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but it's always there.

I don't know what to do.

When? During the day? At night?

All the time.

All the time,

a white, white light.

coming from above,

coming from in front,

coming towards me,

I try not to look at it,

I try shutting my eyes,

but no,

it's still there, with me.

All day.

You should see a doctor.

What for?

So he can tell me l'm crazy?

No, because you can't live with that.

I can see it there now.

lt's white,

and coming towards me.

At times it seems as if

it's above me.

And it gets blurred.

It's something that

stalks me all day.

If you like,

you could see a healer.

A healer? No, no.

No.

Some people go for their nerves...

if they're nervous

after seeing things...

they go to the healer.

There's one in lkaztegieta.

I could go with you.

But the thing is...

Nerves? No, it's not nerves,

because this is...

this is a quiet place.

But the light...

I can see it.

I can see it now.

I can see it.

It's constant. lt's...

lt's... lt's something

I can't explain.

But I'm the only one who sees it.

Wherever I look,

it's all light.

In bed,

in the nicest of dreams,

suddenly,

an immense light wakes me up.

I open my eyes,

and there it is.

There, inside the bedroom.

I get up,

I walk away, it follows me...

I don't know.

I don't know what to do.

You can't go on like this.

See if there's a light.

l'm switching it off.

Is there anything there?

Come on, Jon, there's nothing here.

Let's go somewhere else.

No, there's nothing here.

Stop. Stop it.

Hey, don't make so much noise.

Let's go and find something,

there's nothing here.

Careful with the lights.

I'm switching them off.

Go ahead. l'm coming.

You shouldn't get angry like this.

- Don't take it...

- If you came,

and sawthey had

destroyed all this...

- Yes.

- How would you feel?

You might feel bad,

but it'll hurt you.

It's going to hurt you inside

if you get so pissed off.

Of course l'm pissed off.

If I catch one of them,

I'll showthem.

What do you plan to do?

You're too old to go around

beating up kids

with a metal bar, man.

With a metal bar,

with a chain...

With whatever l can find.

You want a hero's pension

or something?

No.

They're twenty years old.

What do you think they are?

And there'll be two or three,

four, five or six of them.

That's about right.

In a group,

because they're such cowards.

They wouldn't come alone.

If I go inside one day,

and find someone in there,

with this bar or with a chain,

I'll showthem.

We're a bit old for all this, Luis.

It's not possible.

Let them damage the door, not you.

- And who suffers? The door?

- No, but...

You don't need to go through this.

I'll grab him...

I'll wring his neck...

It always happens when I'm not here.

Who's there?

Okay...

Hello, little one.

Easy, easy, easy.

To my son Marco.

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