Hello Hemingway Page #6

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- Will you start with that humdrum again?

Im going to hell. Damn it, you can

no longer eat quietly in this house.

You see what the babble brings about?

Yes, but it was you that

started all this.

Stop talking nonsense,

lets eat the cowpeas in peace.

Leonila must surely be

cooking a nice meal.

But not for her.

Why don't you bite your tongue?

Larita! Larita!

I pawned them for your sake.

Don't give up.

Studying... studying...

Forget it, now I do have

to leave the Institute.

Hey, dont even kid about it.

How can you quit now

when youre about to finish, my dear?

oh, but what do you think, mommy.

I cant go on this way.

I don't dare to turn up empty-handed

in San Francisco de Paula.

To go on there, I have to work.

Here, go ahead.

You look a little nervous.

So many pictures, interviews, talks

and run-a-rounds they put me through.

oh, every time I think

a new year will begin

and instead of prospering

Ill be worse off. Worse off.

- Hey, you want to have it all at once.

- oh, I want have it all at once, mommy,

when I settle for less

and less every day?

Right now Id thank God for being

able to go to college even if in rags.

oh, my God...

I cant even focus on my studies

because of the shame

of having to sit

at a table thats not mine

to eat cowpeas and sweet potato

Im given as a favor.

Thats not a favor at all;

thats my brother's --

your uncles-- house.

Thats the house where

were taking shelter.

Why didn't you get married; lets see?

Why didn't you raise me in a house

I could call my home?''

Why so much changing

of names and surnames

that I cant even say who I am?

Come on, tell me.

Look, I waited ages

for your father.

I was hopeful; I don't know.

But then I had to register

you on my own,

for you needed a birth certificate

for school.

Do you understand now?

And if you turned out

good and industrious,

its also because of me.

I taught you to read, to pray

and I always wanted the best for you.

The best, the very best...

in public schools, in orphanages...

oh, my goodness.

- Im the only one thats

been sacrificed here.

Yes, with mended blouses, with

wornout shoes, with a borrowed life.

But not anymore.

No.

oh, Ill get money even if

I have to sell coffee for three cents.

Go one then, I dare you.

I can get you out by the hair.

After Ive sacrificed and

struggled so much

so you can have a career

and be a decent woman.

Decent! That takes all I lack,

all you havent given me.

- Good afternoon.

- Hello.

- Im Laritas teacher, at the Institute.

- oh, how do you do.

- Come in. Make yourself at home, please.

- Thank you very much.

Shes been absent some days

because she feels a little sick.

Yes, thats why I came to see her,

for I was told she was sick.

- Yes, come in.

- Thank you.

Larita.

Larita, look whos here,

your teacher at the Institute.

But get up and look after her, baby;

she came to see you.

No, let her lie in bed if she feels sick.

oh, what she has is a mere cold,

but shes sleeping her life away.

Do you care for some coffee?

- Yes, please.

- okay, with your permission.

I was worried about you. Don't tell me

youll flunk the year for a mere cold.

oh, Doctor, you don't know...

What is it I don't know, Hilaria?

That youre a striving

girl thats trying

to rise above the environment

she was born in?

I had to make sacrifices

to study, too.

Yes, Doctor, but

you had your parents, your home...

- Youre not living under a bridge.

- Worse than that.

Dont be sorry for yourself, Hilaria,

because that doesn't help you.

What happens is youre very sentimental.

So am I.

Did you read it?

Did you like it?

But youre a Hemingway admirer.

I don't know.

Its a very sad novel.

That old man alone in the

middle of the ocean.

At the beginning, I thought hed win,

especially when he gets

to catch his fish,

but then,

the fight with the sharks,

beating his way through,

with nobody to help him.

Nobody.

I don't like novels that end up wrong.

I felt like itd happen to me.

I prayed to God never to

find myself like that.

Fortunately, Im not a fisherman.

You didn't understand the novel.

Don't look at that book

as a defeat story.

Are you going to class tomorrow?

- Let me try; youll see.

- Why cant they let me in?

- Dont become exasperated.

- Hey, Im going to come in.

Victor!

That is an order and you cant enter here.

You cant enter here.

You cant say that. He is the president

of the association and hell enter.

Association, my foot.

Thats worth nothing here now.

- okay, nobody will enter, then.

- You cant come in. Go home.

- You cant come in here.

- Victor! Victor! Victor!

Dont let anybody in! Dont let anybody in!

Dont let anybody in!

- Estela, what happened?

- Youre back, my friend.

- But, what happened?

- Salas Caizares was killed.

Thats the best news

we could have received.

But, Marisabel, youre crazy.

Don't you realize

that man had a family

like you and me?

Hey, and the people he killed, too.

Look, I didn't know you were pro-Batista.

Im not pro-Batista; Im just humanitarian

and Im not happy about anybodys death.

So they kick out Victor, they ban

the association, and this girl... Rafael!

- Rafael!

- Victor! Victor!

Estela, nobody cant enter here

if Victor is not allowed in.

Thats his problem, Rafael,

not mine.

What a jerk this girl is!

... should be ashamed, hes a partner that

fought with us. And you unruffled.

Hey, Marisabel, nobody can come in here;

lets make a chain.

Dont let anybody upstairs.

Long live Victor, pillar

of the Association!

Thats one of the main troublemakers!

Hey, young man, for the good

of your government,

I tell you this is...

A good government is what

Cuba needs...

- Victor.

- Down with Batista.

Down with Batista! Down with Batista!

Batistas head!

Batistas head!

This is crazy, Marisabel,

you dont do things this way.

Why do you say that?

Come along, come on,

don't get into trouble.

- Pedro... what are you up to?

- Come in with me, come on. Come on!

Come on!

Lets beat it quick; this

will end up in a shooting!

- I have to see Doctor Martnez. Doctor!

- Hey, Doctor Martnez, my foot; come on.

Doctor!

- Lets go, Victor!

- I have to see her. Doctor!

- Lets go!

- Victor!

Larita!

Ill speak to Doctor Martnez

but now go.

okay. Tell her well meet

at The old Man and the Sea bookstore.

- Come on, Victor.

- Come on, run!

Get in, get in.

Wait for me in there.

Doctor.

Whatever youre about to do,

abide by the consequences.

I won't let them push and shove

any of my students.

oscarito, shut the doors.

- Let me out! Doctor!

- No, not.

Let me out! Doctor!

No. Doctor!

Doctor!

Let me out! Doctor...!

Its a Galician song.

My father used to sing it to me.

You know, Josefa? once I dreamed it was

chilly and that a strong wind was blowing

and I was alone in the

middle of the ocean,

yearning for my bed.

Nightmares.

Ive had them too, and worse.

oh, baby, gather all your

strength, pain, and

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