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...and we are warriors.

We fought the Spaniards...

...the Incas...

...the Republic at Kuruyuki...

...in the Chaco War,

and we are still fighting today.

Make your film about that,

this noble warrior people.

I think these noble warriors

should get medical treatment.

You'll never perceive what's in me.

I chose to live like this;

it's my decision.

People love me like this,

with all my defects and illnesses.

They say:

"Here comes Yari' Timbuku".

Understand?

Since we're being nosy...

What've you lost round here?

What are you looking for?

- You really want to know?

- In a nutshell.

I want to go home.

Really?

Why?

I don't know. I want to do

something else.

I don't want this any more.

I thought your karai ambition

was to make a big film.

I saw myself on the red carpet

wearing a new suit.

Sorry to disappoint you, but

I've no idea what the film's about.

The universe is full of secrets.

'Tiny things, waiting for

someone gifted to read them.

Corny stuff. The film world

is full of those things.

But you're a very famous filmmaker,

...successful;

you've got a profession.

I want to die,

to be someone else.

Is that so?

Really?

I'll help you.

I'll hold you to that.

I don't think I'll make

a film about you people now.

OK, you're the Indian now,

so make a film about yourself.

Good idea.

After all, what does it mean

to be an Indian?

To be native, to have origins.

Don't you have any?

No, no I don't.

Look for them in your family.

I have no family.

I mean...

...it's not that I'm an orphan.

I chose to live like this.

It's my decision.

- What about some music, Chief?

- Why not?

- What do you want to heal'?

- Surprise me with something.

It'll be music for queers.

Can't you see he has no woman?

Ah sh*t!

That?

Have you been listening

to this all the way?

He says it's good.

Seriously?

Do you like it?

Chief Guayari, I salute you.

Thank you, brothers and sisters...

...for welcoming me again.

I am traveling

with a friend from La Paz.

He makes films.

But he can tell you...

...what he's searching for.

Just speak... I'll interpret.

No one here speaks Spanish.

Honored Chiefs...

...brothers...

...and sisters.

Thank you for allowing me

to be with you.

My name is Andrs Caballero,

and I am from La Paz...

...where the houses are

piled on top of each other...

...and the sun barely shines...

...in little squares

through the windows.

I make films.

I'm grateful to be here with you.

I did not bring my wife.

But I am traveling with Yari...

...who did not bring

his wife either.

I give thanks to Chief Guayari...

...for opening his house to me.

Thank you.

We welcome our brother...

...and his friend, as visitors.

I thank God

for having them here.

They can enjoy our carnival.

We can show them our joy...

...and sit together...

...to gladden our hearts.

Many thanks.

Welcome.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thank you!

What a nice fiesta.

I haven't seen Huaypa.

- Have you seen him?

- Why don't you find him yourself?

Now you're the Little Guarani,

speaking my language.

At one point in history,

from that moment onward...

...when the great darkness comes...

...and the primordial bats return

to reign over the gloom...

...the world will turn upside-down

and things will rebel.

The donkey you mistreated

will now rule over you.

I must teach this karai

to fight for me...

...or he will turn against me.

Not because he is bad...

...but because

I didn't know how to use him.

This is our thinking,

our philosophy.

To be responsible for

what occurs in the universe.

Why is your hair long?

Everyone wears it short, or tied up.

My hair is unimportant.

I am different.

Nandi told the youth to be careful.

"Don't cut your hair, that's

where intelligence comes from".

In 20 years there'll be no Guarani,

we'll mix with Aymaras, Quechuas...

...and whites all talking like

those parrots in red ponchos.

When they want

to hear our stories again...

...the elders

won't be there to tell them.

The karai will be their narrator.

Now you're the bitter one.

You didn't care that I looked a fool

in front of my people.

And you didn't care about me looking

a fool this whole trip.

But you are a fool,

above all with my people...

...but I never would've made

a fool of you with your people.

I just wanted to surprise you.

Don't get upset.

So now you say you did it for me.

You did it to show off!

Where did you learn Guarani?

You really want to know?

Now I don't believe

anything you say.

OK, you don't believe me

so I'll tell you a lie.

I learned Guarani in Sweden.

- Liar.

- You're the liar.

You told me

we'd see savage Indians...

...with bows and arrows,

and we haven't seen any yet.

You're disrespecting me.

What? You've been being

telling me my "truths"...

...and you want me to treat you

like a poor Indian?

When it suits you, right?

You're a sly fox.

And you're a dog, a black dog.

F*** off.

- Stop.

- You're crazy.

I want to greet my uncle.

It's been years since I've seen him.

In the car I'm still the boss.

Uncle!

How are you?

You go there...

...one more, very good.

Listen, we can't take

all these people.

Damn, not this again.

Thirty goats

and ten people in my car?

No car can take all that weight.

Remember, the revenge

of the objects?

Remember, the revenge

of the objects?

"The car you abuse

will take revenge on you."

We're not mistreating it.

They're not even all on!

Look how many more there are!

- I'll be dead straight with you...

- Yeah?

Come on! Don't be a pain please!

We'll take half of them.

Bon voyage, Andrs.

Hope you don't regret this.

To be in darkness

is to be with your origins.

That is why bats are

the true masters of the universe.

Listen to see.

Only then will you realize

the only lifesaver is your heart.

The word is the voice

of our inner being.

In becoming "word" when we speak,

we let ourselves...

...be expressed in the world,

just as we are within.

This is the ship's log of

my shipwreck, my ignorance...

It recounts my death, my descent

into the deepest darkness.

To know that I am nothing.

The word is what we are.

When its breath is extinguished,

we cease to be.

See with your ears.

If I cease to be, do I stop feeling?

Where did you leave

that poor karai, son?

We Guarani are not like that!

Is this our culture?

Aren't you ashamed?

You know what the karai are like.

Annoying that's why I left him.

The Chiefs have given you a task.

I got tired of putting up

with that karai.

You have to stay one step ahead,

manage the situation.

How convenient for you,

leaving the car so close to home!

Where could

that poor karai be now?

Nothing will happen to that idiot.

And what if something does happen?

Where will you get

the money to pay for it?

What would it cost

to treat a karai like him?

- Go and find him!

- That's enough, Mum.

Where could that black dog be?

What do you mean, where?

You'll find him if you ask around.

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