Well..." I told her "My hat is falling down my head"
She was acting this afternoon, I was there among the public with my colleagues of my acting school. The show was Bergman's "The Silence", she has been a wonderful Charlotte, so touching.
Well curtains went down and we got the idea to come and talk a little with her into her fitting room. And we talked, I talked to Rossella Falk, ladies and Gentleman, the one who has been directed by Visconti and who was one of the closest friends of Callas.
Well...what a strange week has been.
On Monday I was weak and sad and depressed. On Tuesday I had to perform a very difficult poem by Giacomo Leopardi, and I did it all wrong. Then mummy called me and told me my father was risking a nervous breakdown because of some cortisone he took for his pain in the back who gave him a strange collateral effect of depression. And I got angry as hell for I was risking a nervous breakdown too! So Wednesday has been a real mess, beside Teach has some relaxing exercises in program and a friend of mine found a lot of kind words for me., right in time to settle down my Thursday.
While Friday has been a real mess.
There has been the première of "my" (I was director's little helper) documentary "If you'll remember us we won't be dead in vain", about partisans, World War II, Germans and English soldiers while the front line was crossing Chianti area. Peculiarly, we focused on a German massacre: 7 people died, among them three women, two kids 3 and 1 years old, a boy 16 years old and a man 33 years old. Now, the cause of that massacre isn't certain. Two are the opposite version: 1. a reprisal after a fight against the partisans or 2. the Germans, arrived in the village from 2 hours, knew that into the area people were giving shelter to English soldiers.
My father, who's the one who did the research for that is his job, can prove that both the hypothesis may be the right one or the wrong one.
But the little village has his politic. It is, as every little village into the "little village" we call Italy, torn in two, left and right. We use to think about fascism belonging to the right wing, but I'm sure (being me a free soul and proud to be one, as my father truly is) that you're fascist every time you try to force someone to support your opinion. And that's why the member of the left wing who watched the documentary (simply moving, really) with us, attacked my father very roughly for not having mentioned the hypothesis the left wing supports (who got the administration now of the village and occasionally financed the documentary). Now not counting that my father was sure to have mentioned both the hypothesis (we'll watch again the whole material), it has been now clear to all of us that that man needed this documentary only to fight the right wing into the village, and he didn't give a damn of the cruel story and of the dead man and women and kids involved. He only cared about his dirt politics and that drove my father nut. But as I told you before, my father's nerves are not so still in this very moment. You can guess all the rest.
Well, today seem to be really another day. I came back to Bologna, they gave "Intermezzo" on telly (what a sort of strange miracle), tonight I dreamed I was shooting a movie starring Leslie Howard (:-)) and now Rossella Falk. Hope that all means "good omen".
[I know I'm late but...happy Thanksgiving day to everyone]