Hello Hemingway Page #3

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- Your name?

- Patricia.

Patricia.

Blots are not allowed; just an I mean or

rather, if you need to change a phrase.

- okay?

- Yes, Miss Amalia.

Dear diary,

things that Id like to

have in the future:

one, to have a house

for me and my mom;

two, to have my own, blue,

car, of course;

three, to have a very elegant

and distinguished figure;

four, to have a college degree;

five, to be a world-renowned

writer, like Hemingway.

of all my ambitions,

I settle for the last two.

Love,

Larita.

Hey, Hemingway,

I love you.

oh, Hemingway,

Larita.

At sea, life is more pleasant.

At sea, I love you much more.

With the sun, the moon and the stars

at sea, happiness is all around.

Hey, Larita, drop the curtain

cause there is no show.

- Hey, a curtain, a curtain.

Im coming with a curtain.

oh, me, me, me. Come on, come on.

The curtain goes up and Batista

appears nodding...

The curtain drops. The curtain goes up

and Batista appears now shaking his head.

Whats the name of the play?

You.

- oh, Batista at the theater.

- Batista at the circus.

okay, okay, okay, everybodys lost.

No, no, no, Lari, no; everybodys lost.

Batista mur-der-er.

How funny.

Rafael, one day youll be in a mess

like Hildelisa.

oh, speaking of Hildelisa,

did you see that?

- That little girl is gutsy.

- Gutsy? Id say shes crazy.

Issuing a proclamation against

Salas Caizares, in the

middle of the class,

and before Dr. Sanchez...

- Estela.

- What, Rafael?

That guy is extremely pro-Batista,

like the principal.

Look, Rafael, the association needs

people like Hildelisa.

Hey, buddy, I see youre

very fond of Hildelisa.

- My love...

- Why so jealous, you fool?

Quit that two-for-nickel jealousy.

oh, how funny you are.

- one has to defend oneself,

dont you think?

Victor, dont even think about it.

That girl...

You don't realize everybody was speaking

of fashions, of cinema artists

and she came up with that bombshell.

Here are the documents

you needed.

- Thank you very much.

- Youre welcome.

See you.

Come on, Larita,

the little bird...

Larita, say cheese.

Cheese...

Hey, enough, enough

or Ill come out awful.

Come on, sweetie, serious.

Looking over here, my darling.

Look at the little plate.

Here.

Now, here. Soften up, soften up a little.

Serious, serious.

Dear diary,

what a busy day.

We walked around a lot and I got

all the documents I needed.

I took my cousin to the University,

and there, in front of the Alma Mater,

I promised him that some day Id climb

those steps and get my degree.

We looked for the fritter stall

where mommy works

but we lost our way

through the Havana porches

and we ended up sharing

a single roll with beefsteak.

Cousin, your scholarship

may be free all right,

but all this rushing around youre in

is what youre paying with.

oh, yes, my cousin, but

look, for making it

to college Id even go

to Santiago on foot.

up to Santiago on foot...

But not everything is a bed of roses.

My uncle Manolo is a little weird lately.

Last night he had a fight

with Aunt Rosenda until very late

and I seemed to understand

he had problems

at the police station.

But, anyway, as Hemingways

old hero says:

now I have to think

of only one thing.

He loves you,

Larita.

- When did you study English?

- Mary's Academy.

Edison's Institute.

Havana Business Academy.

At St. George's School.

Havana Business Academy.

Kendler College.

Public School Number 2o

at San Francisco of Paula Town.

Now, every time I look at the sea,

I seem to be looking at the old man

trying to catch his big fish.

Hey, have you read our novel yet?

Yes.

And, is it good?

Ill lend it to you.

No, no. Id rather

that you told it to me softly, here.

- Where?

- Larita, in Cojmar.

- It was here that it happened, wasnt it?

- Yes.

Come on, tell it to me.

It was an old man that fished alone.

And he sailed away and

away into the ocean,

until he no longer saw the shore.

His obsession was to fish a big fish.

And, finally?

- He fishes it.

- Yes?

- Yes.

- How nice!

It was a huge fish,

bigger than the boat.

Wow, how scary.

But then come the sharks

and start to bite into him.

- Into the old man?

- Hey, no, into the fish.

Look, he had such an obsession

that he even

makes a promise to the

Virgin of Charity

to go to El Cobre if he managed

to bring it undivided to the shore.

- To El Cobre?

- Yes.

If goes to oriente he does have

to wrestle with a heap of sharks.

- The people there are like hell...

- oh, no, Victor.

You only think about

the Association and the tyranny.

Yes? About the tyranny, too.

About the Association and,

also, about the tyranny.

And about you.

Don't I think of you?

Hey, don't you get mad now.

Tell me, does he finally go to El Cobre?

No.

The sharks eat up his fish.

What?

All of it?

Nearly...

- He makes it to the shore.

- How unlucky!

But only with the skeleton.

Come on, but nothing good

happens to that old man?

He dreamed of lions on the beach.

Listen to this, look.

At sea, life is very pleasant,

At sea, there are plenty of lions.

Look, buddy.

You and the old man.

At that time of day...

oh, Victor...

You make no sense of fantasy.

... I wasnt born to be poor, I like...

Hey? Milk for the shoes!

What a luxury!

I read it in a magazine, the best for

a patent leather shoe is milk.

Its better to drink it. Its hardly enough

for breakfast and you waste it.

oh, Aunt Rosenda, its

a little drop; look,

the fat that was at the

bottom of the pitcher.

Yes, darling, but its that fat

that makes you put on weight.

But, Manolo,

what are you doing sitting there?

- So you were rushing me...

- oh, Rosenda, leave me alone, please?

Hey, Larita, not even goat milk can

enhance those shoes. Nothing can.

Look, heres your dress for the feast.

- oh, thats gorgeous!

- How did it look on you?

Beautiful.

Its just fine.

okay, but look,

now you rest and Ill iron the skirt...

No, sirree, Ill iron it; you werent born

to work; you were born to study.

- Hey, let her iron it.

- Yes.

Why should you iron it?

Let her do it.

You finished early.

Manolo...

I cant go on in this business.

Im embarrassed to death.

Well, at least you get

yourself something,

dont you?

I prefer to wash, iron, cook,

whatever, but in a house.

Sister, Im dead tired.

This six-by-six shift is killing me.

Why, don't you sleep

at the station once in a while?

In that mad-house?

Its clear you don't know.

Manolo...

Is what the people

there are saying true?

No.

You dont want to know.

A lieutenant there has

taken it out on me.

I cant stand him.

The house and the family are

making me bite my tongue.

Youre crazy, Leonila.

oh, you did right, mommy shouldnt

be selling fritters on the porches.

Thats outrageous.

outrageous is not to have

a penny, sweetie.

Look,

how do I look in the dress?

You got that! Flora lent it to me,

Josefa fixed it and Aunt

Rosenda ironed it.

But, its the shoes that are...

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