“I was drunk last night,” the girl tells her friend in accented English. “In the bar, I was drunk.”
“I didn’t see you,” her punky friend replies.
“With those boys. I had too much.”
“I’d like to see you drunk.”
Approaching Milan, two teenage girls sink into empty seats. The punky blonde beside me wears a nose ring and a puffy down parka. Her friend sits across from her, in a pink jacket and glasses. She has a brown ponytail. Neither of them can be older than fourteen or fifteen.
The biggest movie in Italy at the moment is about a girl like them.“We should get drunk tonight,” the punky girl says.
“No, no. My head hurts too much.”
“I want to see you drunk.”
They are Spanish, from Barcelona. They have traveled far for girls their age. A school break.
The biggest movie in Italy at the moment is about a girl like them. In the book on which the film is based, she travels to Barcelona on a school trip, gets drunk like these Barcelona girls. You’d never see American girls their age on their own so far from home.
The train approaches the station. People mill in the aisle waiting to disembark.
“Your English is very good,” I remark to the punky girl.
“He says our English is very good,” she tells her friend.
Featured image: Piazza del Duomo, Milan