The Motorcycle Diaries Page #7

Make three wishes Fuser

Friends, one moment please...

I believe this is a great opportunity to let Ernesto|and Alberto know, how grateful we are

Not just for having gotten here, but also for their|commitment and enthusiasm to the patients of San Pablo|during the three weeks you have spent here

For that reason, we have prepared|a little surprise

Tomorrow you will receive a raft to|continue your journey

and we will name it,|suggested by this night, The "Mambo Tango"

Thanks a lot

Speech! Speech!

Well...I feel obligated to thank this toast with something|more than a conventional gesture

But given the poor conditions in which we travel...|the only affectionate resource that we have is the word

And is by using it, that i want to thank you all,|all the staff of the colony

Thanks

You, that give us this magnificent display of affection|by celebrating my birthday as you would celebrate one of yourselves

And since we will leave Peru tomorrow, this|words also serve as a goodbye

in which i want to put all my effort to give|a recognition to the people of this country

that uninterruptedly have overwhelmed us with|nice gestures since we arrived

And i would like to highlight something more,|a little off topic of this toast

But don't worry, i won't dance

Although our meager personalities prevent us|from being spokesmen of your cause

We believe, even more after this journey, that the|separation of America in false and uncertain nationalities

is completely fictitious

We are a single mixed race, from Mexico|to the Strait of Magellan

So, trying to free myself from any|nationality load

I raise a toast for Peru and for America united

Cheers

What's up with you?

Do you know where the boat is?

No, i don't see it

I'm going to celebrate my birthday on the other side

Yes, of course, tomorrow when we find the boat|you will celebrate your birthday on the other side

- No, now|- No you won't

- My birthday is today not tomorrow|- I know Fuser but...are you crazy

You can't cross the river at night with all|those animals that can eat you raw

Mial, how many times in this journey did we thought|it was the end and look, here we are

- This time is different Fuser|-Why?

Because this time i won't be around to help you.|There's no way Im getting in the river

You will always be with me Mial, come

Hey, come here you bastard mother f***er, come back here.|Think of me, your mom is going to kill me

Fuser, come back here.|Ernesto! Listen!

Son of a b*tch

Ernesto come back!|Son of a b*tch

Come back here!

- What's going on?|- This crazy mother f***er wants to swim across the river

- What?|- Please tell me that someone has cross this river

No, no one in all the years Ive been here

Ernesto, come back damn it!

- Hey kid, listen to your friend!|- No he won't listen

- Come here kid!|- Come back Ernesto

- What's going on?|- Something is moving

The current is getting stronger

- What's going on?|- That moron that is swimming across the river. Come back, Ernesto

- Is that Ernesto?|- He is swimming this way

There he is

- He's tired|- You can do it Ernesto!

There he is

Come one. Come on. Come on.|Ernesto!!

He made it?!|Son of a b*tch, he made it!

He made it! He made it!

I always knew he would make it

Son of a b*tch

I'm going to miss you. Take care, ok?

- Papa Carlito is very sad|- Take care

- Good luck|- We will miss you

Thanks for everything

- Take care, ok|- You too

Take care kids

- Good bye Mauro|- We will always remember you

Near Leticia, Colombia|June 22nd, 1952|Km 10240

Caracas, Venezuela|July 26th, 1952|Km 12425

You know, i had memorized a speech filled with|anecdotes, and i can't remember a f***ing thing

- That happens|- Yeah

You still have the chance to come and|work with me in Cabo Blanco, eh?

You can graduate and Ill wait for you

I don't know

I don't know

Look Mial, all this time we spent on the route, something happened

something that i have to think about long and hard

So much injustice, eh?

Come on, the plane is leaving!

Wait, wait. This could be useful

You kept it

Is yours

I'm off now

I'll write you, ok?

Fuser...

I have to tell you something important.

My birthday is not on April 2nd, it is on August 8th.|I told you only to motivate you

- I knew|- You knew? Son of a b*tch

See you!

See you friend!

This is not the tale of impressive deeds

Is a piece of two lives taken in a moment|when they were cruising together along a given path

With identity of aspirations and a conjunction of dreams

Was our vision too narrow, too partial, too rushed?

Were our conclusions too rigid?

Maybe...

...but that aimless roaming through our enormous America|has changed me more than i thought

I..

...am not myself anymore

At least, Im not the same inside

Eight years passed before the two of|them would meet again

In 1960, Granado accepted an invitation to move|to Cuba to work as a researcher.

The invitation came from his old friend Fuser,|that at the time was known as Commander Che Guevara,|one of the few influential and charismatic|leaders of the Cuban Revolution.

Ernesto Che Guevara fought for his ideals in Congo|and Bolivia, where he was captured by the Regulation Army and,|with the consent of the CIA, was assassinated in October of 1967

Alberto Granado, always faithful to his friend Fuser,|remained in Cuba, where he founded the "School of|Medicine of Santiago". Today he lives in Havana|with his wife Delia, his three sons and grandsons.

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