Yvy Maraey Page #5

If you're only fit

to be a gringa's plaything...

...you're no good to us.

I took the gringa to bed...

...and suddenly

she started moaning.

So I thought,

see how we Guarani make love?

- Bring me the spanner.

- And I need more branches.

Later I was in Santa Cruz

on some errands...

Later I was in Santa Cruz

on some errands...

...and went to

"one of those cinemas"...

...and I realized all karai women

moan like that.

Is it just theater?

Do you groan like that, Kande?

No, we don't pretend,

like your gringa.

I suppose not.

When you make love to us...

...on top of us, you keep quiet...

...but the karai ask us:

"Sweetheart, how is it for you?"

"I love you, darling"

they tell us.

You'll never be like the karai.

Look, your train!

Ah, my train!

Go!

Go! go!

Not there!

Go! Go!

No, I told you!

Not again!

Kande won't get to her meeting.

The front is in deeper than

the back, now we'll get her out.

You should drive.

Yeah, put in some stones

to help her out.

Me here and you over there.

I'll bring branches.

Hurry up, Kande.

Why aren't you working?

Well you're the Leader, show it!

If I'd known, I wouldn't have come.

Look what your driver's

doing nothing!

Is it ready?

Somewhere those

invisible men exist...

...who still dare

to invent the world.

I'll have to search for that man...

This film had to be

something else...

...the story of a white man

who came to film...

...to preserve and exterminate...

...but if they themselves want

to die, why not let them?

I also came here to die.

We die to live.

We die to shine.

We die to be many.

We die to awaken

in the other's dream...

...over and over again.

If it were so...

...why not let the word

lose its breath?

Is dying really the same

as being dead?

Those beings taught me

to see with my ears.

...see with my ears.

Is it the story theirs,

or mine told through them?

What did they tell you?

The doctors say

he has appendicitis.

Appendicitis?

I don't think it's that.

Everything damages the karai.

We should take him to Pitakara.

You go and meet with the Inuit.

See if there's something for me too.

I'll look after him.

What can we do uncle?

Never mind the 'uncle'.

We're dying because the earth's

grown tired of being burned...

...by the sun.

The trees are weary

of becoming firewood.

The entire world

is sick of vile man.

That's why it begs the gods

to let it die.

Death arrives because

it's our nature.

We die because the gods also die.

We die to live.

We die to fly.

We die to live,

we die to shine.

Uncle!

How are you, uncle?

Uncle!

I have a very serious problem.

So you've just remembered me?

You are the bird

that flies by night...

...curing with your beak

of cold steel.

Take him to the health centre.

When you succeed with a curse,

it means you've become a witch.

You're a witch too, Yari, damn you!

You'll see.

Get me out of here!

This is mad!

This is mad!

Imbecile!

It's appendicitis!

Instead of witchdoctors...

...let's find some petrol.

For your information,

I didn't know I was a witch, either.

This is a farce,

I don't believe in these things.

Seriously.

It's ridiculous.

What have I got?

You've come to leave something...

...if death reaches you,

let it take you, don't resist.

If you want to help me,

let's get out of this farce.

Let yourself be cured,

don't be such a karai.

I don't ask you not

to be Indian.

So let me believe

in western medicine.

I'm going.

You're far from your world.

Do it for your friend.

Don't be selfish.

He's all yours.

We die to live.

we die to fly.

We die to live,

we die to shine.

All we see up there,

in the sky...

...reflects what we see

here on earth.

It's like a great text

that can be read.

And what is that?

It's the path of the Great Ostrich,

the Milky Way in karai language.

One night, while our fathers

were listening...

...to the stories of the elders...

...the children took to dancing,

singing like this:

Suddenly the Ostrich came down

and took them up to the sky.

The children

are those stars up there.

We indigenous peoples

are disappearing,

What does your text

say about us?

One day the earth will turn over.

And a time of calamity

will follow the great darkness.

Only my word and my song...

...serve to stop the end

of the world.

But now, who knows my songs?

Who can we put our faith in?

I feel very sad.

I tell you, nephew.

Change his name. The illness

will stay with the old name...

...and won't come back again.

- Go and wash your hands.

- Thanks uncle.

- I already changed his name.

- What name did you give him?

- Black Dog.

- Black Dog?

Now you'll have to hunt

for your own food.

That's why you came. To see what

the Indians were like before.

And you know?

Black Dog?

- Now he is your "Sein".

- My "Sein"?

Your "other you".

It means "your friend" in Guarani.

I thought we were already friends.

No, only now.

Oh, good.

Can I tell him the truth

about himself?

Not yet.

Let's go and eat, Chief.

Let's go, brothers.

This animal's shell

cures consumption.

Its fat cures asthma

and its meat is very tasty.

Well, it's been a beautiful journey.

The best is yet to come. I want

to see if this savage is real...

...or one of these Indian

endangered species.

Endangered, no question.

So what do you think,

do the "Toto Bigosode" still exist?

Do they exist?

Cheers everybody!

So why did you come

to work around here?

JOVG.

- Green?

- Yes, green and blue.

When I found they're

the same word in Guarani.

Only because of that?

Also because "Ara" means both

time and space.

- Ask him where he learned Guarani.

- Where did you learn?

In Tokyo.

Well, really I first got interested

in Guarani culture...

...in Gothenburg, Sweden...

...at the museum which houses

Erland Nordenskild's work.

KAA IYA NATIONAL PARK

BANADOS DEL IZOZOG

So, my dear "Yaimba"...

...here we separate.

Listen!

To justify your new name...

...walk through the forest alone.

- No problem.

- That's the way...

..."Black Dog"

You lads, whatever animal you hunt,

that'll be your new name.

- I've already got a name.

- Take the bag.

But it's better like that,

you'll have dual nationality.

"Ayoreo Guarani".

That's too much for you!

Let's see, help me with this.

This is for you Tengua.

And this is for the Dog.

Just as I found

my way through your city...

...now it's your turn

to find your way in my jungle.

It's like a Chaco War rifle!

Not 'like it' that's what it is!

Give me that.

Look, observe...

You put in the bullet here...

And "Boom"!

Just like in the movies.

- What time do we meet up?

- In the morning.

That's the tradition.

Surely you learned that in the army?

- We Ayoreos don't believe in that.

- Ayoreo, had to be.

And you?

Did you do your military service?

- What?

- No, I bought my way out.

Sh*t, you're so stubborn,

Black Dog.

We don't need guns either.

Then at least keep some matches...

...to protect you from the tigers.

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