The House of the Spirits Page #6

How could I be so wrong?

How could I be so wrong?

This is Esteban Trueba.

I'd like to speak to the Ambassador.

John!

No, not well, John.

How can one feel well these days?

It's terrible what's happening.

I feel...

personally ashamed.

I feel everything is my fault.

But I didn't call for sympathy.

I need your help.

For old time's sake.

I realize what I'm about

to ask is beyond...

what diplomacy permits.

And it's dangerous.

Very dangerous.

But there's someone

I need to help.

I've come to take you out of here.

Why?

Because you're not safe here.

Go to hell!

Please, come with me.

Please.

CANADIAN EMBASSY

Senator Trueba

to see the Ambassador.

Your papers?

Search the trunk!

Please, step out of the car.

We must search it.

Get out of the car!

Stay where you are,

you old civilist fool.

It's clean.

You can open it. Open the gate!

She doesn't respond anymore.

You must not wish for death,

my child.

That's not what's important.

Death will come no matter what.

You must fight to live...

for life is a miracle.

And Alba needs you.

She's waiting for you.

Who's this?

You did?

Thank you, Transito.

Remember the curfew.

Don't move till sunrise.

What have they done to you, my child?

I thought I'd never see you again.

I thought I'd die

alone and miserable,

Like Ferula said.

Is Pedro...?

Safe.

Safe.

He's waiting for you in Canada.

Let's hope he's a better father

than I was.

You did your best.

I was once very angry with you.

I even hated you.

You know about that.

While I was in prison,

I thought only of revenge,

not on you,

but I was obsessed by

thoughts of revenge.

I would avenge all those

who should be avenged.

But now I'm not so sure

of my hatred.

I've begun to realize

there must be...

a relationship between events,

like Mama always said.

It's good to be back.

What is it?

I miss Clara.

Come on. Come and lie down.

Thank you, Blanca dear.

There.

That's better now.

Go now, Blanca.

Go to Alba.

Clara.

My dearest.

My angel.

My mother wrote everything down

to keep track of time.

What she wrote in her diaries

has helped me overcome my terrors.

And today I ask myself

if I want to contribute...

to the endless story of

hatred, blood and revenge.

But I can 't find a reason

for that anymore.

To me, life is...

my daughter,

Pedro,

the light,

the day,

this very moment,

the memories,

the future.

To me, life itself has become

the most important thing.

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