Matter can exist in various chemico-physical states.
It can exist in a gaseous state, with no form or volume of its own.
As the surrounding conditions change
pressure increases, temperature decreases, the gaseous state becomes unstable.
The first droplet of liquid forms
inside which, little by little, solid matter appears...
A perfect crystal, in which every atom occupies a position of equilibrium at a precise distance from all the others
Energy is at its minimum and entropy, or disorder, is zero!
CHAIN REACTIONS
States of Aggregation.
Hi, I was looking for...
Thanks.
Yes...
Yes, yes, yes, go on...
Yes, that's it...
No, no, hang on, you were almost there...
Try again, go on.
A bit further...
A bit further, hold it!
A bit more...
Go on, a bit further...
Come on, come on, come on.
Yes!!! You've got it!
[speaking with thick Russian accent] At last, Silvia.
If you not scaring nice aerial fitter, it would be more quickly, is sure.
- Yes, maybe. But the picture's back now, isn't it? - Is sure is back!
Satellite dish pointing direct to star of Gagarin!
But why you change mind about flat screen?
Well, I still think it's an unnecessary and even harmful object, but...
- I'm not the only one in the house now, am I? - Bravo, Silvia.
Your heart becoming great like courage of Pussy.
Riot.
What is it, Emma?
I don't understand.
- Just speak will you? - I understanding.
Is social assistant.
Not worry, little dumb girl. Nobody is can take you from here. We almost perfect family.
Now also having flat screen!
Alessia??
Alessia was here?
Alessia!
You have reached the voicemail of...
Come on, Silvia. Is starting "Murder, She Wrote" on flat screen.
Well...
Chiara, are things going better at home, then? Are you getting on ok with Silvia? Is she looking after you? And how is Emma?
Jeez, Auntie! You're like a pneumatic drill!
A drill?
Oh, you mean annoying.
But I only want to know because I'm worried about you, that's all.
Ok, I understand. But you can't keep checking up on people all the time.
You're always poking your nose in a bit too much, if you don't mind me saying.
No, carry on, be my guest.
Maybe you're right, though. Sometimes I overdo it with the control freak bit. But anyway...
How did you say things were going, you know, this story between Alessia and Silvia?
I didn't say anything, actually.
All right, they're sort of seeing each other on and off. But when it's on, Silvia acts all strange.
If you ask me, I think she's in love.
In love?
You think so?
Well, Alessia would certainly be a good catch.
Pity...
They can't get married, though.
Wow, these are perfect, Auntie! Please, can we get these ones?
Yes, yes, all right, we'll get them. But wouldn't a piano be better?
Hi, Alessia. There you are at last!
- Oh, it's you. - Yes.
I thought you were too busy to find time for me.
What do you mean? You're the one who's always busy around here.
Well, I wouldn't say that, seeing you can't even manage to send me a simple text.
Oh. Your message was really sweet.
I tried to reply loads of times but every time I had to delete it because it didn't...
it just never seemed good enough... for you.
You know, you didn't seem so insecure, at your house...
With the person who was with you on the sofa.
At my house?
Yes.
On the sofa?
What person do you mean, Alessia? What are you on about?
I don't know who it was
and frankly I don't want to know either. But you were quite obviously having a great time.
You were bringing the roof down.
- Bringing the roof down? - Yes.
Alessia, look, I swear I...
Hey no!
Come on, what did you think it was?
I was explaining to Olga how to set up the satellite dish, for the new TV I bought for the girls. Hey, come on, Alessia!
- Oh, you mean you were with Olga? - Yes!
I thought you were...
Well, you know what I thought.
You see? It's all cleared up now, isn't it.
- So, can I come in? - No...
Silvia, perhaps it's better if you don't.
Perhaps I shouldn't have even sent you that text.
Are you sure?
Yes.
I'm sure.
No.
I'm not sure.
I am.
There are certain basic requirements of any child.
Food, clothing, shelter, love.
So, what makes any child different?
If there is any lesson we must teach our children, is that difference is a creative force for change.
What are you thinking?
Nothing.
And you?
I'm thinking about the carbon atom.
The carbon atom?
- Yes - Why?
Because without carbon, none of all this would exist.
Six months later.
Mum...
In a few years' time, when I happen to look back on all this, perhaps...
Perhaps I'll know what to say or I'll know that often there just aren't the words.
I'll know how to forget, but certain things will remain with me always.
I'll know how to set out on my travels, and find the road back home again.
And above all I'll know that love has many forms, including that of absence.