Giardino dei Finzi-Contini, Il

near the Wall of the Angels...
riding on bike handlebars
with a gang of boys...

when I got home,
I found my parents in such despair...

that I decided to be good.
- I never ran off again.
- I thought you only rode with me!

I never invited anyone else
into our garden.

Shall I stop?
Do you remember?
Ten years ago.
You were just a child, Giorgio.
You really must be blind!
What are you doing?
I've been watching you
for ten minutes.

If you were asleep
and I woke you...

do excuse me.
You have my sympathy.
Sympathy? Why? What for?
- What time is it?
- 3:00, I think.

You must be hungry.
Flunked an exam, didn’t you?

Did you pass all yours?
I don't know. We private pupils
take orals after you do.

I had mine today.
Relax! It's not important,
repeating an exam!

Yes, it is,
when it's the first time.

But it's done,
and I'm over it now.

You are? Then why didn’t you
go home for lunch?

- How did you know?
- We just know.

We have ways
of getting information.

How can you perch there,
like at a window?

On my trusty ladder.
Come on over.
I'll show you what to do.

But it looks too high.
No, it's easy.
Use the notches
and those nails I drove in.

Where can I leave my bike?
Signorina Micol, that's dangerous!
You get down!

All right! Stop yelling!
The professor said not to go out!
It's dangerous, I say!