That will make you think.
Based on the novel "Night Train to Lisbon" by Pascal Mercier
May I walk with you?
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. - Good morning, sir!
We have a visitor, this morning.
Have a seat there.
I am afraid there is a slight mishap on the way here...
I think the corrections would still be legible.
Max, would you... do the honors?
More work require there...
No opportunity to honor and respect yourself.
But Marcus Aurelius was worth philosopher and an emperor.
There's no coincidence, that was the way with the Romans.
Thought and action were all one.
I think we were chapter 12, page 42.
Natalie, perhaps you da... begin?
"How can it be that the Gods...
overlooked this alone,
that some lost men...
and those very good men,
who have had the most... "
"into the course with the divine."
Uh, just keep on going.
"If it is so that we live only a small part of the life which is within us,"
" what happens to the rest?"
Hello, Mr. Gregorius.
I am afraid your book on Persian grammar has yet to arrive.
Uh no, that's not why I came... Do you know that book?
Indeed, I sold it to someone yesterday.
Yes. She came in, asked for the Portuguese section
from this book. Sat there.
Read it for an hour or so then became rather upset.
Paid for the book and left... How did you come by?
I found it.
"UM OURIVES DAS PALAVRAS"
"A Goldsmith of Words."
Where to? - Lisbon, eventually.
Leaving in 15 minutes.
Thank you. - She was wearing that coat!
Line 10 on platform 8 is now leaving...
What is all this noise?
Where is Mr. Gregorius? - He left, Mr. Kagi.
There was a woman with him here.
"We live here and now."
"Everything before and in other places is past."
Uh, this is Mr. Kagi. Where are you?
On a train. - A train?
Where to? - Lisbon.
Would you take care of my books? I left them on my desk.
"What could, what should be done..."
"with all the time that lies ahead of us,"
"open and unshaped,"
"feather-light in its freedom..."
"and lead-heavy in its uncertainty?"
"Is it a wish?"
"Dream like and nostalgic,"
"to stand once again at that point in life..."
"and be able to take a completely different direction..."
"to the one which has made us who we are?"
Do you have a room?
Where is your luggage? - I don't have any.
I will trust you and give you a room.
With a view of the sea.
There. The sea.
Anything else, sir? - Yes
I wanted to find the address of the man who wrote this.
Anything else? - No, thank you.
Good morning, I am looking for Amadeu de Prado.
I believe you are looking for my brother?
Yes. Is the doctor in? - Are you ill?
No, I'm... I am reading this book.
I very much like to meet him.
What he writes touches me very deeply.
You should come inside.
You may sit.
Some tea? Red Assam is Amadeu's preference.
This is Amadeu's favorite room.
It's beautiful room.
He has read everyone of those books.
Does he still practice as a doctor?
Where did you get it?
I came across it in Bern, where I live.
Only a hundred were ever printed.
I have six copies left.
I often wonder where the other 94 went.
Bern is in Switzerland, is it not?
And the book has traveled?... That is a good thing.
Has he written anything else? - Nothing that has been published.
He wanted to be a writer, a philosopher...
Then he decided to become a doctor.
He didn't believe people should be in pain.
Is that him? - That is our father
He was a famous judge. - So, I gather from the book.
He and Amadeu had a rather complicated relationship.
"Consider from the standpoint of eternity that rather loses its significance."
He often said that to Amadeu. - Amadeu does not believe in eternity.
I don't mean to pry, but...
may I ask how your father died?
No. No, you may not.
If you want to see Amadeu...
you will find him in Cemetery Prazeres.
"We leave something of ourselves behind..."
"when we leave a place,..."
"we stay there, even though we go away."
"And there are things in us..."
"that we can find again only by going back there."
"We travel to our souls when we go to a place..."
"that we have covered a stretch of our life,..."
"no matter how brief it may have been."
"But by travelling to ourselves, we must confront our own loneliness.