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Hi, Mom.

I decided to write,
even though I didn't want to.

Everything around me
seems pointless.

Nothing interests me.

During the last month I was using
heroin and cocaine 24h a day.

I had everything in my
backpack, at all times.

Syringes, a spoon and so on...

Everything you need to shoot up.

I wasn't thinking at all.
Heroin was the only thing.

During the nights, I stole.

Sometimes during the day too.

I got caught during a crazy heist.

Heroin destroys your brain cells.

I made a mistake again.

My will to live is gone.

No, no, no!
- You have to line up.

Guys, have you seen this man
anywhere... He's a foreigner.

Affirmative, he comes by here...
from time to time.

It's one of the largest drug dens.

We have to go to
the place you wanted

during the week, at night...

Because in the area you
you told me he was,

they leave to get money during the day,
and come back at night.

There is nothing we can do.
There is no one to contact.

He chose his own path.
If a person escapes to another country...

He didn't escape!

I don't know what else to do.
So, it's impossible to get any help?

If he doesn't want any help
how can you help him?

What if he's dead?
Maybe something happened to him?

Maybe he needs help?

He's always been in contact.

Six months ago, he called me
at least every ten days.

I haven't heard from him in six months.
Something could have happened!

Of course it could have.

Then you have to file a report
with the local police in Colombia.

How? If I don't speak the language
and don't know how to contact them?

The closest Honorary
Consulate is in Brazil...

What language can I...

We don't pay the Honorary Consuls.

He will do everything he can
to make sure you don't find him.

Don't worry about that.

I worry because I can't
keep living like this.

I can't go on without knowing
the location of one Estonian citizen.

To you he is nobody.
To me, he's my son.

There was a file named
Hille and Lauri here.

This is Eeva. It's mine.
Mother, it's mine!

Mom, I checked it yesterday.
There is nothing of Lauri's in there.

And yours?

My birth certificate?

I have to remember where I put it.
I think I have it scanned.

This is your letter to him.

No, that's Lauri's.
Put it here.

The time in Venezuela
was the worst.

He got three years there.

I told him it was too risky.

People die swallowing those capsules.

He had to take it to Spain, where
the exchange was to happen.

He was captured at the airport,
just before heading back to Europe.

When he returned from Venezuela,
he destroyed everything at home.

He said he wasn't
going back to prison.

That he had no prospects in Estonia
and wanted to live abroad.

I asked him where
he wanted to go.

To Colombia, he said.

I guess he saw that I would
take care of all his problems.

I was able to keep him out of
prison until he turned 20.

But for what?

So I bought him the plane tickets.

Through Madrid and Caracas.

But he was blacklisted in Venezuela.

The final destination was Bogotá,

but he jumped off the plane
during a stopover in Cali.

He was so unpredictable.
So he stayed in Cali.

The only information we have is that
mom used to send money via Western Union.

As my brother had no documents, the
money was collected by local contacts.

We can't access regular transactions.

The police can only help if
he's gone missing recently.

And if we knew exactly where.

Can you imagine an Estonian pensioner
going to Colombia to file a police report?

She said they can't help
because we don't know the address.

I didn't think he would go
there and disappear.

I thought he would come back.

Maybe he has fake
documents by now?

They might find a complete
stranger with his documents...

That's completely possible.

We haven't considered that because
Lauri's passport is gone for a long time.

Maybe something is happening
under his passport.

But I'm telling you, that considering that
Estonia is a developed country,

somewhat,

you see how uncoordinated all these
different government organisations are.

In Colombia, I wouldn't be positive at all.

I'm sure that most of the time we
are sent to this office,

to this office, this office...
They don't know anything.

And the information is very slowly...

passed.

So we have to have patience the most.

Patience.

He usually called once a week.

He didn't ask for money every time. We
talked about the weather, what he was up to.

That he was in rehab, had a job
and was feeling better.

He talked about a man called Matias, the
only person who didn't take advantage of him.

Then, one day, he said he was bored
and wanted to go to Bogotá.

And then the requests for money began.

There was a group of people
who called often.

At 2 AM, the phone rang with
a +68 area code.

A man introduced himself, asked for money, said
Lauri is in the hospital and needs money for rehab.

He asked for 2000 euros. I told him
I won't send it unless I talk to Lauri.

I called that man back to talk to Lauri,
but he always said: "Tomorrow".

I don't know what is going to happen now.
So much depends on Eeva.

This is my favourite one.
I look so proud.

Proud of your big brother?

Maybe I was just happy because
he was leaving the house.

You started swimming quite early.

I learned quickly because Lauri
kept trying to drown me.

You mastered diving before swimming.

In this one, I'm
following him willingly.

All I remember is you worked
during the week, and on Fridays.

Lauri and I took the chairs to the road
and waited there until you came.

Sometimes we waited
for the whole day...

I remember that too.
It was every Friday.

And sometimes I came so late you
had vanished from the chairs already.

What a nice picture...
My God...

So happy, both of you...

Look how nicely we
still got along here.

That's why it's so nice.

I think we were, a lot of times,
we were very alone.

I was alone and he was alone
or we were together alone.

So we were kind of lone wolves.

He was very often missing,
sometimes whole nights.

He would sometimes be gone for days.

This was his kind of a hiding place.

That nobody was taking him anywhere or forcing
him to do things he did not like to do.

That was the place to hide.

So the police and mom and everybody
would come here and they would

show me to go in... and I would
crawl around and

kinda call his name and I would look
and there was all these old mattresses

and blankets and all these...
things people have left behind.

It's bizarre because it's kind of you think as
a child that it shouldn't be a child's problem

but somehow you also are the
closest, at that time probably

I was the closest because we
spent so much time together.

That somehow, even the grown-ups would rely
on you to do something that... you know.

Have you seen the passports?
- It's here.

My name is Carlos Lesmes,
I'm calling on behalf of Eeva Kaun.

Lauri Poola's sister.
A young Estonian who was there...

Yes, did I speak with you recently?

Ah, yes... Matias?

Yes, yes... This is Matias speaking.
Ok, this is your foundation...

Ok, this is your foundation...

So we saw Lauri's picture online
and we're gathering information.

What is your name again?
- Carlos Lesmes.

Right, Carlos... Yes, that's the picture...
from when he was here.

I told you that I put it up. But the
family, well, I never heard from them.

No, the same... that the photo is from
the time Lauri was in the foundation

and whenever we are there,
he is willing to talk to us and...

Okay, perfect.
- Collaborate and so on.

But like... exactly, like there's no new information
He doesn't knew... doesn't know anything.

Yeah, well, obviously,
because he left Cali.

Anything new so he is also just
like, whatever...

We probably know more than he does.

I'm looking for my brother.

His name is Lauri.
Have you seen him?

Don William, have you seen this man?

Yes, I'm looking for my brother.
No? You haven't seen him?

Hello, Omar, how are you?

Hello, Carlos, how's it going?

Fine, thanks.

Oh, okay.

Carlos, pay attention,
the idea is to spread the word

among the street people
that the family is looking for him.

"Hey, some people are looking for
a foreigner." Do you understand me?

It's touchy... "and you should know
we're looking for him

to get him into recovery...
and, if possible, to take him home."

Look, he's her brother.

Don't give out too many.
Leave them with these people.

The idea is to get into...
the place where the dealers are.

And tell the dealer,
"Bro, they're looking for this guy."

When you're doing drugs, the fact that you
can lose everything... you just don't care.

Because you're enjoying something you like.

Drugs are delicious. They're bad, harmful,
the worst there is, but they're really nice.

So why are you trying to
get them off the streets?

No, no... That's why we only talk
to those who are interested.

They're looking for the ones who want...

There are people who say,
"No more! I’ve had it!"

"I'm tired, I'm fed up with
living on the street, doing drugs...

I need a safe place."
That's where we come in.

But if the person doesn't want to,
they'll never get out of there.

So we have to be careful.

The idea is to make sure
we are safe.

Take out a gun and bang, bang!

"No, I just wanted a box of food."

Supposedly this guy knows him.
- I know who he is.

I saw him about five times.
They called him "El Ñato".

Big nose... and big ears... red...

I used to live in that drainage ditch.

I remember wondering
maybe... eight months ago?

We wondered about him and said,
"That guy never came back here."

Somebody else said: "He was here..."
So it's true that I've seen him.

Foreigners have asked for
cocaine or 'blow'...

And it turned out to be crack cocaine.
And the crack got them addicted.

The effect that crack has...
It's like an orgasm.

But once you ejaculate...
then it's over.

So you have to do more to
to try to ejaculate.

Nights go by and days go by...

Why do you do it? Because the first crack
you smoked made you orgasm.

If you find him, we'll give you a reward.
Because the family is looking for him.

There's a reward.
We're talking 50, 100 thousand pesos.

Come by tomorrow and if
I hear anything... What's his name?

Check down there...
In that ditch where he hangs out.

That's where they are.

Ñato? Ñato?
How do you say nickname?

Is anybody alive?
Lauri?

Lauri?

Who's eating? Who wants to eat?

Okay, we're bringing more down!

No, no... The thing is, Pastor...

If three or four of us go down,
they can get aggressive and rude.

Duvan just came up and said that
things are tense down there.

So only two went down
with two of our colleagues.

Is he there? What happened?

I need some meals to take down.
- How many?

About five or six.

Brother, you know what?
This is wonderful.

But, look, I'm trapped.

Come on out. Can we get you out?

We'll give you a hand
and get you out.

Do you know why I won't come out?
Pastor, with all due respect...

I don't mean to offend you
or anything...

It's just that the devil is like that.
He gets you into trouble.

But I want to say just one thing:
Thank you.

What ID does he use here
in Colombia? ID?

He didn't have any papers.
They were stolen in Cali.

He didn't have any papers.
- What ID?

No, no... Passport gone.

He's undocumented.

He's undocumented.
That's also the problem.

There's no record of him.

You know what? Seven people go missing
here in Colombia every day.

We do not know if it's aliens...

We have no idea. The Attorney General doesn't
know... The CTI has no idea, the police don't know.

The thing about street people is...

We are quite high on a hill,
with a great view of the city.

It's a chaotic, enormous city.

I can't imagine Lauri here,
in this environment.

So, you can't say anything now?

It's still too early.

The city looks so big from here,
I can't imagine...

The idea that I would accidentally bump
into him on the streets is very unlikely.

This is not Tallinn.

That is clear.

Anyone who says he knows
Bogotá is a liar.

There are parts of this city
where you feel like a gringo.

Do you like Bogotá?

Do I like it? No, I don't.

You have to work every day here.

Like the snake charmer says:
"Whether you take a shit or not,

the laxative still costs
you 2,000 pesos."

Whether you have work or not,
you have to pay your bills.

Straight?

You'll have a coffee, right?

Nobody has offered me a coffee
since I came to this house...

Not since I arrived here.
I haven't even gotten a coffee.

I saw him yesterday.

And about a month ago.
Near Eduardo Santos.

They've seen him around there.
- In Eduardo Santos.

And about a month ago.
I was with the guy and he said,

"I'm not from Colombia.
I’m a foreigner."

He said, "Just look at my nose."

But the guy is...
He's living on the street now.

He hangs out up and down
South 24th Street.

Around Quiroga, Olaya...

No, before that.

Before Olaya? - In Restrepo.
Restrepo? - Yes.

We looked for him there a while ago.
- Really?

We went down into the ditches.
- Yes, I saw him down there.

Yeah, the guy hangs out there.

But do you know where
he hangs out at night?

Before you get to Restrepo,
along 24th Street, there's a park...

The guy sits in that park
and does drugs.

Yeah, he knows a foreign guy,
from the area where we were.

I don't remember,
but it was a really weird name.

And what's his name?
- What's his name?

Lauri.
- Lauri?

And he talks like,
with a speech impediment...

Like with a lisp or something?

Or did he speak normally...
- No, normally.

He speaks normally.

Did he have teeth?
- But he has an accent, right?

And he has teeth?

I think so.
Yes, he has teeth.

Then maybe it's not him.
- If he has teeth...

Her brother is toothless.

Anyway, I couldn't tell you
if he has teeth or not

because we are surrounded by
so many street people.

When you're all messed up,

you're not looking at whether
some guy has teeth or not.

He was a drug addict.
He lived on the street, right?

At that time, when he was on the street,
did he want his family to find him?

I'm going to speak to you
as a former drug addict.

You always carry them
with you in your heart.

The thing is,
you have to realise

that you're living
in a very, very dark place.

But the first thing you have to feel
if you really want to change

is that you really
have to want it.

So let's say we do find my
brother, what should I do?

Do you know what they said to me?

They said, "You know what, Duvan?

You're a man now,
a grown-up, son.

You're a man!
Old enough to know better.

You made your decision!

So... get on with your life!"

Right? Get on with your life!

Did that help you?

Of course! And do you know why?
When they stopped supporting me,

I really felt... alone.

Alone.

And when you feel alone,
that's when... you realise

that you won't be
getting any money,

nothing, no more little bits...
The tap is turned off.

It's over.

That's when you get tired
and that's when you say...

"Hello? Help me!
Now I really need your help!"

When you help him financially
you're killing him. Little by little.

That's called 'co-dependency'.

The money he receives,

he won't use it to eat
or to bathe, but to smoke crack.

The best advice I can give you,
and you won't want to hear it...

Place your trust and
your hope in God.

It's hard, because you have
two addicts at home.

One is the drug addict, the other one is the
addict who keeps feeding the drug addict.

I'll give you an example:

Your brother is affecting you.

You, your emotions, your love...
your obsession... He affects you.

You see? It affects your mother.

He affects your surroundings.

Let's trust in God and that the information
that the boy gave us is useful.

You already did your part,
what you had to do.

You are doing what you have to.

If you go home without finding him,
go in peace. Why? You've done your part.

We did have an argument
over the phone with Lauri.

I said: Lauri, this
cannot last forever.

Then he said: "I would come
home, but where is my home?"

I said: "I won't send
you any more money,

because you will only
use it to buy drugs.

Nothing will change if
I don't change myself."

Then he said: "I won't
call you anymore".

I asked: "Is that
a threat or what?"

I told him: "Lauri, I know you
will call. You are that kind of person.

You can't manage on your own."

And then he asked: "Alright...
Is that your final word?"

"That you won't send
any money anymore?"

My sister sent the last money,
because I was working in Finland that day.

She sent him 300 EUR.

And that was the last
time I heard from him.

Yeah, when we first started I really
thought... that I just come here and I am gonna

go to morgue and identify a body,
but now, if I listen to Omar it is...

I am not so sure anymore.

I guess that he could be around.

Hi mommy!

Oh my God, I was so frightened,
I thought Lauri was calling.

Oh... I'm calling from Skype.

My heart almost stopped!

I'm sorry...

I haven't had a call from
such a number for a long time...

Sorry, I thought
you might think that.

But you're not on
Skype, so what can I do.

I was told that
Lauri had been found.

They showed me his picture,
but it clearly wasn't him.

The guy had a totally different face.

But to the locals, all
Europeans look similar.

You see? They can't
tell the difference.

Yeah, they can't distinguish
between white men.

But he has scars in his face.

Maybe he has a beard now...

Or the scars are so common here...

Maybe in Estonia people notice them

but here they don't pay
much attention to scars.

Have you heard anything about
Europeans who have been found dead?

It's not so easy to
access that information.

First, we have to file a
missing persons report with the police.

And then we get access to the
unidentified people found dead or killed.

They probably have
a database for that.

Ah, yes. Then you have to do that.

Ok, Mom, I'll keep you posted.
Good luck at the dentist tomorrow.

Alright. Let's remain hopeful.
- Of course.

Hugs to you.
- You too. Kisses!

There's no record of anyone
with that name and surname.

We collect information on
undocumented persons through an interview.

Please note that the person
who will help you

will ask for all that information.

So that during the interview
they can verify the information.

So, now, we'll do the interview.

As I explained,
it lasts about 45 minutes.

So this interview is also
the missing persons report?

Yes, that's true.

The interview is the report.
Here in Bogota, what we do is...

There's a system, which functions
inter-institutionally.

We report the disappearance of everyone,
from all over the country,

and also those who died
a violent death.

In other words, everything
that the Coroner's Office handles.

But, what about if they
die of a drug overdose?

A violent death is any death
due to non-natural causes.

Any unnatural death is
a violent death.

It could be an overdose,
a suicide... anything.

A traffic accident...
They're all violent deaths.

After we file the report,
we go on to...

photo verification of
unidentified corpses.

So, after we finish the report we'll

take a look at the photographs.
- Today?

It's part of the process.
- Oh, crap.

Remember, the pictures are
of fresh corpses, right?

The ones that can be shown.
The decomposed bodies won't be here.

I just watched dead bodies and trying to think if
the next page is going to be my brother or not.

But, it's part of the process
and we needed the report.

Most likely nothing happens,
even with this report.

Anyway they said we should come back
before we leave and take another look...

And I don't think the
police is going to find him.

They take the file, like Estonian Police,
they say "yes, we do our best".

They put it in their folder, they put it in their drawer
and that's it. They're not gonna go and look for him

on the streets. So this police thing it's
just a formality, it’s useless.

We all know that. That they are not
going to find Lauri.

Even if they... in their head they think
that they will, but they won't find him.

Because they don't have resources.

Seven people gets
missing in Bogota every day.

That's just one of
them. It’s just statistics.

How's it going, all good?
Do you want to go to the shelter?

Wanna go to the shelter right now?

To get some rest...
To take advantage of the shelter?

I'd also like to ask you a question, sorry.

Have you seen this guy
around here anywhere?

Okay, thanks.

How long ago... was it a long time ago?

Six months.

You'll find this guy
around Plaza España.

Plaza España? Okay.
So he looks familiar?

Yeah, sure, I've seen him.
- When did you see him last?

About how long ago was it?

I'd say two or three days ago.
- Two or three days?

Two or three days. Thank you.

We're looking for him.
Thank you very much, man.

I saw him in Las Lomas.
I'm from Las Lomas.

And where is Las Lomas?
- Up on the hill above Quiroga.

Above Quiroga, right?
- In the drug dens around Las Lomas.

They also called him "El Ñato" maybe...
- Gringo. I call him gringo.

Gringo is like a white person.

Yeah, like a gringo.

He's the father of my children.

I'm looking for him too.

He's not called Alan?

His name is Lauri.
- Should've said Lauri, bro.

El Ñato? Gringo?

More to the north...
- Towards 26th Street.

Towards the north.

Thanks a lot.
- Thanks, man.

It doesn't have any logic.

He's lived like this, probably all his
life, he's been to prison in Venezuela...

You know, he's been in
these countries before.

He's lived on the street, roughly. He's been
in prison maybe twenty times in his life.

So, why now? Why would he
cut that tie?

The idea that he lives like
normally on a street

being a drug addict and being an
alcoholic, and not being part, you know...

the resource that my mom has.
It makes no sense at all.

I'm sorry, I know that we all want to wish that
he was in rehab and he was having a job but...

It's not about the wish,
it's about the possibilities.

Yes... I cannot see that possibility.

Most likely he had an overdose and he forgot his
own name and phone number. That's what happened.

Or he is another person.

As I said, my will to live is gone.

I imagine it's not the nicest
thing to read, but this is how it is.

Unfortunately.

That's what my life has become.

I've let it happen,
especially recently.

People say: "All roads lead to Rome."

Mine barely gets to Warsaw.

If the court gives me a sentence
to be carried out in Estonia,

then it's 100% sure -
I will never come to Estonia again.

I'll try to finish this letter
on a more hopeful note.

Maybe I'll get out in a year.

Then there's still some hope.

I'll quit drugs.

I got ten days of
methadone, here in prison.

My body is clean.

At least some of my brain cells
have started to work again.

If I get out in a year,

then I'll constantly
tell myself - zero drugs.

And keep that promise.

There's no space to it. Not because they're bad
people, but because there's no space in their heads.

Ok, you have guests.

We are celebrating Lauri's
birthday together with Urve.

Congratulations, Mom.

We just had a bottle of champagne.
I probably drank more than Urve.

How do I look?

A bit tipsy, I would say.

I'm so pale that I don't look drunk.

I got sunburnt yesterday.
Can you see?

Lauri turned 39, didn't he? Right?

Yes.

Maybe he did something to himself?

Otherwise he'd still be asking
for money through the locals...

I can't even think...

But you still try to keep the hope and
optimism for her. For her sake.

I don't know. At least if we find out
some answer it will be easier for her.

If we go back without anything
that will be the hardest.

So we have to find out
something.

One way or the other we
have to get the answer.

Come on, we need to find this man.

If you help me find him,
I'll give you a good reward.

His family is looking for him.
Doing all they can.

If he is here, he is
living in the streets

and he is so soaked through with drugs
that he has lost all sense of reality.

He literally lives
in trash and shit.

Those are not nice
neighbourhoods, mother.

There is nothing comparable
in Tallinn or in Estonia.

Because there's thousands of them.

I've seen such shit in Estonia too.

No mom, you have not.

Just the amount of people sleeping on the
streets - we've never seen that in Estonia.

It's very hard for me
to walk on those streets.

They are all lying
under blankets...

You try to make eye contact
and communicate with them...

Most of them are completely high.

He told me: "Mom, it's not
your fault. This is just how I am.

Don't blame yourself."

He said he lost the will to live,
because nothing would change in Estonia.

"I don't dare walk around there,
beauty is just too important in Estonia."

"I'm afraid of my
acquaintances and friends."

I understood it was easier for
him to be far away from here.

Beauty is not so important there.

He asked me: "Mother, where
can I live? I've hit rock bottom."

I told him stories about people
who got out from the bottom.

They started their lives again.

The change has to come from you.

I can't make miracles happen
and buy you a better life.

You have to do it yourself.

Lack of money was never an issue.
I could build another house if I wanted to.

He blamed me for
building a house for Eeva.

"It's true. But Lauri, you
were the reason for doing it.

Your house, Lauri, has
run through your veins.

With all of your troubles
that I paid for.

I haven't built that house yet."

Hey guys, sorry that I...

I just got a call from one of the
guys from the... district

and they're saying they just...
they just saw Lauri.

They saw Lauri?
- Well, they think so.

So... maybe we should just go?

I want you to go and talk to him.

No, no, no... when you go
there... and if it's Lauri.

I should talk to him?

Well, yeah, if he wants to talk.
He might not want to talk.

You know, and then tell me
if it's him or not.

Because I think that he might
get angry if I go first.

He might get angry if I go first.

And if it's not him, I'm not
sure I want to continue the search.

It's emotionally too tiring.

I... I just... I don't know...

It's not about finding him or not, it's the
responsibility you have to take for him then.

Now my heart is beating.

If mom wants to take care of him,
then she should come here herself.

And take that responsibility
if she wants to.

You have the picture there?

My partner is not answering.

We are at 17 with 15.

I need Yanira to come.

I saw him in the separator.
He was sleeping on 19th street

next to the road. He has a
gray blanket with tigers.

He has a gray blanket with tigers.

He spoke good Spanish?

How was his Spanish? Good?

He has an accent!
- He has a thick accent.

But his Spanish was very good.
- But he speaks Spanish.

But next time, I won't wake him.
- Did he have teeth?

I will call you, so you can
wake him up.

Because he's going to leave
and he'll be gone.

Next time, let us know.
We'll meet you and go with you.

Did he have teeth?
- Could you see any teeth?

I only saw this side of his face.

She could only see
this part of his face.

No, it's not him.

If he's able to joke like this, that means that
he is in a normal state and he would call mom.

That's the only logic I have.

The lady approached him and
asked if he was from Estonia.

He laughed and said that
he was a citizen of the world.

He didn't want any kind of help.

He just wanted to be
alone and walked away.

I can't imagine finding him
under one of those blankets.

I have no idea what to do with him.

Ask him what he wants. I can send
him some money to buy clothing.

Mom, that's unreal!

He just walked away from the
person who tried to help him!

If you can't catch him
and he walks away...

That's a different story.

We can't do anything if he
doesn't want any help.

He doesn't want to be helped.

The lady told him that his family
is looking for him.

There is nothing
for me to suggest...

Keep searching, but if you feel
it's pointless, stop it.

I don't know. I haven't even read
a book about Colombia.

I don't know what's here.

Because I thought we don't need anything
else, apart from Bogotá and Cali.

You want to be traveling.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

I haven't changed my mind.
It's always been my mind.

The search is a travel?

It's not about that much searching.

Or him, it’s more like interesting.

Getting you out of the home.

I'm just so horribly bored.

I cannot think of finding him here.

It's pointless to look for him.

The city is just too
big, even if he is here.

Maybe he went to the jungle
and became a rebel.

I don't think so. Could a guerrilla
be an addict?

I think that most of guerrilla
fighters are addicts.

Ah! Maybe, yeah.

Then let's go with the guerrillas.

Let's find the guerrillas.

And the peculiar thing is that mom always
says that she didn't love him enough.

And that's why what happened.
But I think that

it was her love that made
him even a little bit normal.

That in the end of the day

he was able to love.

He was able to express it.

Ten days ago I was
ready to change my life.

But not anymore.

I don't understand
why you work so much.

For what?

I can't imagine living like that.

Working from morning to night...

but still counting
pennies at the grocery store.

That's impossible for me.

Believe me...

I have understood that
there is nothing to lose.

We were all given our
destinies at birth.

If it's your destiny,
then death is not scary.

Believe me.

You cannot turn them back for the family.

And then unwrap them and say: "Mom,
here there is this thirty years.

I was an addict on the street.
This is here for you."

They're completely wasted years.
And that's what it is.

They can maybe not regret it
because they were inside of this...

whatever, madness.

They don't remember the details
the years blur into each other.

But families remember very clearly.

Every year, every - like - decade
and every minute of it.

I came by with a gringo.
Remember, the Russian?

You were going to put him
in the squad car and everything?

It turns out that he disappeared
after that.

I was inside the church

when people called me and said

that someone wants to get
into the foundation.

And it turns out, to my surprise,
or by God's will,

I had seen this person the same day.

I'd seen him around
seven o'clock that morning

when I left my house
and was on my way here.

I saw him wandering around here.

And I just entrusted him to the Lord.

And I realized that the person

who came asking for help,
looking for the institution,

to overcome a drug addiction,

was the same person I'd seen
hours before and entrusted to the Lord.

Right! Vennaskond. Yes, sir.

He has liked that band ever
since he was a teenager.

That day, he played them.

We listened, but around here
we don't really...

You know, around here it's all about
salsa music.

The last time he was here,

after I'd made an attempt
to reach the family,

and explain to them not to send money.

I was going to give him
everything that he needed.

Everything he needed, I would give him,
but don't send him money.

I had no choice,
because of what I told you.

Addicts can even
turn violent and aggressive,

and they get angry.

They get angry if you don't let them

ask their family
to send them money.

When they sent him the wire,

I said, "I'm going to
go along with you,

I'll let them send you money,
but you're not leaving here."

"No, I want to buy some clothes,
I want to be well,

and I want to recover,
so I can go home."

So I went with him.

When he picked up the money,

I said: "Let's go straight back
to the foundation."

But right away he said,
"No." And he changed directions.

So I tried to talk to a police officer,
to get him to take him to Immigration.

But he got mad at the policeman
and reacted badly.

The police said, "Come here!" and
tried to grab him, but he got away.

And I couldn't do anything.

He managed to buy some socks.

And he took off towards
the bus station.

That's as far as I went with him.
I couldn't go further.

I had to go back.
I was left with

a bitter taste in my mouth.

From not having accomplished
my goal at that time.

I told him the money
was for him to go home.

For the paperwork he needed.
The same thing I told him here.

But when he saw the money,

he changed his mind,
changed his decision.

Ah! This picture was here, right?

Here, when he came the first time.
Remember?

Yes! I met him at the church.

I'd already seen him around.

And then again when he came back...

And we became friends.

He'd lost his ID.
He lost everything, he had no ID.

He lost them?

Yes, I think so.
He didn't have anything.

So they sent it in my name.

His mother sent me the code
on my cell phone.

This is when he picked up the money.

In that office.

He bought a cigarette.

That's all I have.

You know why I took his picture?

Because the policeman said he would
send me a squad car.

The policeman said,
"Send me his picture."

So I sent it to him.
I've got those pictures in WhatsApp.

I got out and was living here,
around the corner.

So we'd run into each other,
say hello...

He was a good kid!
Nice, good energy...

That's the truth.

We had a good time. I worked
on my motorcycle. That's my bike.

And when I wasn't around
he'd wait for me.

He’d lay down like this on the
motorcycle and fall asleep.

I gave him my cell phone

and he played some music from his country,

some band with young kids singing.

I couldn't tell you what...
I didn't understand.

But he listened to that music
on the cell phone and sang along.

That's how it was.

It really made us laugh
and made a real impression.

It transported him back home.

And at that moment, through the music
he remembered

his childhood, his adolescence.

He showed me his mother and his
sister on Facebook.

Later I tried to communicate with them.

What did he say about his family?

That he loved them very much.

It was pouring rain and lightning
when you were born.

It was midnight on a Wednesday

and grandmother took it as
a bad omen.

"Wednesday children have
tears in their eyes,"

grandmother said every time
we talked about you.

It was the year of the horse.

You were born to be gifted,
yet rebellious and selfish.

We have very few
photos of our childhood.

A handful of slides
and faded pictures.

In those few photos, it looks like
I'm always the one hugging you.

You never seem to hug me,
or even notice I'm there.

I don't think you ever wanted a baby sister
and you never wanted to be a big brother.

Grandmother said that us growing up
was like witnessing a battle of the titans.

You had the advantage of age and strength,
but you could never break my spirit.

You tried to drown me - I learnt to swim.

You gave me a black eye - I hit you
with a champagne bottle.

I might not know you today but
I was the only companion you had.

When you skipped school and ran away from
home, the police searched for you for weeks,

but I was always the one who found you.

We share the same wandering heart.

In the dark, rat infested basements,
nesting between the hot water pipes

you had an old mattress,
some blankets and candles.

I was small enough to crawl into the tunnels,
so the police always sent me after you.

I crawled through the darkness
and called your name

but you never answered.

It always amazes me how two
people who grew up together

have walked so far
from one another.

If you pass me on the street,
would you recognise me?

The last time we really looked at each
other, we had a glass wall between us.

It was your first time in lockup.

I had just returned from America.

It was the best year of my life.

It was the first time I saw the ocean.

It was the first time I climbed a mountain.

Your head was shaved and you
looked like a proper criminal,

in your Adidas sweatpants and flip-flops.

Nothing remained of the blond boy
with slightly bucked teeth and

blue eyes with a hint of naughtiness.

The only background
sound was our mother's voice.

It got darker and darker outside.

I barely saw your face but for some
reason we didn't turn on the lamp.

I guess we didn't want to break the moment
and face each other and the harsh truth:

The truth that we don't really
like each other.

But because of some cosmic mismatch,
we are forced to share a life.

I won't be there to drive you
to get drugs anymore.

Or stitch your face together when
some crazy drunk cuts it again.

I will never hide you in the
basement from the police again.

But I can listen...

if you want to talk.

They only have phone service
between eight to ten in the morning.

Let's call another number then.

Just to the ambassador or whatever.

Anybody who can... listens
and speaks to us.

The number you dialed is
busy at the moment. Please hold.

And how can we help you?

Since he's an Estonian citizen, can
the embassy pressure the detective

working the case so
he doesn't abandon it?

Can the foreign ministry make an inquiry
about what happened to an Estonian citizen?

To speed up the procedure?

Can you send us a written
application regarding this case?

Yes, I can send you all the documents
I have from the Colombian police.

We have photographic records up until
protocol 1858 that day.

Let's take a look at 1858
as it stands today.

Some of the photographs
have been identified already.

Would you like to take a look at this case?

It does looks familiar, Davood.

Do you want to look at it?

Does it look familiar?

Yes.

Let's see, what protocol it is...

He is puffy...

He does look...

very familiar.

When was this picture here?

December 28th.

The face changes when they die.

Okay, but this is a person
who is missing many teeth.

Yes, yes. That is correct.

This is a person who measures
about 1.83 cm...

He has several scars.

Height: 1.83... Several scars.

He has scars on...

on the knees.
- The knees.

Knees?
- Scars on the knees.

Maybe...

And it says that on his right leg
he has a scar about 15 cm long.

And there are scars
on the left leg too.

Did he have any surgical interventions?

Did he had any surgeries?
- Yes, he did.

On the legs, okay.
Like appendicitis?

He has a scar on part of
his left iliac fossa.

From appendicitis?
Did he have surgery?

Appendix?
- Yeah, could be.

If I show you dentures,
could you tell me which teeth are missing?

I don’t know, he just had missing

teeth up and down. He had a lot
of teeth missing.

Did he use a prosthesis?

He used to have but probably
not on the street.

I am quite sure it’s him.

Really?

Yeah, I say it's 90% sure.

So what we're going to do is...

I don't see the scar.
- You see how puffy this face is.

Look at the hair... everything.
Yeah, I am sure it's him.

I am pretty positive.

It looks him... it's the nose...
the hair... this is a white person clearly.

I don’t remember it being there.

I think I would’ve recognised him. I was
very nervous though, I was very upset.

And some of the photos were
rather, rather gory.

But I don’t remember the photo being there.

I don’t remember the photographs
ending in a new page

I remember it finishing...

Like almost... she forgot to
show the last page or something.