Yvy Maraey

What colour do you see things?

Same colour as you.

The same colour as you.

How do you know

what colour that is?

There is an invisible world...

...shrouded in half-light.

In this solitude,

what's left for me?

Where does evanescent

thought lead me?

Can I live an instant longer

if I capture words?

Is the act of thinking

also a feeling?

Or is it all just words?

YVY MARAEY:

LAND WITHOUT EVIL

Once I invented

a character for myself...

...and he needed another one

to tell him "I'm not you"...

...we live in a world

we've created...

...peopled by other characters

who've invented us.

There's nothing to know

in this world, as it's all invented.

100 years ago a white man came

to discover the Indian.

To make films and take photos.

Not to invent him, but to know him.

Because to invent you must know.

Now the Indian studies his work...

...so as to learn about himself.

Somewhere those

invisible men exist...

...who still dare

to invent the world.

I'll have to search for that man,

whom I must first invent.

I'll have to search for him.

It's not true that dying

would be bad.

Cinema is a weapon.

Cinema is destructive.

Cinema is a weapon.

So, congressman,

what do you think?

Interesting, very interesting.

Erlan Norndenskild.

I got a copy in a Stockholm museum.

In the beginning there

was only darkness.

In this deep darkness Nee Iya,

the master of the word, was born.

And with the word comes the light.

That is why the word is luminous.

The source and foundation

of all things.

The shapes of things

delineate time.

Time decides

the shapes things will take...

...when they are born...

...or when they die.

The time of calamity is near.

You can see it in dogs' faces.

When that time comes,

the way things are...

...there will be nobody

and nothing to stop it.

Why do you want to do this?

I want to know Kandire.

Does it exist?

- Yes, yes, it exists.

- Well then?

What's in it for us?

Have you got finance?

This karai (white)

is looking for a sen'...

...to go and make a film

in the Chaco.

- Like in Hollywood?

- Exactly!

- And what's his film about?

- Seems even he doesn't know.

He wants to know

the Land Without Evil.

Do you remember?

A long time ago...

...a karai came to photograph

our grandfathers?

He must be

another one of them.

He came 100 years ago

from Europe...

...when our grandfathers

still ran around in loincloths.

What was his name? Erlan...

- Nor...

- Nordenskild.

Him, him.

- So our man's after savages?

- Yeah, yeah.

What a beautiful house!

- Do you like it?

- I love it! How many rooms?

Three bedrooms.

No, I mean rooms.

Ten, twelve... around sixteen.

Sixteen rooms?

Hear that? This is a real karai.

Ask how many women he's got.

So, what do you say Yari'?

I don't know.

What he's looking

for no longer exists.

Just take him. He's rich.

We can use his money

for our people.

...and I'd like to earn

some cash, too.

We, Guarani, hunt

for strange objects...

...that's why

we seek out the Karai.

I look strange to you?

Beyond strange.

Maybe it's the start

of something good.

It depends on

my congressman here.

What do you say, Chief?

Some coca leaves?

I told you I don't do coca.

You know, we Indians

like coca, brother.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Do you mind?

Just add enough bicarbonate

to make your mouth a laboratory.

Careful... if you ask later,

you won't get any.

Don't worry, I won't.

Good morning.

Ma'am.

Hi, doggy-

Know why dogs have black noses?

Is there any breakfast?

Once upon a time there was

a famine in the village.

So a man said to his dog:

"Go and see Tumpa, our creator,

and ask him what to do."

The dog goes

to Tumpa and says:

"We're starving,

and I'm too hungry to hunt".

Tumpa says:

"Don't worry. I'll feed you...

But your master has to eat more...

...so your portion

will be smaller...

"To hell with that!"

says the dog...

...and goes back

to tell his master:

"God says he'll feed us,

but I have to eat more...

...since it's me

who chases the prey".

After a while, God returns...

...to find a skinny man

and a fat dog...

"What's happened?"

God asks.

And the angry man says: "You told

the dog to eat more than me!"

"What?" God gets annoyed...

...and burns the dog's nose

with a hot coal.

Know what my dad told me?

"Inside you there are two dogs.

You feed the black dog more,

and it'll eat the white one...

...that'll be the end of you!"

That's true.

Did you know God

created dogs to give love?

Not the one in your story;

he was a cunning mutt.

Better cunning than starving...

...because then we'd be wretched...

...and calamity would strike.

Stop!

Stop, stop!

Stop!

What now?

- Just let me, I'll...

- Good morning, Guv'nor.

- Good morning.

- We don't know each other.

I don't understand

your damn language.

I just know your culture

is sh*t roadblock after roadblock!

You just block anything that moves.

Let's see your papers?

- I don't understand your language.

- Do you speak Spanish?

Yes, brother. I'm Guarani.

How are you?

We're in power,

so just go through, brothers.

Fine. We've a 36 hour trip

ahead of us.

Excuse us, thanks a lot.

We, Guarani,

have two words for "we":

"Nande" is "we" including you,

...and "ore" is also "we",

but excludes you.

The highland comrade was just

saying that we're in power...

Well, and...?

The State was created

by the white man...

...to have power over the State,

we'd have to make it disappear.

So neither "nande" nor "ore".

Once an ostrich

had a race with a tick.

Before the count reached tree...

...the tick jumped

on the ostrich's beak.

The ostrich ran and ran,

trying to catch up...

...but the tick just stood

between its eyes.

In the end, the tick just

hopped over the line and won.

What's the moral?

If you're a poor wretch,

why belong to the State?

You can hop on and off

whenever you like. So you win.

Although there's an Indian

like me sitting in the Palace...

...we're ticks, and we'll always be.

What more could you ask for?

It's just like me. What am I?

You aren't anybody,

but you act as if you were...

...right boss?

Well, I like being the boss,

but I'm not your boss.

Be my boss, if you like boss,

as long as you're behind the wheel.

Fine, let's play.

Inside the car, I'm the boss,

and outside it, you are.

- Agreed?

- Great.

- Deal.

- Deal.

I already told you I don't do that.

It's good you don't chew coca,

brother.

I see those poor karai

playing the Indian...

...ponchos, rubber sandals,

chewing coca...

...those whites don't interest us.

We like karats like you, with a huge

house and a big SUV like this.

No, I don't want to be Indian.

Yes, for you it wouldn't be easy.

When I go out

they call me "Mister".

Even you thought

I was a foreigner, right?

I don't care if you're native

or foreign...

...to us, if you're karai,

you're karai, that's all.

In Bolivia we whites

are the Indians now.

Yes, the world's definitely

turned upside-down.

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