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But I just went to bed

cannot be.

Seven fifteen.

Ten fifteen.

Yes.

IT IS NOT MY PURPOSE TO TEACH HERE THE METHOD THAT EACH ONE SHOULD FOLLOW

TO RIGHTLY GUIDE YOUR REASON,

JUST TO DEMONSTRATE IN WHAT WAY I TRIED TO CONDUCT MINE - DESCARTES

The gentleman's coffee.

Very strong, just the way you like it. Just the way you like it.

Did you sleep well?

THE LITTLE PARISIAN

I slept more than usual.

And what a night! What a night!

That's fucking life.

Peralta,

give me something.

It gives life to man.

Especially after last night.

You have had your fill of the nuns.

It gives you life.

Ai Peralta,

Give me something.

It gives life!

Especially after dark.

You have had your fill of the nuns.

Uhm and you with the black girls.

You know, compadre, that I am an oil tanker.

Yes, yes, yes, tankers, we are all there.

Behind the windows,

the summer asserted itself as a new one,

newly arrived in the splendid green of the chestnut trees.

Mate!

Mate!

I was in my room, halfway through reading.

Peralta!

Thank God,

first sip of the day!

The first one?

My President.

It gets better every day,

with a softness, my lord, with feeling.

Just like your holy mother, man.

Same mistake.

In the same compass.

-The distinguished scholar, Mr. Brichot. -Get him in!

It's good to see you.

"Atheism," by Le Dantec.

My goodness. Solid reading!

Anatole France:

Undeniable talent, although his systematic skepticism

leads nowhere.

"The Hundred Thousand Warnings."

"The Sex Life of Robinson Crusoe."

"Friday."

"The Feasts of Lesbos."

These are Mr. Peralta's readings.

These are Mr. Peralta's readings.

Yes.

They are not entirely literary readings.

It looks more and more like like the Rome of Heliogabalus

that opened its doors to all that was bizarre,

displaced, Syrian,

barbaric, primitive.

What is not clear is not French.

Certainly.

And the policy

ends up bringing confusion.

For this essentially reasonable country.

Socialist France,

As D'Annunzio said, it invades everything.

Forty kings have made France great.

And if your country enjoys peace

and prosperity,

is because your intelligent people reelected him.

Three,

four, how many times?

Dura lex sed lex.

Descartes said it well:

"The sovereigns

have the right to change a little customs."

I have never seen her so beautiful.

You are a beautiful Gauguin,

that emerged from the vaporous waves of a festive dawn.

Gauguin?

This makes us have a habit goal.

Oh! At best, the Noa-Noa of the 16th district.

Tonight, monsieur le président, if you agree,

I have to go to Beirut.

The season begins with Tristan and Isolde.

Sublime work!

Poor Ricardo Wagner.

How he must have suffered.

What misery!

In this era there are no patrons.

Myself,

despite my magnificent literary career,

I am not free from need.

-Come on, baby girl, go, go, go! -Thank you, Daddy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Dr. Peralta. Good-bye, maestro.

My compliments, Miss.

My daughter is charming, but carefree.

You will like them, they are very nice,

broadleaves from Holland,

in an iron stamped leather case with my ex-libris.

Thank you for thinking the library of my country

to safeguard these priceless priceless manuscripts.

I don't want to take up your time.

"You, whose arc in the distance Is filled with blue."

After all, Victor Hugo is not such a bad poet after all.

But you have to know Gobineau.

You have to read it.

Well, I am very honored by your visit.

Be sure to read Gobineau.

Here is Mr. Ambassador!

Sir, read, read!

"I hereby inform Gal. Ataulfo Galván at 12 o'clock from San Felipe del Palmar,

with battalions and infantry 4, 7, 9, 11, 13, heroes of the fatherland, plus 3 regiments,

including the squadron independence or death,

Five more artillery units shouting "long live the Constitution, long live legality."

Bastard! Son of a bitch!

Sir, I keep reading.

"The movement spread in three northern provinces,

curfew was decreed and suspension of individual guarantees.

I await instructions. Hoffman."

You son of a bitch! Fucking bastard!

I took Galván out of a provincial barracks,

a shithole, fifth-rate, disgusting!

I protected him, I enriched him, he called me a benefactor,

providence, father!

More than a father! Compadre, godfather to his children!

And now they take advantage of my absence to revive the fucking riots

and asks for respect for a Constitution that no one has ever obeyed,

because theory gets screwed by practice

and because the boss with balls did not follow a booklet!

Bastard!

Gentlemen, War Council!

You have to be tough, ruthless.

This is the air of the miracle, Peralta.

The air that makes me more and more president.

Men.

-Peralta. -Yes, sir.

The medals.

We are coming, sir.

Okay.

In these lines are the bastards and the sons of bitches.

Here, here and here,

the defenders of national honor.

The sons of bitches have received in the last few weeks

help from other sons of bitches, that is evident.

But, as we ceded the Pacific to United Fruit,

the chances that they will bring supplies through the Bay of Black are nil.

We have already contained them in the Northeast,

But if we had more weapons, we would have done more.

In one more week we will have everything we need.

The weapons have already been shipped to Florida, as the invoices show.

For the time being,

The important thing is to keep alive

the morale and combativeness of the constitutional troops.

Myself, personally, will travel tonight

for the operations areas.

In short, excellence,

the situation, although serious can be viewed with optimism.

Back to Cordoba.

Ataulfo is not very popular there,

so he left her behind without touching her.

He also made a promise to respect British interests

and Americans that there are many there

and apparently want to show that they will keep their word,

alleging war in that region.

My God!

The man arrived in fit condition from Paris,

in spite of Paris

to be the incredible Paris.

That makes men lose that soul.

Lord, my Lord Take it, read it, get up to speed.

"He rose to power through coups coups that were confirmed

by fraudulent elections.

His power was extended by means of an arbitrary reform

of the Constitution.

He must be removed from office to return the country to rest,

To equality and democratic liberation."

This city will return to constitutional order

by Ataulfo Galván

and make Montecristo thriving!

We, the students, stand with with Dr. Luis Leoncio Martinez!

Here the joke happens in jest!

And I am not kidding.

Lord, your medicine.

Put the cavalry in the university, man!

What if they resist?

And if they throw stones or unbalance the horses like 1908?

So, lead them on!

And if there are dead people,

no solemn burials with coffins on your shoulders

or speeches in the cemetery.

Present! Weapons.

Eight dead and 23 wounded.

So they can learn.

Have any soldiers fallen?

Two.

Because a student and and a janitor were armed.

Let them have a national parade,

with artillery guns, funeral marches

and kept in the pantheon of heroes, for having fallen in the line of duty.

Peralta,

maybe I am the only general in this vast world

who doesn't like the title of general.

Chapter 2.

Since we have reached this part of the story,

it seems appropriate to describe the customs of Galia and Germania.

And about the differences between these nations.

In Galia, not only in each state,

but also in every small district and fraction,

and even within each family, there are parties.

There are parties.

That's why they fucked them the way they were fucked.

Peralta...

When General Ataulfo Galván defeated in the first open combat,

crossed the Rio Verde with his troops with his ragged and scattered troops,

leaving his two females on the shore, Misa Olálla and Jacinta, the black one.

Delayed by insisting on carrying packages of sweaters,

stolen punches and bandanas in a newly plundered city.

One of those lightning bolts that cracks the sky from top to bottom.

And it was the opening of a rain of months, agonizing, inexorable,

exasperating because it is continuous and strong,

as only seen in these lands smelly lands.

Stupid!

No! Let me go! No! Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

All right, all right!

But don't squeeze so fucking hard!

Capicúa!

This way! Lieutenant This way!

Lt.

Gentlemen, I must confess that I for fear of possible colds

I carry with me a little of Santa Inês rum.

of which, I will not deny, I am very fond of.

Everyone knows that you are the Master of Santa Inês!

Mr. President,

I ask you to try some of this good rum

to preserve your health.

Well, for the first time.

Drink up, Mr. President, it will do you a lot of good.

A day is a day.

A day that was a glory day!

Glorious day, boss.

The wind blows And you break your cheeks.

And you, lightning.

Announcers of the lightning That rips the holm oaks.

It comes to redden my head.

To the fight on, champions!

So far,

we had only had

minor clashes and skirmishes

Today,

we fight real battles,

as we have only seen in the wars of independence.

Give me something, Peralta.

We pushed the enemy all the way to the Rio Verde,

without taking the initiative in combat.

But in the Saint Thomas of Alcohol you lost your hand!

The greatest good that can be done in a war

is to end it soon.

Humanitarian considerations

can only be taken into consideration only if they do not affect the objectives of the war.

Moreover, Von Schlieffen said.

Don't mess around any more with your German classics,

his Von Schlieffen spent all his warrior strategies

in the Battle of the Canal, won by Hannibal.

Instead, I will

I was guided by the comments by Júlio Cesar's comments.

Ah, my president.

In reality, today's battle was Julius Caesar against Dario Vistin,

What happened is that we destroyed Darío!

They are lizards!

There is nothing to take.

What little there was, those who who passed before you took away.

Good morning, compadre.

I will destroy you, compadre.

Fucking old man!

Action.

Artillery.

Attention, gunners!

Three hands up and two to the right,

with a one and a half finger straightening.

Towards that house with the collapsed roof.

Attention!

Three hands up and two to the right with one and a half fingers straight,

Towards that house with the collapsed roof.

To the roof, my captain.

On the roof, you idiot!

Fire!

Horn, sound the retreat!

Only you and I remain, General.

Damn, my horse!

My horse, my fucking horse!

-Victory! -Victory! Victory!

Victory! Victory! Victory!

Victory!

Now Foch's wise observation comes true.

"When one of the two opponents gives up the offensive,

Dig trenches and sink into the ground."

My President.

I was born here, Peralta,

and here the Marist Brothers taught me my first letters.

Hermes,

I had a dream.

I dreamed that I was president.

We capitulate sir,

the officers and troops repudiate General Ataulfo Galván

and we welcome your grace.

We have been deceived, sir.

Forgive us, sir.

And Ataulfo?

He fled to the castle of San Lorenzo, sir.

Towards the sea, towards the sea!

Not shooting!

For the saintly Mrs. Merejilda that I loved her like a son.

José Juaquín,

you were to me like a father,

more than a father, my compadre!

-Shoot him down! -Not shooting!

-Not shooting! -Prepare!

Aim!

Fire!

Get him out of there!

Rest!

SO STUBBORN IS EACH ONE IN HIS OR HER OWN HIS OWN JUDGMENT,

THAT WE COULD FIND AS MANY AS MANY REFORMERS AS THERE WERE HEADS

"From Cordoba we are informed that between demonstrations and speeches

an intense militant training is carried out of students and workers

Under the command of one Captain Becerra."

Becerra?

Who is this?

"Appointed by Luis Leôncio Martines, Military Chief of the square."

"The American ambassador offers a quick and effective intervention

to safeguard the democratic institutions."

Democratic Institutions.

This operation will not be difficult.

Besides, these gringos

come to stay three weeks

and stay for two years.

Peralta.

Peralta.

Peralta! Peralta!

Peralta!

What is it?

You were there.

Give me something.

You know I don't like to drink alone!

Who the hell is General Becerra, man?

Captain, sir, captain.

By now, you've certainly been promoted to fucking general.

A sensible land reform,

that reconciles justice and efficiency!

Gentlemen, we are not interested only in a change of government

or improvements in agriculture.

We must end the exploitation of man by man. of man by man.

The land belongs to those who work it.

Here you are gathered to protect the homeland,

the purest forces of the nation.

Students, lawyers,

the young officers led by General by General Becerra.

That it constitutes, no doubt,

in army intelligence

and that it repudiates Walters Hoffman

corrupt and murderers.

Reunited

like a holy legion,

we elaborate a comprehensive plan of reforms

which includes

from the immediate opening of proceedings for embezzlement,

to the investigation of illicit enrichment.

Even the project of reduction of latifundia and land distribution.

That's what I always say.

In this country only two strategies are valid,

that of Julio Cesar or that of Buffalo Bill.

What is that?

Fuck!

I know that mountain trees are living beings,

able to speak.

And when we talk to them,

respond with the movement and the creaking of the branches.

Sir, the ambassador of the United States.

Sir, the Yanks, sir, the Yanks.

Peralta, my Mentis.

Good afternoon, sir.

If you would be so kind, Mr. Ambassador.

I hope you will excuse us for the irregular manner in which you received it,

But we are in the middle of the campaign.

In any case, the unexpected unexpected visits are the most pleasant.

Take a look.

Take a look.

Check this out.

Armed groups under the orders of a man known as

"El caudillo de Nueva Córdoba"

have invaded the Pacific banana zone.

Two hundred thousand dollars have already been stolen.

Work was interrupted at Du Pont Mining Company

due to a general strike

which will cause delays in shipments from Puerto Negro.

It is necessary to eliminate this mystical socialist,

Dr. Luiz Leoncio Martinez.

We cannot allow a second Madero in Latin America.

I assure you, sir,

if the country does not return to a state of peace

and respect for foreign property,

an intervention will be inevitable.

I assure you, Mr. Ambassador,

that the decisive operations

will be performed within 48 hours.

Gentlemen.

War Council.

Photo.

But one day,

up there on that mountain,

I found a big stone that had like two eyes

and with a trace of a nose and a sketch of a mouth.

"Get me out of here," it seemed to say to me.

"The mountain is like a great prison that imprisons the animals,

what happens is that they can't get out of there,

All it takes is for someone to open the door for them.

Make a classic siege,

cutting through all the communication routes with the small towns,

that provide them with food and supplies.

The drinking water must be brought from somewhere else.

Here the weather is good for us.

Hoffman,

invite the young general Becerra to come to the camp

offering it, of course,

all desirable guarantees through the military parliament.

-Hoffman? -Sir.

Where there is no center, there is no left or right.

Jomini.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts,

protects us from war and peace.

We have to fire a cannon at them.

One hundred thousand pesos.

Don't be afraid, Becerra.

The guarantees offered are valid.

Look, Becerra.

The nation is losing time and productivity,

with these operations that although courageous, are foolish, young man.

So let's get it over with.

I offer you an uncomplicated exile

and one hundred thousand in pure gold for his transportation expenses.

And for these kind gentlemen who accompany you,

There will also be a treat of several zeros.

"To the people of Nueva Córdoba proclaim,

considering the arming of the superior government forces,

and in order to avoid useless bloodshed,

we opt for capitulation."

And he was Miguel with his tasks.

When I was talking about capitulation.

Capitulation!

What a capitulation!

Suddenly, the dreamer, the reinventor of animals,

raised his voice at the crossroads, ordered the white flags to be lowered.

I command that these white flags be lowered!

And Miguel Estatua saw that it was right to lower the white flags.

And it is also right to continue the fight!

People, compadres, and all those who know what happens here.

It is like an installation,

an apparition,

a ghost that walks around and goes everywhere!

The ghost of whoever wants today's bread

be won today and eaten today!

So, people of Nueva Córdoba!

Arm yourselves to fight!

Fight as a brother, as a companion!

This is how the caciques and lords will end.

Unite, damn it! Everybody get together!

And together, we will win!

The students support the struggle of Miguel Estátua!

We no longer trust Leoncio Martinez,

idiot and coward,

who at this very moment runs away.

Companions, companions!

Companions, listen to me!

It is time to understand that the emancipation of the working class

must be the work of the working class itself!

Long live the working class!

We affirm our decision to fight against tyranny

as far as our strengths will allow us.

The Revolution Begins Now

and we will end it only with victory or with our death!

Listen to me!

It is necessary to organize a battalion of dynamiters

and another of looters.

Let's go!

The people rebelled, sir.

-The people? -Yes, the ragged people in slippers.

I await instructions, sir.

Knock 'em dead!

What is it?

-What's going on? -They have mined the roads, sir.

Hoffman!

The cannons!

The damn cannons!

To the cathedral, to the tower!

To the belfry!

What? What happened, Peralta?

They are resisting, sir.

This bunch of idiots have ammunition and food for a long time.

Attention!

-Appoint! -A moment!

It is not so easy to fire a cannon.

We can reach the National Shrine of the Divine Shepherdess.

Patroness of the country and of the army,

object of devotion,

pilgrimage destination,

jewel of colonial architecture.

What the fuck is this!

But it is nothing more than a chapel.

What the fuck is this!

After all, I am a Lutheran.

War is not made with selfies.

After all, sir, the buildings can be restored

and any restoration implies improvements in terms of soundness

and permanence for the future.

What if the divine image is damaged?

What are you waiting for to put an end to this?

We would have settled the matter by now.

We are not sentimental like you.

I guess there is no other choice.

If Pilate washed his hands,

I cover my ears.

Strategic imperative.

Attention, gunner!

Three hands up and two and right with one and a half fingers straight.

Fire!

Up with them, soldiers of the fatherland! Up with them!

And then it happened,

the loose, dissolved towers, irrepressible,

came hunting men and women with bayonets, axes and knives,

removing the pierced corpses, open, headless, mutilated

in the middle of the street to set an example.

Someday we will come back.

The square is full of corpses, sir.

They have to learn.

What an amazing thing.

Look at all these people.

Take a look. Look at this one.

Anarchist.

Irresponsible people, man.

Miracle! Miracle! Miracle!

The virgin was with us.

This is the miracle of Nueva Córdoba.

The virgin could not be with an atheist,

worshippers of goddesses with six arms.

What did he say before he cut his throat?

Something like they wouldn't take long to come back.

Let's see, my Mr. President.

Drink this tea from and angelica leaves.

Madam!

What you have is arthritis.

Let's see, Mayorala.

Sir, it's not going to get any better.

Have I told you to go to Boston or to Europe,

because here there are no modern electrical appliances

that can cure your disease.

Mr. President.

Every government requests you to travel to Europe

so that you can recover his much needed health.

Forgive us for our audacity,

but we suggest that during your absence

the president of the council of ministers assumes the responsibility of government

with the immediate cooperation of General Hoffman.

Lord, we implore you,

is for the good of the nation.

You have to keep yourself healthy.

Well

I abide by the decision,

if the convenience of the country requires it.

But do you think it is wise to go so far away?

What if while you are in France they strike another blow, my president?

Oh son, anything can happen in our lands,

but I don't think it is likely.

We will be gone for a few weeks and my health first.

I was not born to have only one arm,

and to walk with one arm without having Lepanto is the stuff of idiots.

Also,

without my right hand I can't count on what I cherish most.

Because when I am in the country where so many people love me,

I am only at ease when I know you are with me.

And that's how the First Magistrate

embarked one morning on board La France

to recover after so many problems and tribulations problems and tribulations

thanks to the Parisian summer. I EXIST, BUT FOR HOW LONG?

Paris will always be Paris, my lord.

"So sunny and warm that year."

the newspapers said, that there was no other like it

since the middle of the last century.

His daughter Ophelia goes to Salzburg to attend a Mozart festival.

-Sir, I would like to inform you. -No, no, later, I'm very tired.

Say.

What do you do to look twenty years younger?

Some treatments in hot springs.

That's life, huh? This is life!

I missed you already, sir.

I am a hunter who lives quietly.

I'm a hunter who lives quietly. I promised you I would hunt in the forest...

I would like to speak to Mrs. Luisa de Mornand.

Yes.

Thank you.

I am a hunter who lives quietly.

I promised you I would hunt in the forest...

It is my destiny to be...

Please, Professor Brichot.

Brichot!

Petty as always.

I would like to speak to the Maestro D'Annunzio, please.

Something strange is happening here.

Damn.

Sir.

Take a look.

Take a look. Check this out.

Paris is full of young supporters of Luis Leoncio Martinez.

Surely they distributed the pictures.

Holy shit!

The shot wasn't fucking me.

It was Hoffman.

You fucking imbecile.

Everyone turns their back on me.

In the one place in this wretched world where the opinion of others

has some value for me.

He had opened a path, man.

Three times I was taken to Madame Verdurand's of Madame Verdurand.

Everything falls apart, Peralta.

I always thought, my boy,

that when I was tired of the hustle and bustle there,

I would retire to await death here.

But you see, Peralta,

How much bad faith, boy?

No leader of peoples, no great monarch,

no Great Captain had a soft hand.

That is the reason for the state, the resource of the method.

Also,

who has never been able to contain the fury, the excesses,

the pitiful cruelties,

but has always repeated throughout history

of an unleashed soldadesca, drunk with triumph?

The artillery fire was Hoffman's doing.

And, even worse, when it comes to repressing

a revolt of Indians and blacks.

Frankly speaking, they were Indians and blacks.

Yes, Indians, blacks, cholos, baldies,

tormented, children of misery.

- Bums, thugs, scoundrels, mafia, shit. -Fucking rednecks!

And, above all, socialists affiliated to the Second International,

anarchists,

people who preach an impossible leveling of classes,

that foments hatred in the illiterate masses

who refuse public education.

This is what is not being understood here.

More than you think.

Africa begins in the Pyrenees.

-Spanish blood explains everything. -What fucking Spanish blood!

Do you remember the last days of the Commune,

when the most most civilized men in the world

did not hesitate to exterminate seventeen thousand men?

You can forget the good Monsieur Thiers,

who said:

The streets are full of corpses,

this horrible spectacle will serve as a lesson.

Culture compels as much as nobility,

Mr. Academician.

Pardon.

Anyway,

you can count on my friendship.

The French press,

unfortunately I must confess, it is terribly venal.

I do not mean, of course, the serious press,

But you know that there are others.

As long as they have resources,

you understand me...

You can do things with skill.

You didn't tell me about an archeological discovery?

Nothing like a good cultural exhibition.

Culture always works.

There you go getting involved with the other mummy.

Here it is, gentlemen, photographed from all angles.

Here is America's Grandfather. Here he is, gentlemen.

Let me see.

Very interesting!

It makes a good article.

These bastards are going to leave me in the shit, penniless!

You can talk all you want, but I won't give you another cent!

And in that amazement he was, when Sarajevo's pistol went off.

Followed by the shots that killed Jaurès at the Café du Croissant.

On August 2nd was the general mobilization

and on the 4th, the war.

Finally something happens on this boring continent.

Miss, will you come with me to Berlin?

I've had it with the Germans, go to hell with all of you!

-What's wrong with you? -I'm furious, don't talk to me!

-Why? -I'm pregnant!

-What? -What? -Gravid!

I forgot my diaphragm and caught me off guard.

Damn it!

Now I'm going to have to throw this somewhere else.

The stupid doctors in this country don't want to do the abortion!

Furthermore,

the photos of the massacre were published in Germany.

As usual, you peed outside the pot.

Monkey overcoat, does not hide its ass!

Since he killed so much, he could have disappeared with the photographer too!

We've already taken care of it.

When it's no longer any use!

Thank God they shot that archduke!

We are fucked, sunk in shit up to here, you know?

Coitus interruptus.

Thanks!

Finally we can rest, my lord.

France needed a jolt.

She still thinks she is the ruler of the world.

Soon you will see.

Soon you will see those shitty Latinos, their second decadence!

Soon you will see what is good when under the Arc de Triomphe

German generals parade, Molche, Gluck.

Mounted on their majestic wingmen.

Without France, God would not be fully God

The war will be brief.

Soon the French army will reach Berlin.

It will be long, painful, tremendous...

Three months, three battles, three victories.

France of the Rooster, France of the Lily, France of Moliere.

France blessed by God.

They confirmed the three apparitions of the Virgin in thirty-three years.

France!

Bastard!

And as for the virgins.

We are the ones who have Virgins.

That of Guadalupe shines on its sacred rock of Tepeyac.

A de la Caridad do Cobre, in Cuba,

who miraculously appeared floating dressed in sargasso,

next to the boat manned by Juan Odio, Juan Indio and Juan Esclavo.

A de Regla, universal patron saint of sailors and fishermen,

raised with its mantle constellated with stars.

The one from Chiquinquirá, with a haughty bearing, beautiful breasts,

very feminine, very ladylike, with her battlemented crown.

That of the Coromotos and of the great warriors of the faith.

The Virgin of Carmen, generaless of the Chilean army.

The Virgen de las Mercedez patroness of Arms

and Seafood from Peru.

Saint Rose of Lima, dazzling queen of the continent.

That lands on the highest jungles, on the longest mountain range,

the Rio Mayor del Orbe.

Those are Virgins! Shit!

Sir! Lord!

Read! Read!

"I have to inform you that General Walter Hoffman

rebelled in the city of Morena with the infantry battalions,

three, eight, nine, eleven, plus four cavalry regiments,

including the Hussars of the Republic

and four more artillery units shouting: Long live the Constitution!

Long live freedom!"

"Long live the Constitution! Long live freedom!"

Fucking bastard!

Son of a bitch!

Prussian traitor!

I understand that in Paris there are great tragedies

but as my president there is no other like him.

-Peralta! -Sir.

Enough! How many times do I have to say things?

Will I have to repeat one by one?

Let go, let go of me!

Fucking bastard!

Son of a bitch!

With God I lie down, with God I rise.

Blessed Virgin cover me with your mantle!

Are you ill, sir?

Do you want me to call a doctor?

It's nothing, Syvestre.

I am a little irritated.

I come to say goodbye.

As you can see, I was summoned.

I'm going to the front.

That's fine.

All right, my son. Good luck.

Homeland is first and foremost Man.

Peralta!

Mestizo!

Go to a travel agency. We have to be there as soon as possible.

Ask Roque Garcia for an opinion, president of the Senate,

on the firmness of the garrisons loyal to the government.

Wired message to Ariel and to our newspapers.

One more time,

the blind ambition of a man,

unworthy of the rank he holds etc etc etc.

Well, you already know how it is.

And you, what do you do!

And at that point

the newspaper vendors announced the noon edition

with the latest news from the war.

As if I didn't give a shit! don't give a shit!

You fucking bastard! You son of a bitch!

I'm getting old, boy.

Why don't you send all this to hell?

And stay here and enjoy everything that my president has.

If you take that away from me,

who would I be?

What would I have left?

The leader of the peoples,

the guide of men must be ductile, never stubborn,

even if you have to give up your deepest convictions

to retain power.

Kneeling at the altar, I come to proclaim

who is the intercessor of my prayers

could give me the victory,

I promise, before the altar of the homeland,

inclined to its service,

pilgrimage to the divine Sanctuary.

Soldiers of the Fatherland!

From the top of these pyramids,

forty centuries is looking at you.

Sixty-five is fine by me.

To me, these stones are only good as a breeding ground for snakes,

centipedes, tarantulas And big ones, that big.

It is thinking the way to aim.

My officers, where are my officers?

My general, have fled to the southern border.

They fooled us, sir!

We were made to believe, sir.

-We took orders, sir. -We take refuge in your protection, sir.

It was not necessary to destroy Walter Hoffman.

As every conflict finds its outcome in events other than those foreseen,

General Felón had an end,

that if you look closely does not lack a certain Wagnerian strength.

A rope! A rope!

Die, you bastard!

A rope!

Help me!

Damn it! Help me!

Don't let me die here!

Die, you bastard!

Die, you bastard!

Die, you bastard!

You idiots! Don't let me die here!

-A rope! -Die, you bastard!

How they love me, my son. How they love me.

Yes, my lord, yes. But don't peek so hard!

I accept with emotion the titles of peacemaker

and benefactor of the homeland.

I am a modest man,

who does not deserve the praise

that is so generously dispensed to me,

For God himself, great mercy,

but terrible in anger,

took it upon himself to punish the infidels.

But the important thing is not that the Enemy of the Order

be engulfed in the sands of the Tembladeras.

But the important thing is that with that,

the conflict that overshadows the world grows stronger.

Our consciousness of Latinity,

because we are latin, deeply Latino,

custodians of the great tradition

on which we base our law.

Heirs of Virgil,

Dante, Michelangelo, Don Quixote, Copernicus.

With this European war,

sugar, banana and coffee

will reach prices never seen before,

raising fortunes and prosperity,

bringing culture and refinement

that until yesterday seemed like the stuff of dreams.

And after much thought,

the First Magistrate gave himself to what would become

his great work of government.

Endow the country with a national Capitol.

A Greek temple?

It can't be.

A Roman-style hemicycle?

With tall speakers?

No.

This is an indecent copy of the Paris Opera, young man.

A congress is not a theater.

Although sometimes it is.

This is the simplest formula.

And under the dome it will rise majestically,

the statue of the Republic.

Bravo!

Fits a diamond

in the heart of a marble star red and green

which marks the zero point,

convergence and exit of all the roads of the homeland.

A success!

A success!

Whatever you want to know, whatever you want.

I'll tell you, my child, I'll tell you.

Peralta!

What happened?

Peralta, what happened?

And at half past six, time for my bath.

I congratulate you, gentlemen, but not this time.

This happens to me because my hand is too light!

Hurry up! You too! Quickly, everyone, everyone!

Quickly...

My God! The carpets are burning.

Throw water! More water!

How barbaric!

- Terrible! - And to think it was close...

I didn't want to go in there because I'm afraid of my anger!

Let's get to work, gentlemen!

Some of you will betray me.

Is it me, sir?

Do I, my lord?

Leave them to me,

I know where to start.

I have a few names on my list,

If you want, I will read them.

No!

No, Captain, I would soften before some of them.

I put my trust in you.

Act soon and be tough.

-Let's understand each other? -Agreed, sir.

A mistake, however, would be regrettable, my lord.

Errare Humanum Est!

- For the first time! - Not for nothing.

Going up.

Everybody up.

Over there! Let no one stay! Out with everyone!

Out with the dictator, you son of a bitch!

I am a hunter...

Look, look, look.

Let's go.

Never has the nation lived through a time such a prosperous and happy time, Holofermes.

To your health, old man!

My Lord,

my lord, the wonder! my lord, the wonder!

German submarines have just sunk an American ship,

all the gringos in the crew went to hell!

Not one left, my lord, not one left!

The United States has entered the war!

Yes, my president, you have entered the war!

Give me something Peralta, give me something, boy.

Yes!

-Well, am I a bitch by any chance? -No.

How can you think that!

Come on, let's toast to our prosperity!

-Health! -Health!

To the extent that the war promoted by bellicose appetites

of Kaiser Guillermo II of Germany

and Emperor Franz Joseph, of Austria-Hungary,

constitutes a threat to the peaceful nations of the globe.

Considering the fact

that the United States of America declared on the 6th of this month

that there is a state of war between them

and the German imperial government

and that the historical ties and the gratitude that unite us

to the great American Republic,

advise us to place ourselves in the field where she will fight

for the right to the seas,

for freedom of trade,

for respect for neutrals and for international justice.

We declare war on the German Empire,

to the Austro-Hungarian Empire,

the Kingdom of Bulgaria and the Sultanate of Turkey.

And on this solemn day,

with the approval of both chambers,

the supreme representation of the will of our people.

In five more years of war,

we will become a great nation.

Come in, gentlemen, come in!

Historical images were recorded for the children.

Come in, come in!

Despite the great benefits that the war brought,

the First Magistrate noticed that the atmosphere was kind of changed

by an impalpable pollen.

A shifting, slippery, hidden force.

And yet, it manifests itself.

Check it out.

Who publishes these vile slanders?

But not the supporters of Luiz Leoncio Martinez.

Because they are all in jail,

all opposition is branded and annihilated.

Who? Who?

Who?

In all of this, sir, a young man with the surname Alvarez appears,

Alvaro or Alvarado, I can't quite remember.

Better known as The Student.

Because in a speech he said:

"I don't see in myself nothing but a student.

Any student.

What a big son of a bitch.

We have to get him.

What is this interruption?!

Excuse me.

Everybody down!

Everybody out!

Just a moment! What is this? They are violating autonomy!

Don't give me that shit! They're all in jail!

Red literature?

That's it, that's it.

Bring me all the literature of this type you find.

The Red Tavern, The Red and the Black.

What are these titles about?

Why don't they take Little Red Riding Hood?

You're under arrest for being cute! Let's go!

The 18th Brumaire, A Critique of Gotha's Program.

The Class Struggle in France, 1848.

Prehistory! Pure prehistory!

Introduction to the Critique of political economy.

English verses... Latin verses.

Verses in Greek.

Let's see if with this they indoctrinate Mayorala Elmira.

They consider me rougher than I am.

I don't know why you get angry.

Here the famous The Capital.

Let's go. Let's see.

"The first metamorphosis of a commodity is its transformation

are the process of measuring

handkerchief, money, Bible.

Bible, money, liquor...

Spirits are the only thing clear here!

-How much does this German monstrosity cost? -22 pesos, sir.

May it continue to sell!

There are not 22 people in this country who spend 22 pesos in this volume!

This weighs more than the leg of a dead man.

"M, V, M,

D, M, D"

I don't get discouraged with equations, man!

But look at this. However, look at this.

What does this have to do with the other?

Open the booklet, President, and take a good look.

Marx and Engels, The Communist Manifesto.

Damn, that's more serious!

"A ghost haunts Europe, the ghost of communism,

all forces

of the Pope and Tsar Metternich and Guizot

It's prehistoric too, boy!

Pay attention, my president, pay close attention.

"In short, communists support any revolutionary movement,

against the existing social and political situation.

So those.

"Rhode Island Red."

"Red" is red, right?

Ingenious.

Ingenious.

Have it collected

and put in jail everyone who is busy with this ridiculous literature.

What is it?

What is going on?

The war is over, the war is over!

- Civilization has triumphed over barbarism! - Now I've really fucked myself.

Calm down, my lord.

I fucked myself.

Look, Peralta,

with this the prices of sugar will fall, coffee, bananas, and gum.

The fat cows are over.

Descartes won the war,

but we got fucked.

However,

there is still a way to get one last advantage from this war.

Peralta,

that a collection be made to reconstruct

the devastated regions.

You have to distract people.

Search for something.

I don't know, maybe some sporting event.

A season of operas, perhaps?

Yes, yes! Opera!

Caruso I think he's around here.

In addition, opera is at a low ebb.

Oh, my president.

Sugar fell to 23 pesos a pound.

Sugar fell to 17, 20.

Gentlemen, sugar fell to 12.15.

Sugar fell to 11.35.

Sugar fell to 9.09.

Gentlemen, sugar fell to 8.40.

You have to find it!

I don't want a myth!

Nothing loathes this continent more than a myth!

We are becoming people, Peralta.

We are becoming people.

How beautiful!

That's beautiful! Cone!

How beautiful! Fuck me!

Yes, go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Sir, this is His Excellency the Ambassador of Italy.

Be aware that Caruso was caught on the street wearing a costume outside the carnivals.

This, according to the policemen, is a sure sign of fagging.

This is a civilized nation.

Fuck!

By God, don't let them hurt him.

Good breakfast

with arepas, coffee, fried eggs

and a drink, if he wants one.

After.

Bring him to my office.

In the budget for viaducts, there was an error of 300 pesos,

is inadmissible.

These people.

It is impossible to deal with them.

Why do you hate me so much, boy?

I don't hate you, sir.

Bombs are not thrown at the Palace waiters.

So there is hatred in you, anger.

Nothing against you, sir.

But what about those bombs?

I didn't put them in, I don't understand anything about explosives.

Well, not you, not you,

his coreligionists.

We don't place bombs, sir.

Who placed them then? Who did?

Others who are not us.

Even supposing you didn't do it,

When one explodes, you applaud.

On the contrary, sir,

the worst that can happen to us now is that they kill him.

You are brave.

We need you.

That is curious,

I have now discovered that I am a Marxist, communist, Menshevik,

revolutionary and the mother who gave birth to you!

That it all adds up to the same thing and everyone is looking for the same thing!

Settle in the Kremlin, settle in the Elysée,

to sit in this chair to fuck the others,

enjoy life and fill your pockets with money!

The Ambassador of Zar,

who was here, waiting for it to fall apart,

told me that Lenin's wife

wore the jewels, the necklaces, the crowns of the Empress Alexandra, man!

It is magnificent that you think this way,

it is better that we are not understood to be understood by half.

What do you want then?

May you be overthrown by a popular uprising.

And then you would come to take my place? Isn't that right?

I never wanted that, sir.

Then you have a candidate.

The word candidate is not part of our vocabulary.

But how? Someone must lead, no?

There is always one man in charge of the government.

I got it. Luis Leoncio Martinez, your professor at the university.

He's an idiot, he can fuck himself, sir.

You intend to implant socialism here!

We are looking for a way.

Russian way?

It is not the same,

here we are in another latitude, it is easier and more difficult.

Children.

Children, children, children.

If socialism is implemented,

in 48 hours you will have the Marines marines in Puerto Araguato.

Probably, sir.

So the war goes on, right?

It will continue, with or without me.

You persist in your socialism

-that failed everywhere! -That's my problem and others' problem!

Kill me at once.

No.

Not here in the palace.

The carpet would get dirty.

Very good

since he doesn't want to get along with me,

I give you three days to leave the country.

You can go wherever you want, tell Peralta what you need.

You can go to Paris, for example.

I could give instructions,

so that you can spend a more than decent than decent allowance with every description.

You would not have to report to our embassy.

No, no, don't come with melodramatic gestures.

I am not offering you the Paris of women

and the Maxim Restaurant

as I could do with any of our ragged ones.

I am proposing it to you,

the Paris of the Sorbonne,

by Bergson, Paul Rivet.

Anyway, think about it, you choose.

You, you choose.

I have nothing to do in Paris, sir.

I leave it to your taste.

Stay.

But starting on Tuesday, the day after tomorrow,

there will be an order to kill you without ceremony,

wherever you are.

My death would be terrible publicity for you.

Son,

the law of escape is a lie universally accepted lie.

Like the suicide of the fugitive,

or the one where he hanged himself in his cell

because they forgot to take the laces from their shoes.

And this happens in the most civilized countries.

And I'll let you know.

You will fall with you whoever is giving shelter, with family and everything.

Agreed?

Can I go, sir?

Go to hell!

And prepare your epitaph:

"Here lies one who died for being an idiot!"

You don't know how sorry I am.

A young man as valuable as you are.

The worst part is that I envy you.

If I were your age, I would be with your family.

But you don't know what it is to govern these countries,

you don't know what it is to plow with a human material that,

every day.

Nothing?

Today we are born again.

You still think I'm stupid enough

to bombard me?

Now I believe you.

But that doesn't change anything. What I said to you counts and nothing else.

Follow me.

Get out this way.

This is where the girls come in!

At my age I still have them very well hanging on,

you just realized.

To you I must be some kind of Caligula, right?

More like Caligula's horse!

Son of a bitch!

The first aid kit is arriving, sir.

No, I don't,

I have nothing.

Let him go free.

Who, sir?

Elmira!

Elmirita! Have all the windows closed.

Peralta, son, give me something.

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

General strike, president.

General strike?

-General strike? -Everything is closed.

Nobody went to work.

There are no cars, no streetcars, no trains, nothing.

There is not a soul in the streets.

And you didn't know anything, did you?

-Remember I told you that. -I was in the capital.

-But my daughter said. -It doesn't matter what your daughter says!

Let's have a conversation! Elmira brings the coffee.

Praise God!

Your fly, pardon me.

Madam.

Gentlemen, let's get to work.

The board is open.

Gentlemen, the president is dead.

Ladies and gentlemen.

You will see how tomorrow all the stores will be open.

Let's drink a toast, gentlemen.

Once again the country has triumphed.

Long live Mr. President!

When.

I remember that day,

It seems to me that I have lived endless hours,

more populated than long years,

confusion of images,

descent into hell.

Shouting aimlessly,

changing forms, metamorphosis,

noises, substitution of appearances,

from top to bottom.

The owl at noon,

darkness of the sun,

Noises so meek, fury so faint.

This way, Mr. Ambassador, this way.

You fucked up,

what banks and commerce want is for you to go to hell.

That is more than twenty years of patience! Nobody loves you anymore!

And if you are still alive it is because they don't know that you are here alone,

without escort or guard. Let's get out of here! Let's go!

Fuck, I still have schnapps up here.

The Minnesote is in Puerto Araguato.

Who ordered the Minnesote?

Banks, Industry, Commerce Come on, get dressed now!

Our army will not allow such an affront to national honor.

The army changed sides, the soldiers have abandoned us.

Come on!

A fucking coffee!

-Coffee -There is no more coffee.

Take a sip of cognac. Come on, come on!

What the hell, me.

I did not resign! I am the president!

That's what you think, Luis Leôncio is in Nueva Cordoba.

For now, they have our support.

So you let me down?

Our state department knows what it does.

But how can they believe that teacher.

I didn't come to argue, I came to face reality.

Dr. Luis Leoncio Martinez

counts on the support of the country's living forces.

I know that there are many young people with generous and democratic ideas.

Don't waste any more time, damn it, get dressed now!

Doctor Luís Leôncio has an idea, a plan.

Students have it too.

They are different things.

Know that it was the Student who brought you down.

The bombs, the false rumors, were the work of Luís Leôncio and his group.

But the general strike was the work of the Student.

Yes.

And you're going to tell me that the merchants who did not open their stores

they were all Bolsheviks!

They didn't open their stores exactly because they were afraid of the Bolsheviks.

Joining the strike, they defended their property.

And now they will support the caudillo of Nueva Córdoba,

defender of order and prosperity.

Who will try to tame the Student, giving some legality to his party,

because now there will be political parties in the country.

The traders were very smart.

-Look -Smart men.

There is still time to do something,

-make peace with Hungary. -Don't talk nonsense anymore!

Enough talk. If we don't go, they will come after us.

And you can imagine how much they want you.

Get your fucking foot up!

I have always been in love with him!

I have always been passionate.

I will apply for asylum at the United States Embassy.

No way!

What we can do is give asylum in our consulate in Puerto Araguato.

There you will be under the protection of our Marines.

Will you take me in your car?

I'm sorry. But I can't be exposed to lead on the way.

-There's an ambulance downstairs. -Good luck, Mr. President!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

She goes with us.

Everyone knows that when I was.

You me.

And although I am no longer.

You and I Look.

And with the anger that those here have towards me.

If you catch me.

Then I.

-The money, damn it! -The money is here!

-Let me see -Let's see.

-Leave it there. -Come on, quick! Come on, hurry!

Here the Constitution and these international diplomas.

-Fuck! Let's go! -Two shirts and a pair of pants are enough!

-And two espadrilles and three flannels! -Ophelia.

And this toy that my mother gave me, look.

Goddammit! Don't put any more shit in the trunk!

Come on, hurry!

-Hold on and get down! -Yes, yes.

Halt!

Permission, it is a serious case.

Permission, boss, for your mommy, don't delay us.

My brother, shot in front of the Palace.

-How? -Have they already slaughtered the son of a bitch?

He was thrown off the balcony.

And now,

they are dragging you

and he leaves bits of brain in every corner.

Thank God, damn it!

-Do we have permission, boss? -Yes, yes, yes!

The son of a bitch there is gone!

-Mayrala, my child. -Say it.

Settle down, girl.

"Settle down that way, girl."

As if I were a dog!

How could I forget the suitcase, boy?

Patience, sir, patience.

What the hell is that, man?

I think this is modern art, sir.

I'm going to order all this shit be thrown away!

That's what you think!

Daughter!

Flesh of my flesh.

Beautiful Daddy.

So beautiful and attractive!

And you so strong and whole.

Come sit down.

I have so much to tell you.

So much to talk to you about.

But who are these people?

They are my friends.

The Cabaret closed and we came to party here.

I'm coming, Dad.

Come.

Now we will be happy.

Listen.

-I brought the Mayorala. -And where is she?

Sleeping around.

Frankly, I wouldn't have brought it.

She is the only person who has not betrayed me.

Because even Peralta...

__

My heart was already warning that he was a son of a bitch!

Did you cry a lot when you heard the news?

Very, very much.

You know that.

I'm coming, I'll wind the gramophone.

Get that weirdo out of here!

If you don't like my friends,

take your suitcase and go to a hotel!

Sodom and Gomorrah!

That's why they brought you down, for talking nonsense!

Who is this old man?

My father, the president.

Long live the president!

Hooray!

Outside, at the Arc de Triomphe

sang as yesterday like today, like always

la Marsellesa de Rude.

IVY DOES NOT RISE HIGHER THAN THE TREES THAT SUPPORT IT

Excuse me, madam. The cook has urgency to see you.

Hand me the robe, please.

Impossible, it is intolerable!

Take it, ma'am. I give back my apron.

Miss, would you like to sit with us?

Who set all this up?

Elmyrita.

-To serve God and you. -Look, daughter, try it.

The virgin with her machete to kill him.

And the four-legged demon Entered a thicket.

The virgin with her machete to kill him.

And the four-legged demon Entered a thicket.

So, where are you going to live, man?

You are no longer an ambassador.

Thanks to me,

the population of our country has more than thirty thousand citizens.

They don't appear in the censuses, nor do they appear on our maps.

I made citizenship letters and passports for them.

Poor people who were left without a homeland.

Good job being done.

I have a copy of the stamps and Embassy stamps.

The store is still open.

Very good, very good guy.

Very good.

Oh, brother.

How fucking hard it is to serve the motherland.

Ah my president.

"Ex, son.

"Ex."

Your blessing.

I think it's good for a wake, no?

He sent me here,

I put my godmother, Juliana to entertain the watchman.

And with a chisel and hammer I hid between my breasts,

I pulled out the diamond.

And in my mouth I took him to the palace.

I swear!

I couldn't even breathe!

And then it was a mess!

How we laugh, no?

It brings me good luck!

Lift your skirt a little, Elmyrita.

It can't be.

Six fifteen.

Seven fifteen.

I just went to bed.

Acta est fabula.

What did he say?

You spoke of "minutes".

He also talked about a fable.

So as not to bury him without a death certificate, she said. death certificate, that's what she said.

In my hometown there was one who was buried for dead.

And since he wasn't dead,

woke up in the coffin and could only to lift one hand from the earth.

I will put it away for safekeeping.

When order is restored in our country,

I will put it myself in its proper place.

Whoever contemplates the interior of the small two-columned two-columned Doric pantheon,

that rises in the Montparnasse cemetery,

you can see a simple altar,

on which sits the image of the Divine Shepherdess.

At your feet,

under a mystical garland of roses and cherubs,

is a marble chest supported by four jaguars,

where a little of the land is kept of the sacred homeland soil.

What some may be unaware of

is that Ophelia, thinks that the land is unique,

and that the earth's land is the earth's land everywhere,

had collected the sacred land

perennially guarded by the four emblematic jaguars,

in a vase in the Luxembourg Garden.