Stromboli1950

The Priest:
Those who have gone away help those who are left behind. And I, well, I act as the middle-man.

Karin:
Then try to help us, Father. I can't take a life like this. Antonio is still a boy. Yes, I love him, but he doesn't understand how a woman like me feels.

The Priest:
I think he does. I know how hard he tried to get work. The fishing season has started. And the boats have full crews already. You see, there are only four boats from Stromboli. The rest come from other islands. Yet, Antonio has managed to find a place. He sacrificed his pride. He owned a boat of his own, once, you know. He has done it all for you. I know it, because I talked with him.

Karin:
Yes, I suppose he's doing his best, but... can't he realize that I can't live here, and that he should take me away?

The Priest:
You need money to emigrate - and a place to go.

Karin:
Those who are born here, all they wanted was to leave. You can imagine how I feel here, Father, a stranger. These black rocks, this desolation, that... that 'terror.' This island drives me mad, Father. Won't you help us, please?

The Priest:
You are both young. Make Antonio save his money instead of spending it. Help him. And perhaps you will be able to leave too, someday. But while you are to stay here, make a good home for yourself and for him. It will make it easier for both of you to wait. If you do this, merciful God will help you.

Karin:
With me, God has *never* been merciful!