1:18:20
Exile means tears and fear
for a mother.
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Deprives the children of their
home and playthings.
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That was what exile meant.
1:18:31
But is was the journey by sea as well.
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...with the red sail...
the huge void around us.
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And the childish pride
That, faced with adversity...
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a child, dressed in black, can say:
"I am mourning."
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As if it was a privilege.
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Exile is also our bravery...
1:18:53
...of having to face new things...
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...with a fixed gaze.
1:19:05
The journey took three days.
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What you may not remember
from MY story
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...is that we stopped at an
island halfway...
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...and went ashore for a few hours.
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It was an island made of pumice stone.
1:19:20
If we hadnt undertaken the journey
I would never have heard about it.
1:19:33
There was no wind, Signora.
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There will be no wind blowing this evening.
We must wait on this pumice island.
1:19:56
Come sit here, mama.