We searched village after village,ruin after ruin,country after country.And always we found nothing.I began to believe we were the only ones.There was a strange confort in that thought.For what could the damned really have to say to the damned?You said you found nothing?Peasant roumors.Superstitions about garlic,crosses, the old stake in the heart.But one of our kind?Not a wishper.So there are no vampires in Transylvania?No Count Dracula?Fictions, my friend.The vulgar fiction of a demented Irishman. tratto dal film "Intervista col Vampiro"
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We searched village after village,ruin after ruin,country after country.And always we found nothing.I began to believe we were the only ones.There was a strange confort in that thought.For what could the damned really have to say to the damned?You said you found nothing?Peasant roumors.Superstitions about garlic,crosses, the old stake in the heart.But one of our kind?Not a wishper.So there are no vampires in Transylvania?No Count Dracula?Fictions, my friend.The vulgar fiction of a demented Irishman. tratto dal film "Intervista col Vampiro"