Madrid, 1987 Page #6

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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.

Have you stopped doing it?

Not long ago.

Who were you?

A famous writer.

What did you ask yourself?

About my latest book.

I played at giving Mass.

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.

Then people stopped going.

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

to those who survive them.

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...

But we fabricate other things

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

from almost every angle.

No commercials before the movie

No, we came in when it was starting.

So nobody would see us together.

Are you ashamed of being seen

with a young girt?

Are you ashamed of being seen

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.

The father tries to drag him

out of bed,

but it's an absurd situation

because the kid falls on the floor

and just gets back in bed again.

The father grows desperate.

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?

Is there anything we can do?

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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