The Legend Of 1900 script
I still ask myself if I did the right thing,abandoning his floating city.
I don't just mean for the work.
The fact is,a friend like that
a real friend,
you won't meet again
if you decide to go on land,
if you just want to feel something solid under your feet
and then you no longer hear the music of the gods around you.
But,like he used to say :
"You're never really done for as long as you've got a good story
and someone to tell it to."
The trouble is that no-one would believe a single word of my story.
It happened every time that someone would look up and see her.
It's difficult to understand.
I mean,there were more than a thousand of us on that ship,
travelling rich folk,immigrants,
strange people and us.
Yet,there was always one,just one
who would see her first.
Maybe he was just sitting there eating
or walking on the deck.
Maybe he was just there fixing his pants.
He'd look up for a second,glance out to sea
and he'd see her.
Then he'd just stand there,rooted to the spot,his heart racing.
And every time,I swear every damned time,
he'd turn towards us,to the ship,towards everybody and scream...
America!
