Pippo Botticella:
At first, tap was not a dance at all.
Amelia Bonetti:
What was it?
Pippo Botticella:
The Morse code of black slaves. A wireless telegraph.
Amelia Bonetti:
How so?
Pippo Botticella:
On the cotton plantations, when slaves talked instead of worked, the slave driver whipped their skin off. So what does your black slave do? He communes with his brother like this.
[taps with this hands on his legs]
Pippo Botticella:
"Watch it, the guard's around!"
[taps a different rhythm]
Pippo Botticella:
"I have a knife"
[taps a different rhythm]
Pippo Botticella:
"Shall I do him in?"
[taps a different rhythm]
Pippo Botticella:
"I love you"
[taps a similar rhythm, Amelia smiles]
Pippo Botticella:
"I love you too".
Journalist:
Very interesting! The language of love and death!
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