El somni

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A DREAM:

"The paths are rough.

The hillocks are covered with broom.

The air is motionless. How far away

the birds and the springs are!

It can only be

the end of the world, ahead."

Springtime, going to the mountain

Is it right here?

It won't get your backpack wet.

- That's fine.

- Do you want it cold?

It's fine.

Put this by it.

We could add a few oranges.

Is a three-litre bottle

going to be enough?

Wait, your canteen!

Give me a plastic bag so it

won't get your backpack all wet.

Your canteen!

The canteen also.

Hold on!

- Where can I put my things?

- Over here.

Yes, on the table.

You can fit more bottles like this.

Put whatever you need on the table.

- We have apples and oranges.

- Put the food here.

I can't throw away the flies!

They're everywhere!

- Have a nice journey!

- Bye!

...then he grabs it by the tail,

turns it around,

goes down the other side,

and it's done!

I like shearing... I like it!

Yeah, me too.

It's a bloody hard job.

But I like it!

Some of my friends use to

visit me on the way. I like it!

There's an old lady that lives there.

I haven't seen her. She could be dead.

Every year she'd tell us:

"Thank God you're coming through."

Look that grass.

When I come back,

I'm going to stay here.

It's a really nice place.

Yeah, that'd be f***ing great!

Colom!

God damn it!

Come on, Valent, let's go!

Bastards!

They don't even follow God!

Would you mind helping us cross?

Just this stretch to go to Crespi.

Just this stretch to turn?

They'll listen to you, but not to us!

Yeah, all right.

Okay, let's go!

Our misfortune is that we

haven't much money.

What would you do with it?

I'd buy my dog an omelette in

the Vall del Bac!

I bet you've probably never

seen that before.

He had nothing to eat

when he was a kid,

but now he treats his dog

like a gentleman.

Coffee.

On a catalan table there will

always be a "porr" of wine.

Whether you eat cod or mushrooms,

ask for a "porr" of wine.

On a catalan table,

the "porr" is always there.

Don't drink it all at once!

What a guy.

Six and four, ten, fifteen,

eighteen, nineteen, twenty...

twenty one, twenty two...

This guy used to be a shepherd too,

we were from the same village.

We spent quite a few years together.

I was born in Vallfogona.

Vallfogona in Ripolls!

"I would like to marry"

"the daughter of a countryman,"

"with a good sack of money"...

That doesn't sound bad to me.

Money doesn't do anything,

but it helps you live.

He used to be a shepherd,

but now he is a baker!

What a b*tch of a change!

These people have to understand

that this is my way of life.

If they tell me:
"You can't go

into the mountains because..."

And that'll happen sooner or later.

Who knows, maybe not,

I mightjust drop dead suddenly!

It didn't happen to my uncle.

He died in the corral

when he was 101. No, wait, 102!

He was in pure agony

and they put him in bed,

but he'd never slept in a bed before!

He had never eaten at a table either!

He never even had a woman!

He didn't even use money.

He never spent a dime.

My uncle was a really strong man!

My feet can't stand espadrilles.

But I have to wear 'em

all the time!

A shepherd's life is the best.

Wearing good shoes

and a backpack all year long.

Just give me

one of those abandoned houses

without a radio or TV set...

Nothing but 5 or 6 women

and good food.

Now that would be great!

Like an elephant lost in the jungle,

nobody knows where you're at...

Not even the Treasury... Nobody!

That's my dream.

Today's not as hot

as it was yesterday.

God damn!

Yesterday was a b*tch!

All the sheep's tongues

were hanging out...

He's such an idiot!

He's a worthless idiot!

Yeah, about as worthless

as the Virgin Mary!

Oh sh*t! They never go there!

Those f***ers!

There are electrical cables over there

that they're going to eat.

Over there! Over there!

Get over there!

Get back!

There!

What can you give me?

I'm out of soup.

- What do you got hot?

- Hot?

I can make some rice,

it'll take about ten minutes.

Is that alright with you, Alfonso?

Do want some rice?

Lt'll be ready by the time

you finish a salad.

Yeah, that's fine. I haven't

had rice in a while anyway.

You know it's got to boil

for like 5 hours in the pot,

just waiting for it to boil.

Then you have to drain it.

If no blood comes out, it's done.

But you can't let it cook

too long either.

Years ago, women used to poke it

and watch it carefully...

They still do now.

If you don't drain it...

No, to check and see

if they're cooked.

Yeah, but if you don't drain 'em,

they'll explode like

f***in' terrorist bombs!

Like f***in' bombs!

A good herd always moves, Mart.

Don't go sh*t scary.

I went through hell. You don't want

to suffer as much as I have.

As long as you have a heard,

you'll never be poor or rich,

but you'll have plenty of women!

You see? You won't be rich!

What is being rich?

Besides showing your little brother

one hell of a good time!

Things have changed.

Before, you could move the flock

whenever you wanted to.

I used to go at Bianya,

or Peralada,

wherever I wanted to go.

But not now.

You cannot move as you want!

Everything's all f***ed up now!

"The shepherd and I live on love"...

"The shepherd and I live on love"...

I want one!

Come on, hurry up!

We don't want to get caught!

That drizzle is a gift to get up here!

The animals climb much better.

Valenti thinks I'm crazy,

but he's afraid of sleeping

outside like this.

But who's going to hurt me

in God's World?

I'm safer here than in any city.

The most I'll see out here

is a fox or a wild boar.

"Back at the big ranch"

"where I used to live"

"there was a little ranch girl"

"who, happily, said"...

"I'll make you a pair of trousers".

"How?"

"Like the ranchers use".

"How do they use them, compadre?"

"They start off with wool,"

"and finish with leather".

"Back at the big ranch"

"where I used to live"

"There was a little ranch girl"

"who, happily, said"...

Well, sheep, learn to cut

the grass like that.

That's what there is

at La Gran Jaa.

That's it.

Where the hell is the grass?

In 60 years this is the worst year

I've ever seen.

There's absolutely no grass to eat.

I knew there wasn't going to be much,

but this is really bad!

There's nothing!

- Are there any thorns, at least?

- Not very many.

We'd be lucky if there were!

I don't know about these.

If there are, that's it.

We're saved.

We don't have to respect

the private electric fences.

We pay communal taxes,

we pay for everywhere!

I pay 1.000 euros of communal taxes.

Well, godfather, here we are.

It took some work,

but we finally made it.

Summertime, at the mountain

At this rate, I wouldn't

recommend it to anyone!

Back then, things were

different. I'd like someone to do it,

but not at this rate.

Nobody can live like this.

The government

doesn't understand anything

because it always does

the same thing:

When it passes a law,

it's for all of Spain!

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