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Madrid, 1987 Page #6
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- 1987
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if it's so impossible to change things
If you want to do something different.
You want to do something different
Maybe...
Young people forget
you'll be like us.
You overestimate yourselves.
Youth is a gift, but watch out...
It's a gift that fades.
You feel life emptying and you cover
the holes as best you can.
You'll see.
Why do you scold me
when you speak to me?
My siblings do it
all the f***ing time.
Why do you all talk like
nobody ever came before you?
Its non-stop,
like a lesson in installments.
We have to endure every topic.
Sex life, job, studies,
what to do, what to think...
Leave us alone, let us live.
I only wanted to have sex with you.
Sorry I turned this into summer school.
What if I was the one after sex?
Maybe I'm curious, or a pervert...
A real pervert...
Or to get ahead, like you said.
What would you get me, a job?
Tell your boss to hire me
as an intern.
Get you to reveal a secret.
I'm not that naive.
And if I am, it's my problem.
The same comparison,
over and over again...
Back in my day, nowadays...
Just a little prehistory for you.
To teach us what
Cynicism, bitterness,
striking an intellectual pose...
Finally somebody said something
intelligent in here.
I'd rather you actually taught me
something you believe in.
I think this is how it is,
or this is how it should be.
But they're empty recipes.
Always talking about your age.
Like I'm not aware how old you are
and how old I am.
Maybe I'm the one who picked you.
To escape from what's expected of me
and try something new.
Maybe I don't find guys my age
interesting or different enough.
If we weren't locked in here,
you'd have left by now, right?
You'd have gotten out of bed
with some excuse.
I'm expected at home
or I have a meeting.
You'd have dressed in a hurry.
I got what I wanted.
So stop talking like
you're in a tower.
An ivory tower.
No, a tower of sh*t.
I was just killing time.
But anyway...
Talk, Im listening.
I have nothing to say.
Could you yell again?
Somebody might hear us.
Hello!
Is anybody out there?
Hello!
It's so hot.
When I was little, I'd spend hours
in front of the mirror.
I'd pretend I was somebody famous
being interviewed.
One of the perks of having grown up
without TV.
You don't dream about being on TV.
I'd ask myself questions
and answer them.
Not long ago.
Who were you?
A famous writer.
What did you ask yourself?
About my latest book.
I was a priest
giving Mass.
Sometimes I'd make political speeches.
I'd sit all my dolls on the bed
and give them a speech.
Because you grew up with Felipe
and Alfonso Guerra.
Real politicians make me sick.
They deceive people.
You think people
want to know the truth.
They'd rather be deceived.
You can't be happy
if you don't lie to yourself.
It may not seem like it, but I don't
have an answer for everything.
A couple months ago a girl in my class
jumped out the window.
She was meeting another friend
who was waiting for her downstairs.
She saw her fall from
her bathroom window.
From the sixth floor.
We were all...
You feel like there was nothing
you could do for her.
That you didn't know
what she was going through.
She was my age, you know.
We'd walk to class together.
We'd met in class.
She was one of those
who always went.
We'd sit together
in the back of the room.
The first day there weren't enough
desks for everyone.
They only showed up for exams.
They need two rooms
to seat us all.
Hard to believe, huh.
We don't even have a desk...
Maybe she did it to make space
for the rest of you.
It's scary someone
can decide to do that.
People who commit suicide
are almost always making a statement
That's suicide's nastiest side.
Strangely enough,
being desperate can be wonderful
if you can bear it.
You think so?
Desperate people expect nothing.
That's usually when
the best stuff appears.
The unexpected.
We all expect something...
until it comes along.
Fake
And necessary.
The most trivial things,
the pettiest...
are the most basic.
It's pretty unpleasant.
When they see what's out there,
some choose windows
and others seek
more hospitable orifices
where the gorilla,
or other beasts we carry inside,
don't bark, growl or scratch.
Being in here
is starting to get to me.
Want to go to the movies?
Want to see a movie with me
My treat.
When?
Right now.
Watch.
Come on, I'll make room.
Look.
It starts with some views of Madrid.
You can see how it stretches out
No commercials before the movie
No, we came in when it was starting.
So nobody would see us together.
with a young girt?
with an old man?
People would think
I'm your granddaughter.
What if we kiss?
Just to annoy people watching.
Don't get distracted.
Watch the movie.
We see a man in his fifties
leaving work in the morning.
Out of town, in an industrial area.
He comes out of a beer factory
and dnves home.
It could be any neighborhood,
I cant say what street.
His wife is getting up
and he's going to bed.
They have breakfast together
and he asks where their son is.
The mother says he refuses to get up.
Why, asks the father.
I don't know,
he says he doesn't want to."
That's unacceptable," says the father,
and he goes to his room to wake him up.
But the boy, who's 12 years old,
is awake,
lying in bed with his eyes open.
No matter how much
the father insists,
he says he won't get up,
that he has no reason to.
Is he an only child?
No, he has a sister who's much older
and moved out.
out of bed,
but it's an absurd situation
because the kid falls on the floor
and just gets back in bed again.
The mother tells him to calm down,
that it's just one day.
The father can't afford to indulge him,
but there's nothing he can do either.
So he gives up and goes to bed.
But...
when he wakes up at noon,
he finds his wife
feeding the boy in his bed.
No, that's the last straw.
If he won't get up, no lunch.
And he forbids his wife
from entering his room.
He'll get up.
But the next day
the same thing happens.
The boy doesn't want to get up.
And the father tries to reason with him.
Whats wrong?
And the boy says he's sorry
and that there's nothing they can do.
There's nothing wrong with me.
I just don't want to get up.
Shall I go on?
Yes.
Okay.
The parents call his school
and that afternoon
a psychologist visits him.
Have you had any arguments recently?
Has he been sadder than usual?
No, says the parents.
The psychologist
goes in the boy's bedroom
and asks him a bunch of questions.
But the boy seems fine
and always has the same answer.
I don't want to get up,
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