The Sea Inside Page #3

How come?

When I want to, I concentrate

and take a step to the sea...

Flying...

I imagine that the

sea means a lot to you...

Well, the sea gave me

life and then took it away...

I don't know if that means anything...

Give me some details about that day.

The day that your life changed, ok?

Whatever you say.

Ok, first...

...when did it happen?

August 23rd of '68

- You still lived with your parents?

- Yes. I was still a kid...

Were you alone at the beach that day?

No, I was with some

friends, town's folk...

But how is it that

someone so familiar...

with the sea didn't

calculate the receding...

I was distracted...

Distracted?

Yes, I was thinking about things...

And?

Ok. Leave it alone. It doesn't matter...

I can see you don't want

to talk about it either...

No. I'm just remembering...

When I realized I was in the

air, jumping on an almost empty pool...

- Were you left unconscious?

- No. I was just there... Face down...

Floating...

You know is true what they say

about those that are about to die...

...that all of a sudden you get to see

the most important moments of your life...

That happened to me...

And what did you see?

They say that those

that drown, after all...

...the air has been

expelled, die instantly...

A sweet death. I

should have died then...

- Do you still see all this people?

- Some I do, some I don't...

- Who is this girl?

- Some girl...

Well, she appears in many pictures...

She lived in the

town. Can I have a puff?

- Do you smoke?

- From time to time in case it kills me...

...but nothing...

She was my girlfriend...

Your girlfriend? And

what happened to her?

There was a time when she

used to go to the hospital.

One day she said something

foolish about getting married...

And I told her to get out of

there, try to resume her life...

...the best way she could and

that she should forget about me...

But, did you love her?

That was not the issue...

How come?

The issue was if I wanted

to love her in this condition...

Are you telling me you

refuse to love because...

Because I can't love...

Just like that...

So, what I have to tell

the judge is that, in your...

...opinion, tetraplegics have

no right to fall in love...

But who's talking about tetraplegics?

I'm talking about me, Ramon Sampedro...

There are other ways of making love...

Yes of course...

Has any girl kissed you

in the past 27 years?

Now you are going to show me how, no?

- The girl from Borio is here

- The girl from Borio?

- Christian, I told you to come here

- Rosa!

- Hi Ramon

- I told you to come here!

Leave him, it's ok. Are you good or bad?

- Bad.

- Then we will get along fine...

- I'm Julia

- I'm Rosa, nice to meet you...

I'm sorry to have interrupted you...

I'll go for a while

and leave you alone...

- How are you?

- Fine...

I hope you are not

here to give me some...

...of those reasons to

live you always bring...

No. No way. Well, I don't know...

I wanted to see you. And

wanted you to meet my sons...

That's better...

Christian, behave

yourself. We are not at home.

This is Samuel. Sami, say hello...

Hi, Sami.

Why are you in bed?

Because he can't move, I

already explained it to you...

Is it true you can't feel a thing?

What happens to you now? Are you hot?

Is just that with this

weather you never know.

We are on strike because

there's been a month...

...since they paid us. So

it's like Sunday for us...

I made the breakfast, we took

the bus and we came to see you...

- What happened?

- Nothing...

Samuel, why are you crying now?

Manuela...

What do you think about

all this? Tell me the truth...

What do I think about what?

That your brother in law wants to die...

Thats what he wants...

Ok, but...

...but you. What would you

want? What would you prefer?

What I prefer has no importance...

Ramon wants to die. Everything

is quite clear for me...

- Would you like to see a thing?

- A thing?

Yes, come...

- Christian, leave that alone

- Leave me alone!

I'm going to leave your

ass like a ripe tomato...

Almost all of them are poems...

I never threw anything away...

I couldn't do it. It takes a lot

of effort for him to write them...

And his handwriting... Look...

I never saw such a

beautiful handwriting...

- Ok. I'll be downstairs

- Manuela...

Is going to take me a

while to read all of this...

- Would you mind telling Ramon that...

- That you went to the beach...

- ... To take a walk

- Thanks...

Of course it is the first and

the last time I bring you here...

- But mom, that guy is faking it

- The last time!

Did she tell you

when would she be back?

Just to take a walk...

That way you can take a nap...

- You can't complain

- Why?

Not a minute passes by that

a woman comes into this house.

Are you building a harem?

Manuela, you know Im

only married to one...

Yes, with Death...

- Do you want anything else?

- No...

They told me you were

here. And I came flying...

Manuela...

Hi...

How was the walk?

I've been reading Ramon...

I've been reading all

that you have done.

You know what?

What you have written...

...is wonderful...

So... You are not only a

lawyer, but also a writer...

Ok. Make fun of me.

But I tell you that

this can be published...

Of course it can be published. Nowadays

you can publish almost anything...

I don't see a better way

to support your demand...

Is your voice...

Look Julia, this was more

clear at the beginning...

You came here with a

purpose, to help me...

Instead of that, you start questioning

everything. Looking for reasons...

You get inside my feelings...

Do you want me to leave?

What I want right now

is a cigarette, please...

Sure.

I'll go get them...

Julia, what happened?

Are you alright?

Manuela!

Is not about what happened,

but about what could happen.

Because... One day... is the legs...

But on another day...

...you can go blind...

And you can get better or not...

I had been lucky so far...

...but then comes the next stroke...

...and the next, and the next...

...and no one can tell you

when or how they are going to be...

No one can tell what is going to

be left of you if anything at all...

Your husband is very optimistic...

And what is it good for? If

there's not even medication for this...

What's the point of standing

up, working, getting your hopes...

...up if at the end comes the

next stroke and you fall again...

...and you feel again like sh*t...

Is ridiculous...

I called you because I

want to become a member of DMD

I had thought about it 2

years ago when I was diagnosed...

...but I backed out

at the last moment...

But not after this...

...not after this.

I can't take it anymore.

This isn't life...

Does your husband know?

- I don't know if I want to tell him

- You should...

Fear is a very powerful weapon.

Fear doesn't give you

freedom to decide...

What you are telling me right

now is a product of that fear...

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