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Yes?

Do we get a

group grade?

There is a provisional qualification

for the whole group, so start working.

You, why are you

throwing stones?

You can not

do that, stop!

Go and play with something else!

What tool

are you using?

No, youre not looking

in the right place.

Open the window

...there it is a tool called History... yeah...

and there you can undo the mistake.

Hold on.

Whats wrong, Hernandez?

Sir, Dusan and Letelier

are playing with a PSP.

Yes. And?

Videogames are

forbidden at school.

Yes, but thats

my problem.

Go back to class,

Ill deal with it later.

- Ok.

- Go back to class.

I was saying that

you need to backtrack,

until you find

your mistake.

- The teacher, careful!

- Silence, please, seated.

Quiet.

No running!

Be seated.

No running!

It is 3:
50.

In 30 minutes, well start

reading the speeches.

Each group will

read its speech.

Choose a person

to read it.

Letelier, Fernandez and Gasic,

I saw you playing with that videogame

- Put it away right now!

- Yeah mister, just a second.

- I said right now!

- Yeah mister, one more goal

I said now!

Put it in a bag.

Yeah, yeah.

If you dont put it away

I will take it!

Put it away.

Gasic, put it away.

And since you seem to know

so much about the subject,

you will be the first group

to read your speech.

And for you it will

count in your final grade.

- What?

- It will count in your final grade.

Quiet, and get to work.

If you have

a doubt, ask me.

Excuse me.

Manuel, its so late!

- Are you tired?

- Yeah.

Why aren't you

wearing your smock?

Its in my backpack.

You have to wear it,

otherwise youll ruin your uniform.

- Mrs. Mara Ins sent me to Chillan.

- I was about to ask.

- Next time, we could meet up.

- And how?

You let me

know in advance.

- So I can pick you up.

- Ok.

Are you tired?

Look what I have

for you here.

- What is it?

- This little candy.

I don't want it now.

Save it for later.

- Ok.

- Thanks.

I got out

late because...

Im doing a workshop,

were painting a mural.

Oh, thats why.

- Sit on my lap.

- No.

Youll be more

comfortable.

- You can rest a little.

- No.

Sit down a little.

- Can I?

- Yes.

Just one leg...

Are you comfortable?

Get some rest.

You can sleep.

Move a little.

Thats comfier.

You can sleep,

if you want.

Cornelio!

- Your sweater...

- I forgot it.

- Don't be in such a rush!

- Thanks.

I didnt do my military service,

it wasnt mandatory.

My father died and I was alone taking

care of my mother and ten brothers.

Being the eldest, I had

to look after the house.

I would have liked to do it,

but I couldnt.

I have a son in the army.

Hes a professional soldier.

After serving in Coyhaique,

they sent him to Arica,

then to Santiago, and now hes

in Linares waiting for a promotion.

- Good luck.

- You too.

Youre too used

to being pushed.

Im sick of it.

- Come on, Don Cornelio.

- With this we are dropping dead.

He got used to it.

He just loves

being pushed.

- Ok, see now.

- See now.

- Bye Don Cornelio.

- Bye bye mister.

Lets have some water.

Don't lean against the switch,

youre turning off

the sign outside.

As I was telling you,

our daughter has a kid.

But its not a problem.

Id like to help her out.

Don Cornelio,

those things happen.

Her brothers are

in Santiago.

Im putting the papers in order,

so I can leave her with something.

Don Segundo. You again!

Please stop doing that!

This is the third time

I have to move you.

Our customers cant see

the neon sign, dammit!

- Whats the matter?!

Who do you think you are!?

Relax.

- Nobody bangs on my table!

- Relax, will you?

Easy. I'm talking with him.

Did you see how he

banged on my table?

You...

So you can help them

to plant and harvest.

I will help your grandson.

He is studying in Chillan?

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Hello. Come on.

Were waiting outside.

- Hello.

- Nice to meet you, boy.

Now we have to go,

but we will talk later.

Were waiting for you.

- Dont forget you bag.

- Oh, right.

Bye my friends, Ill see

you soon, God Willing.

You never change.

The other day you forgot your cap

and now you almost left your bag.

I mightve forgotten my bag,

but not my friends.

Your grandpa

always comes here.

I come here

every day.

To have some fun.

You almost forgot me,

I waited for hours...

If we hadnt shown up, would

you have drunk till morning?

Maybe not till morning,

but a little longer, yes.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hows my girl?

Fine.

- What are you doing here?

- Mrs. Mara Ines sent me to Chillan.

She was in the same

bus as Manuel.

- How about the drinks?

- I have a few, so Im a little tipsy now...

Let me tell you a story of my youth,

a story you don't know...

Looking for work we left with

some friends to the mountains.

And leaving Chillan to the east,

between Pinto and Recinto,

we found this big farm.

There was a sawmill, some wheat fields...

- Back when you traveled the country?

- Yes, I had to make a living.

So we asked who

we should talk to,

and we were told to

go see a guy named...

Gutierrez.

He was the overseer...

- Mom, Grandpas told this story before.

- You know how he is, eat!

...and he sent us

to harvest the wheat

- Can I play with your cell phone?

- The batterys dead with the power outage.

He would reply:
"Good work

you did today, the boss will be happy"

Wed say,

"Howdy, Gutierrez!"

But he used to hit the

bottle a little too much.

And his health

started failing.

So much it was so, that he couldnt even

lift his head when we called his name.

Hed sit there all day,

in his chair. And one fine day...

- You are not eating, Ale?

- No, mom.

Until one good day, Gutierrez died,

and we had to organize the funeral.

He had this dog,

that was so attached to him...

that when we

said "Gutierrez"

the dog would

wag its tail.

But later, the dog too lost

its spunk. It became sad.

So we called the dog

"Gutierrez", too.

The dog was sick with sadness.

He hide behind some logs...

And even when we yelled "Gutierrez!"

It laid still, like its master had.

- It wouldnt get up.

- No.

So we ended up burying

it too, just like Gutierrez.

What do you think?

Too bad both

of them died.

But its a good story,

nonetheless.

Theres one more

thing I want to say...

Maybe because Im tipsy...

Im not as good

a worker as I used to be.

Im fencing the pasture, as you know,

a work that used to take me a couple of days...

But I've been at it for two weeks,

and I cant see the end of it.

Well see if I even finish.

- Its your age, Dad.

- Yeah, I suppose...

Sometimes I think about

all the things Ive done in my life...

and of how it all fades away,

slowly, day after day.

And then I start reflecting, my mind turning

for answers:
"Why do I have so little left?"

- Time takes its toll.

- Yes.

Why work so

much, anyways?

You know your brothers

will haggle over the land?

I agree, Dad.

- The light, finally!

- Great!

You know youre not the only heir,

so why work so hard?

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