The Motorcycle Diaries Page #4

- Thanks a lot

Guys, let me introduce you to two Argentinean volunteers|that will be staying here with you

- Let me introduce you to Dr. Che Skinny and Dr. Che Fatty|- Nice to meet you

- Hey, would you like to see more of the town?|- Yes

- But...|- Don't worry sir

- Excuse me...|- Yes?

I wouldn't like to bother you, but are you really doctors?

- No|- Yes|- No

I'm a biochemist

- Could you visit a lady that is sick|- Yes, when you tell me...

Could it be right now, cause she is really sick.|It's been a very long time since she saw a doctor

Ok, let me pick up my things and we will go.

Is nice to be faithful to the Hippocratic oath, Fuser

Excuse me

Look at my eyes

I'm going to touch your neck a little

Has she eaten?

I don't know

Look, Doa Rosa, Im going to leave you these pills

Take one with each meal

And one before bedtime.

This will help you feel better

Dear mom...I knew i wouldn't be able to help that poor woman

That up to a month ago she had been serving|tables, panting like me

Trying to live with dignity

In those dying eyes, there was a humble|request for excuses

And a desperate plea of consolation|that gets lost in the emptiness

Just as her body will get lost very soon|in the magnitude of the mystery that surrounds us

Fuser, you still haven't asked me how was the|field test with the Chilean sisters

You know how i fear that you might become|the new sexual ambassador of Argentina

Are you the two lazy asses that travel|on that piece of crap

Her name is "La Poderosa"

It was. But now we could name it The Dead One, The Paraplegic

Oh yeah, why?

What do you mean why? Because Im|the mechanic, what else

If you sell it per pound, you might obtain something,|but that piece of crap arrived dead here, really

I'll be missing you Negra

I'll take these, let's go

What do we do? Should we go on?

Yes, we go on.|You only reach 30 once in a lifetime

You are really something|Ernesto Guevara de la Serna

- If we change the dollars...|- No, don't even think about it

We arrived at Valparaiso

"I love Valparaiso. How much you encompass|and how much you irradiate bride of the ocean"

"Even far away from your deaf halo..."

- Federico Garca Lorca|- No|- No, it's Neruda

Valparaso, Chile|March 7th, 1952|Km 3573

Thank you

- From Chichina!|- Chichina, and the money?

- Should i open it?|- Yes open it

I leave you alone love bird

How do i love you Celia de la Serna!

What's going on?

Fuser

- Che, are you ready?|- Me?|- Yes you

- Of course|- Let's go

Right away sir

Atacama Desert, Chile|March 11, 1952|Km 4960

You know what, my plan was a lot better

You are so f***ing proud, at least answer me

Do you want to go back?

Go ahead...|I'll get to the mine and then Ill tell you what it looks like

Are you suggesting that i won't make it to the mine?

If you can little doctor asthma, i can do it too

Moron

Oh, you want to win?

Stop! F***!

- Good evening, how are you?|- What's your name?

- Ernesto|- Nice to meet you

Yes, that's it, that's were we are from

We didn't have much, just a dry and difficult land

It belonged to his grandparents

It was ours, until a landlord arrived and kicked us out

- And that is what they call progress|- We had to leave our son with the family and travel to find job

- Trying to escape from the police that wanted to catch us|- Why?

Because we are communists

We are going to the mine. If we are lucky Ill find a job.

Apparently they are so dangerous that they|don't care what party you belong to

Are you looking for a job?

No, we are not.

No? And then why are you traveling?

Just because

Bless you, blessed be your travels

Take this

Thanks

- Some "mate"|- Thanks

Those eyes had a dark and tragic expression

They told us about some friends that had disappeared|under mysterious circumstances

And that apparently ended up in some|part on the bottom of the ocean

That was one of the coldest nights of my life

But meeting them made me feel closer to human kind.|Strange, so strange to me

You...you too|You, the next one

Move it, guys, move it

Chuquicamata Mine, Chile|March 15th, 1952|Km 5122

Move it, guys, move it

Get in the truck. The rest go to your homes.|Out

You two, what are doing here?

Nothing, we are looking

Looking at what, this is not a tourist attraction. Out

Can't you see that these people are thirsty.|Give them some water damn it.

I will call security so they will arrest you

Oh yeah. Why?

Invasion of property. This is the property of the|Anaconda Mining Company

Let's go.

Son of a b*tch

When we left the mine, we felt reality was changing

...or were we the ones changing

Going deeper and deeper into the mountain range|we found more natives

that don't even have a roof in what used to be their own land

Finally we entered Peru

Thanks to a truck driver half blind, Felix

I almost forgot...Today is Alberto's 30th birthday|but not in Venezuela, as he had envisioned

We were so tired, mom|that we couldn't even celebrate

Fuser

This is humanly impossible

Finally we arrived to the heart of America...

Cuzco

Cuzco, Peru|April 2, 1952|Km 6932

After entering the city, we met Don Nestor

A very wise man, mom|that ended up as our official guide

I was wondering Sir, which one of this walls is Inca?

This one should be the Inca wall, and that one is Spanish

We, as a joke, call this one the Inca wall|and that one the wall of the Incapables, those were|the Spanish

Cuzco was the capital of the Incas, but|when the Spanish came they destroyed everything,|and named Lima as the new capital

- Lima?|- Yes

- This is The Plaza?|- Yes

She says that she has never been to a school because|she has always been near the cattle, that's why she doesn't|know how to speak Castilian only Quechua

I think that before, there was enough money for everything,|but now there's little money and there are no jobs

That is affecting us more and more

Since i was little i have worked with crafts|and that's how i keep on level...regular

With both hands, with both hands

With both hands, Nestor

Good evening

Good evening

When i was working, the owner came|and he threw me out of the land

Once i was producing all the products|he threw me out

He threw you out? How? Did he call the police?

Yes, he brought the police.|He is a powerful man, he has a lot of money

- He wanted me to leave the land|- Yes, once it was producing

Yes, it was producing wheat, corn, potatoes, beans...|and i was meant to keep a part of it

But i won't stay behind, i have to keep moving forward.|Working, looking for money to educate my children

- How many kids do you have?|- I have five kids

- Have you joined with other farmers of the area?|- Yes, in the community we are organized, we help each other

We help each other, together

Machu Picchu, Peru|April 5th, 1952|Km 7014

Let's see how you behave Fuser, eh?|That's it, that's it

For posterity

The Incas had a high knowledge of astronomy, medicine,|math, among others

But the Spanish invaders had powder

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