"Fausto, mangiamo ..." The well-known shrill voice
called him to dinner. That nevertheless pleasant
voice of his wife, he hadn't heard for many years.
Or maybe ... in his dreams. Could he be dreaming?
And right now they had to wake him up? He muttered
a bit at Henk, went to the balcony and leaned on the
balustrade with both his elbows. Although he looked
at another housing block and no water what so ever
was in sight, he looked fixedly at the great river that
flowed. Dream on Fausto. Henk, knowing that he had
to leave him alone, poured a glass of white wine and
walked into the bathroom. Also musing: "Wherever I
will live in the future, there ought to be a bath."
Edgar Wallace, Klaus Kinski, Fantômas
Fausto worked again in the Rifugio, a little
mountain inn, when Henk began thinking about
leaving. In the end he had his film now.
Fausto had not at all made allusions or so,
but sometimes Henk got a little bit tired
of speaking Italian or German all the time.
Even his dreams got distorted. Increasingly
he had to perform daredevil acrobatics to
escape pursuers, mostly soldiers. Not on
battlefields but in those mysterious castles,
you see in German film adaptations of Edgar
Wallace books. Swooping library walls,
frightful pitfalls and Klaus Kinski as nervous
villain. Or like Fantômas, wearing disguise
under disguise, under disguise ...
