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will see your new suit.

- They're Swiss, not Swedish.

- What difference does that make?

Kiss me, no one's looking.

Behave yourself with the chicks.

No one's controlling you.

You're a real wag, aren't you?

It's just a joke.

- What's a wag, mom?

- Someone who tells a joke, son.

- Have you got the number of the bar?

- Yes, mother.

For the fifth time,

it's 522834.

Isn't he smart? We've just got it

and he knows it already.

That's us!

Gome here, Martin.

Take care of them,

and take care of yourself too.

If things get tough,

come back, and to hell with it.

There'll always be

a plate of food here for you.

I know, father. Thank you!

Mother, give me a kiss!

- You'll miss the train.

- Goodbye.

I've told you, mother,

you're not to worry.

- Martin, the train's going.

- I'm coming!

- Write to me, Marcos!

- Goodbye!

Goodbye!

- Son, give me a kiss.

- Don't forget, I love you.

- Look after the kid.

- I'll write, Mari-Garmen!

Pablo, behave like a man!

Good evening. Tickets.

Transport police.

Identify yourselves.

Soldier, your permit.

I don't have it.

Gome with me.

No water, the toilet's blocked

and we've stopped again.

The sea!

I've never seen it before.

I saw it during the war

when I was sent to Valencia.

Next stop:
The French border.

Excuse me,

the train for Switzerland?

- You're going to Switzerland?

- Yes!

It's the Geneva train, on platform 2.

Hurry or we'll miss it.

Thanks for the salami, it's terrific.

Eat up, we have to finish it.

The Swiss are fanatical

and now, with the swine fever,

you can't bring this in.

- Where are you going?

- To a little town.

A place called Uzwil.

- Are you sure it's in Switzerland?

- Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I saw it on the map.

It's in the north.

The north? That's the industrial area,

the German part.

- A good area?

- You bet!

You've got work permits, right?

You don't have papers?

We waited two months

for the papers from the Gonsulate.

In the end,

we decided to come in as tourists.

That's how I got in the first time,

but now...

My cousin tried recently

and didn't get in.

Sh*t!

Gome on, eat up.

We have to finish this.

Good morning.

Sh*t!

Do you like it?

It's all green, like where I'm from,

but the mountains are higher

and better tended.

Those mountains are the Swiss Alps.

You'd better waken your friend.

We're nearly there.

If they don't want immigrants

they won't let them in.

Good morning, Lorenzo.

Really! Gome along, mother.

It says so clearly.

Well,

they're going as tourists.

They look nothing like tourists.

Love, they're not going

to shoot them!

I don't know

why he had to go so far.

There's plenty of work here.

Were you getting on that badly?

And you in your village?

Sh*t!

I didn't know you were twins!

Dammit anyway!

Do you not have

to pass through customs?

Of course I do.

I go in the other line,

for people with work permits.

If you want to go in as tourists,

you must have a minimum...

We've got enough for that.

I've got 15,000 and he's got 20,000

that we got for...

Hell, that's enough.

Anyway, we're not here to spend,

we're here to make money.

Right!

Two, two. Go on, you two.

Good luck!

And my family made the sausages

themselves, dammit.

You still have a salami sandwich.

You still have a salami sandwich.

Tourists!

- The money!

- The money!

- Were you counting the sandwiches?

- Yes, there's still a salami one.

I told you.

Holy sh*t!

And those two...

Good morning.

Maybe something's happened.

What was that about?

Martin, I think we're at the factory.

Thank you.

What's up? Is there no one

living in this country?

Look, there's a bicycle.

- Madrid. Spanish.

- Milling mechanics.

Yes, we've come to work,

both of us.

He's saying something about a fair.

Maybe it's closed

because they're all at the fair.

How can a whole factory

go to a fair, for God's sake?

That's what he said.

The fair?

He's taking our cases.

What did he understand?

- Let's go with him.

- He's got my case!

This must be a hotel.

She said something about a piano.

It can't be, but I understood

that she's got a spare piano.

Yes, it's beautiful.

Very nice.

The room is very nice.

Nice!

We don't understand.

Oh, yes, goodbye!

What do you think?

Very nice.

And the room?

- You old...

- Sh*t!

Sh*t!

It's so cold!

Incredible!

We slept for almost twenty hours.

If it hadn't been for the cold,

- we'd still be asleep.

- Hang on a minute.

Watch.

If you turn on this tap

you get cold water.

But if I turn on the other one...

Put your finger there.

- Sh*t!

- It isn't hot, it's boiling!

And look at the size of the bathtub.

- You need to crap?

- Not right now.

No matter, do it anyway.

It's worthwhile. Sit down.

Touch that.

What is it?

- It's for cleaning your ass!

- What?

So, the newspapers...

What do they use them for?

What?

- Goffee.

- Yes, coffee.

She's got a foul temper.

We'll just take the coffee,

because this must cost...

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- Do you know what this could cost?

Gan't I even have one roll?

Do you know what it costs?

Anyway, I've started it!

Then hide it.

- We haven't eaten for 24 hours!

- Martin!

- Dammit!

- Drink the coffee.

I never thought that emigrating

would be as tough as this.

How can you be so calm?

What if there are no jobs?

Back in Madrid

they're waiting for money.

Whatever you say, love!

What did she say?

God knows.

Shall we go for a walk?

Sure.

They're in their bare feet.

But they don't look poor,

they've got great bikes.

Maybe they're offering it up

to the Virgin.

What Virgin?

They must have some Virgin, right?

Sh*t, this would be great spot

for a swim.

But we don't have bathing suits.

If there was no one here,

we could swim in our shorts.

If we wait they might leave.

Maybe.

Look, they don't need bathing suits.

Back home, I swam starkers

lots of times in the river.

Sh*t!

Look at that lady!

The lady is naked.

They're all naked.

Here he comes.

I wish he'd put something on.

He wants us to strip off.

Well, if we have to strip off,

we strip off.

What do you mean?

If they aren't embarrassed,

why should we be?

- You were in the army.

- No, Martin, please!

Gan you imagine your mother naked?

What mother?

Your mother, who else?

Gloria.

- Gan you imagine her naked?

- Why are you insulting my mother?

I'm just saying

can you imagine her naked

like that woman over there.

- Have you seen my mother naked?

- What?

You think I'd try

to see your mother naked?

Do you think she'd go naked

in front of her children?

I'm not saying that!

Martin, that's disgusting.

As if she'd go naked in front

of her grandchildren!

Maybe she would,

if she lived here.

It might be the local custom.

- You're making such a fuss.

- You shouldn't insult my mother.

Shitty little dog!

Sh*t!

Gome a bit closer.

Gold.

Very cold.

There are no blankets.

Two mattresses...

too much for us. Back hurts.

- Martin, the breakfast...

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