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Salvador and my husband were childhood friends.

- Please. - When he died, Salvador helped me a lot.

This is how we fell in love.

We started traveling together.

And we became a family.

And we also work together.

He paints, I am his art dealer.

We never lived with Diana.

Uh...

We had a couple of encounters, and honestly, not very good ones.

But Salvador needs my help and...

It is my duty, after everything he did for us.

Salvador is like a dad to my daughter.

Okay. Are you done?

Because as far as I'm concerned, you can leave. No need for you to be here.

Do you need anything else?

No.

No?

Thank you.

Let me know if you need anything.

The Chameleon: Unchangeable Past

Feeling better?

You told her to leave,

that she doesn't have to be here. Who has to be here?

My dad.

Do you want to tell me anything about your relationship with your dad?

I don't know. We always had a special...

relationship.

Understanding.

Come on. Let's go, honey.

- Love you, Sabrina. And you too. - Love you more.

- Of course. - I always considered him a friend.

Apart from his role as a dad.

He was never one of those typical dads who tell you...

what is good, what is evil, what is right, where to go. No.

He always let me experiment and realize things on my own.

May I have a sip, Dad?

So good.

- It tastes good. - Mm.

I am a mess...

but I learned from him.

You say you were a mess.

At what age were you a mess?

15. 16?

At 17, I was already completely out of control.

My poor dad.

Poor?

Yes, my poor dad.

I was not an easy girl to stop.

Did he try?

Maybe he liked me like that.

Enough. Salvador!

No. Stop it.

I didn't want to realize

what was happening.

I didn't want to.

He was not just with Sabrina.

He was with Paula too,

who was a friend from my adolescence.

And I'm sure he was with others who I don't know.

No!

Stop it!

There she is.

The answer is no. I do not accept your resignation.

What's the matter, Sabrina?

I thought you were immersed in Carvallo, focused, investigating.

No.

I'm lost, Alejo. And I don't...

I don't know. I'm not even a journalist, I think.

Stop fucking around.

But it's true. I can't find the words.

I have no sources.

And if I can't write this, how can I write other stuff?

I have no starting point.

You have your own story, don't you?

I don't know.

Listen to me.

People like you and me,

we sometimes screw up with family, with friends, with lovers,

but when we have a story to tell,

I'm talking about a true story,

a story with truth, like the one you have here,

the only thing you need is to start writing

from your own place, from your own story, your truth, Sabri.

And from there, everything will fall into place.

Thank you.

Your phone is ringing.

My psychologist.

Okay, I'm leaving.

Bye. You can count on me.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

- Hi. - Hello, Sabrina.

This is Dolly. I'm calling because Celina had a crisis.

- What? - Yes.

- She's very ill. - When?

Last night. She's dying.

- Hello. - Hello.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Hug me, please.

How did it go?

Okay.

How about Diana? How did she take it?

- I felt bad leaving her there. - I know, darling.

Thank you for taking care of it.

I don't know. It's as if we had abandoned her.

No. Why?

I don't know. Maybe we should have tried...

- Who knows, having her at home with us. - At home, how?

No, impossible.

It's going to be good for her to be there for a few days, to have some kind of...

psychological diagnosis. You said it yourself.

Yes.

Yes, you're right.

- What are you painting? - Something new.

- Can I see? - Right now, you can't.

- Okay, I want to be the first to see it. - As always.

Yes.

Send greetings to your family.

- I will. She just walked in. - Dad.

It's a date. Perfect. See you next week, sure thing.

Okay.

- Do you want to come to the club? - No.

Are you okay? What happened?

Something terrible.

Don't scare me. Tell me.

Promise me you won't get mad.

I'll try.

It's important.

I promise.

I fell in love with someone.

So?

- It's not terrible to fall in love. - No, but this is terrible.

Well, then keep talking, please. Don't scare me.

Salvador.

Delfina, go on, please.

- Salvador what? I don't understand. - It is him.

- He is what? - I fell in love with him.

And he fell in love with me.

I don't know. There was something between us.

- How was there something between you? - Don't be angry.

Please, I'm asking you. Let me explain.

I fell deeply in love with him.

And I thought that he had fallen in love with me too.

But I don't know.

He now tells me not to call him anymore, not to bother him.

Today, the journalist, your friend, came to school looking for me.

The one who was here at home.

She told me

that Salvador did the same thing to her when she was younger.

She told me to report him.

But I don't... I can't.

I don't want him to continue doing it with more girls like me,

but I can't report him. I love Salvador, Dad.

I don't know what I should do either,

- but I can't report him. - Nothing.

Nothing. You don't have to do anything, honey.

Stay calm.

I'm going to take care of it.

I LOVE YOU MOM, SOFI

MOM, DAD, SOFI

How are you?

How the fuck do you want me to be?

I bring him into my house and he fucks my daughter in my face.

And on top of that, you fill her head with ideas.

You're driving?

Who the fuck gave you permission to mess with my daughter?

Son of a thousand bitches, I'm going to kill him.

No, that's not the way. Where are you?

No. Don't do anything stupid. Get back in the car, please.

What are you doing here? Why don't you leave?

- I'm not leaving. Get back in the car. - That guy is going to pay for what he did.

- He's a piece of shit. - Yes, he's a piece of shit.

But your daughter isn't going to feel better because you hit him.

That's worse. He's going to recover and screw up another girl's life.

- And what the hell do I have to do? - Report him... No.

Report him to justice. That's what you have to do. Report him for abuse.

No. How am I going to report him?

I'm not going to expose her to that, I'm not going to expose Delfi.

I'm going to screw up her life if she does that.

No. Not speaking up is going to ruin her life. Believe me.

He's a son of a bitch.

He's a son of a bitch, yes.

Don't look at me like that. Do me a favor.

Go home and hug your daughter. She needs you.

But that dick is going to pay for it.

That son of a bitch is going to pay for this shit.

I'm going to break all his bones.

I'll make him pay.

Wait.

One second, please.

- Okay... - No, she is my daughter's friend.

- What are you doing here? - Do I make you uncomfortable?

Yes.

Could you please leave me and my family alone?

Your shitty memory haunts me.

Do you know what my biggest fear is?

That my daughter grows up

and crosses paths with a son of a bitch like you.

You're delusional again, Sabrina.

You're seeing things that aren't there.

I was sure you weren't going to stop until you hurt me.

And look, here you are.

Humiliating yourself. Nobody believes you anymore.

You and I know what happened.

All that remains is for the rest to find out.

I hope that you find the peace

that you so long look for.

I assure you that it is not here.

Sorry. Shall we continue?

All right, let's resume the game. Zero to 15.

Let's do this, Caro.

- Come on. - Come on, it's break point.

Let's resume.

Come on.

How can I help you?

I need to make a call.

- Congratulations. - Why?

I just spoke to the people at the Stockholm Museum

and they confirmed your retrospective for October.

- You're lying. - No.

It's all thanks to my favorite dealer.

Shall we? It seems like the place is packed already.

- Nina is not ready yet. Yes. - No. Really?

- Okay. - Let me.

Thank you for always being attentive to every detail.

I'll be waiting downstairs.

- Hello. - Hello, Javiera.

What's up, Diana? We are leaving.

I want to talk to you. Listen to me.

What do you need?

My dad is using you.

- Stop it, Diana. - Listen to me for a second.

He's with you to be close to Nina.

What?

Yes, he's like that. He's an abuser.

He was like that all my life.

He was with all my friends when I was a teenager.

I also know he did it with other girls.

Mom, I'm ready.

Shall we?

- Hi. - Hi. Dolly?

- Come in. - Thank you.

- She's upstairs in the second room. - Okay.

Good evening.

We...

Hello, how are you?

- Hello. - Hi.

- Did you want to tell me something? - Yes.

She knows she was wrong.

She feels in debt to you.

Celina wasn't your therapist by chance.

She and Salvador were friends.

He manipulated her, like everyone else.

Anyway, she helped me a lot at the time.

And now she helped me again, so...

I'd rather stick with that.

Thank you for telling me.

But...

That gallery?

Down Corrientes Street...

- That's what we were saying before. - Yes.

That gallery...

- Come. - What is it, Mom?

Mom.

Mom, what is it?

I don't understand.

Why do we have to go? Can you tell me something?

Get in the car.

We embarrassed ourselves.

Completely embarrassed. Why do we have to leave like this?

What's wrong with you?

- I need you to help me. - Tell me.

I have something that belongs to you.

I think you should have it.

I've seen it.

I'm worried about Nina.

- Do you want me to speak? - Yes, please.

Yes.

I don't understand what we're doing here.

Your mom knows everything, Nina.

Everything?

About Salvador.

There's nothing about Salvador.

I know what you're going through.

You know nothing.

- I want to go now. - No.

Look at this.

This is me.

Back in 2007, if I'm not mistaken.

Did he paint you too?

I know what it feels like, Nina,

for a man like Salvador to pick you up at school

- and take you on a bike at full speed. - This is different.

We're in love.

I used to think the same.

I swear it's different.

I'm going to tell you my story

because I think it's good that you know it.

When I was a girl, I was 16,

just like you.

I didn't have a dad, just like you.

Salvador managed

to make my mom pay more attention to him than to me.

I wasn't

a lover.

I felt like he was my friend, my psychologist,

my dad.

And with all the girls I talked to,

it was exactly the same.

Because you are not the only one.

There were others before me, and after too.

What I want you to know, Nina...

...is that what you experienced with him...

was never love.

It was abuse.

Do you know who was before you?

Delfina.

That's a lie.

She would have told me.

Did you tell her?

Did you also get a tattoo?

He said he drew it for me.

But do you know what the upside is?

That you can be the last one.

You can report him.

It can be anonymous, you can call.

I can come with you.

You can change history.

- Here comes a taxi. - It's coming.

- It's coming. - Here it comes.

- Here it comes. - Let's see.

- Carvallo. - Come on.

- What are you doing here? - Excuse me, just one question.

- Carvallo, a question. - Are you responsible, Carvallo?

- What do you have to say about it? - What do you say about the complaint?

What complaint?

The complaint that was made by your stepdaughter for abuse.

For God's sake. Abuse? What are you talking about?

- Do you deny abusing her? - Get out, please.

- Aren't you going to say anything? - This is private property.

- Get out, please! Get out! - Aren't you going to make a statement?

- Do you deny it? Do you deny abusing her? - Get out, please!

He doesn't want to accept responsibility.

I can't answer right now. Leave your message.

The video quickly went viral,

putting the prestigious artist under the spotlight of controversy.

Nina Dubois is here to denounce her stepdad,

the plastic artist, Salvador Carvallo, for sexual abuse.

She is not the first minor

to suffer abuse from Salvador.

In the coming days, surely, many more women will--

What's all this madness?

I don't know. You tell me.

You know me, Jorge.

I'm not an abuser.

This Sabrina

is resentful.

She's using Nina. It's impressive what she's doing.

Is Delfina resentful too?

Is everything she told me a lie?

So if she told you,

she must have also told you that what happened between us

was consensual.

I know this may shock you, Jorge.

- Salvador, she's a child. - No.

She's a woman.

She desired me and I desired her.

You fucked a 16-year-old girl.

The full force of the law will fall upon you.

The law?

Are you lecturing me about the law?

You spend all your time trying to find

a new opportunity to break the law, Jorge.

If Delfina had been 18,

would you have reacted differently?

What are you doing here?

What did you come for? To get an apology?

I am not guilty of anything.

I didn't force your daughter.

Delfina wanted to fuck with me. Each and every time.

You are a son of a bitch.

A monster.

You're going to end up in jail. I assure you.

You are done.

BLURRED

BY SABRINA CORREA

Sometimes, it's hard to realize.

The word "victim" seems distant to us.

Especially when you are a teenager and the world opens up in front of you.

And you believe that what you are experiencing is love.

From that new and absolute feeling, the limit is never clear.

ABUSER

But there's no way that limit is unclear for an adult.

- Javiera, a statement. - Javiera!

If they cross it, they know exactly what they're doing.

There.

Especially if they repeat it over and over again,

choosing their prey carefully.

For a long time, I thought I had been in love with a man who loved me

and was many years older than me.

Salvador convinced me of that.

But in reality, I was a teenager who was being manipulated by an adult.

Now I am an adult too and I have the resources.

And above all, the support network to make my voice heard.

I'm here with you, baby.

Salvador Carvallo manipulated me,

his daughter,

my mom, his wife...

...and all the women who were close to any of his prey.

I was part of his collection.

I was his property, his sinister work of art.

A collection that, after the complaint, adds more pieces.

- I want to join in too. - Now I dare to tell it.

Don't stay silent.

Pieces from all over the world.

- I was one of his victims too. - We know how to fight together.

Nothing is the same once you speak up.

Speaking hurts

because the truth hurts.

But that first step that one takes is a first step for all of us to live better.

The Chameleon: Unchangeable Past

♪ I look at my world And the present embraces me ♪

♪ My girl and my husband dance On the terrace ♪

♪ Here's to life, to what we've achieved ♪

♪ I celebrate with my people This dream come true ♪

♪ But I always want more It's never enough ♪

♪ I'm still in the race The finish line is different ♪

♪ The light goes out in the air And it's turned dark ♪

♪ There's a shadow following me And I feel like I'm shutting myself down ♪

♪ The anxiety comes back, the stress ♪

♪ The stench, the pain of missing Not doing your best ♪

♪ That smell and that color again ♪

♪ It is the shadow of the monster Coming to see me ♪

♪ I fall into disdain I hide in the attic ♪

♪ I run away from love In case it hurts when it changes ♪

♪ I need to talk The darkness pulls me in ♪

♪ I have to fight Be the light that gives it away ♪

♪ But it escapes and camouflages It changes shape ♪

♪ It kills and doesn't get dirty Poisonous and muddy ♪

♪ I graze insanity And I don't want to fall into the pit ♪

♪ Guilty of the wound He turned into a sketch ♪

♪ Hate courses through me And I paint with vengeance ♪

♪ Every canvas I break, every false hope ♪

♪ My rage is not enough I have no use for spears ♪

♪ And this loneliness seeks me out And jumps at me ♪

♪ Nothing to lose, about to win my peace ♪

♪ To be the voice of one And all the others ♪

♪ Let justice be the one who punishes ♪

♪ He who draws bodies By making them bleed ♪

♪ And now I'm my own truth And you are a scar ♪

♪ I faced the wound to be happy ♪

♪ I rise up like an empress Making you fall and tending to my root ♪

♪ And now I'm my own truth And you are a scar ♪

♪ I faced the wound to be happy ♪

♪ I rise up like an empress Making you fall and tending to my root ♪

Translated by Andrés Negrete