Gregorio

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We are children of the rooster,

we are children of the Sun, of all...

...the mountains, of the earth,

of all that surrounds us.

We are of them.

"I'm going to Lima", you say.

You'll come back crying.

On the streets you won't

even find anything to eat.

You'll end up shining shoes.

You'll even have to ask

your wife for money...

...your wife.

You still don't know what it

is to work for the boss.

For years we've

served the masters.

Now at least we

have a little farm.

Here we can work.

Yet they leave our

land like crazy...

...Do you realize the

amount of people going...

...who end up washing

dishes in restaurants?

Your children, your wife,

how will they cope?

While you're going to

go walking around!

Tomorrow or the day after,

when I find a job...

...I'll send for my family.

You know how our parents

have suffered to have...

...these lands?

Do you think that

sacrifice was in vain?

The sons of farmers

have defended the land.

So I'm going to

follow that path.

I won't inherit any of it.

You know customs of the Quechua.

My brother, the youngest,

will inherit the lands of my father.

No, Machico,...

...I have to go.

There's no other possibility, Juana...

So why should I stay here?

I've decided to travel.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

When will you be back?

I'll stay on my own.

But in the future...

...we'll live better.

And we, when will we travel?

When I get a job...

...I'll send for you.

Tell your mom not to get me angry.

We can't help it,

you'll have to endure her.

Take care of my children.

I'm going no matter what.

Gregorio!

My dad left, too.

To Lima, he says.

There is so much traffic,

the houses are tall,

There's a lot of work to do,

and some factories, he says.

So, your father went

there to looking for a job.

Yes.

When you go to the city it's

not the same, well, as here.

And you, few know,

yet, the big cities...

when you get there,

you'll see that it's different.

Houses grow vertically there, right?

It's not like here in our town,

here in the mountains,

here in our town, it's not the same.

Here the houses are separated.

We have a lot of land,

a lot of farms.

But in Lima, the houses

have to grow vertically.

Why? Because many people go there.

There we can't, you aren't going to be

able to talk even with your neighbors...

because everybody is so busy.

Well, here we will

accommodate ourselves.

Here I have a little Quaker Oats.

We made them for the kids.

Anything you need,

just ask for the man Martnez.

My brother is just...

well, I'll be back.

I'll be unloading the truck.

But here you can't

speak Quechua!

Nobody will understand you!

Be right back.

Here in Lima nobody speaks Quechua.

Medium, what color is this

gentleman's white shirt?

White!

He never fails, this Medium,

he never fails!

Very good, Medium!

Medium, now tell me

who am I'm pointing at.

- A couple in love. - Very good!

What's the future of this couple?

- They will marry very soon! - Very good, Medium!

Tell me, the lady, why is she getting married?

Out of love and happiness!

- And the gentleman?

- Out of idiocy!

He never fails, the Medium never fails!

Very good, Medium!

Medium, now tell me

who I'm pointing at.

A gentleman.

- Very good, Medium! Describe the

gentleman's character! - Very easy!

- And why?

- Because he doesn't wear any underwear!

He never fails, my Medium never fails!

Here, the gentleman has just handed

me something. What is it, Medium?

A box of matches!

He never fails, my Medium never fails!

Now comes the most difficult one to answer.

Now my Medium will tell if

the match is on fire or not.

- Fired up or not? Hurry up, I'm burning!

- On!

He never fails, my Medium never fails!

Very good, Medium!

- Medium, tell me what I have in my hand.

- A head!

- Very well. Whose head is this?

- A donkey's!

- A child, idiot!

- Ah, an idiot child!

The idiot is you!

Medium, how many hairs

does this head have?

1,999,000 hairs, a cane,

a lice and a plus.

He never fails! People who don't believe him can come

count them! He never fails. Very good, Medium!

- What does the gentleman

have on his finger? - A ring!

Very well. Now let's guess what

metal the ring's made of!

Focus, Medium.

- Hurry, time is golden.

- Gold!

He never fails, my Medium never fails!

Very good, Medium!

Here the gentleman has

just handed me a bill.

You go to the store, buy 50...

Man, why did you came

here to polish shoes?

You want to go polishing,

and you don't have any shoes?

Why have you come here?

You can't polish shoes here, man.

I'm polishing the shoes,

here, now, that's all.

You have to go to somewhere else.

Go somewhere else, already.

Hey, hey, leave him alone, numbnuts!

- Get out, get out of here!

- You're bullying the brat?

That's four against one,

that's bullying, against him on his own.

Just because he's on his own, the brat?

He should go elsewhere, then.

Get out, get out of here fast!

One day in the mountains,

I was walking by the countryside.

I ran cross a pigeon. She was hurt.

Poor thing,

you've taken your last breath.

In Lima, you work hard.

My dad, he spends all day loading.

If not moving someone, then in the market,

loading and unloading packages.

And at night, he's a security

guard at a construction site,

lacking proper rest just to

keep people from stealing.

When there was festival in

my town, I used to attend.

My mom didn't like that,

but she sent me to watch out,

because my dad's a notorious drunk.

It was day of the bullfights.

Trucks were circled,

the courtyard very pretty.

Behind they had a corral

where they kept the bulls.

You would enter via an alley.

And I saw my dad was coming in,

totally drunk, that way, he hardly saw me.

I ran to tell my mom.

When we arrived the bull

had already ran over him.

Another guy had his guts torn out.

My mom came in, and with head shots and kicks,

she chased him off the courtyard:...

"Idiot, drunkard! Why do you come in,

not knowing how to fight a bull?"

She yanked him out, but he

still wanted to return, my dad.

Blow after blow, she dragged him out!

She was taking her revenge, my mom,

taking advantage of his drunkenness.

The next day I made him remember.

But he couldn't remember a thing,

he just said:
"My head hurts!"

Now he's sick.

Sick, really sick.

He can't even eat.

Sometimes he doesn't go to work.

But you have to make more money.

- This Saturday everyone'll be paid off.

- This Saturday?

There's no more work here.

My friend, you told me that the work wasn't going

to dry up here, that there was plenty of work.

- I said... But I'm not the boss!

- Well, I wouldn't have come in that case.

I'm hired hand the same as you.

I'll be left high and dry, just like you.

Me, what I want now is

to get a room, that's all.

A room? Where are you going to get

a room, as expensive as they are?

A small room, the smallest, would cost

you more than you make in a month.

I heard it on the radio that the

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