July, 23, 1980 Taormina
Lay in the sun. Was interviewed
by two journalists. Tilda has arrived from Rome but still
hasn't telephoned me. Early to bed.
July, 24, 1980 Taormina
Narymov has arrived with a very
pretty daughter. Surikov wired to tell me to come a day earlier.
To hell with them. I shan't have time to do anything in Rome.
There was a big, fairly boring
press conference, and after it Rondi congratulated me on my success.
Incidentally, in the evening, at
supper, Rondi almost had a fight (! ?) with the waiter
because he wouldn't bring him coffee from the bar. There was quite a little
scene.
I rang
Franco in Rome. And Brigitte Fossey's agent rang
to say that Fossey is prepared to
drop everything to come and film
with me. (Discuss it with Norman, urgently. Tomorrow I'll ask Rondi
to talk it over with Fichera, he is arriving here tomorrow;
Golumbino is already here.)
Larochka! Tyapus! Dakus! How I
miss you all! Please God we shall see each other soon.
Tomorrow morning I'll try and ring Moscow.
Andrej Tarkovskij, The Diaries, 1970-1986
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