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IN 1939 THE NATIONALISTS WON THE SPANISH CIVIL WAR.

THOSE LIVING IN THE SOVIET UNION SPANISH REPUBLICANS

BECOME STATELLESS.

THEY ARE FLIGHT STUDENTS, SAILORS IN TRANSIT,

WAR CHILDREN IN EXILE.

THE USSR ADMITS THE REPUBLICANS, BUT WILL NOT LET THEM LEAVE.

THEY LOOK UP FOR MESSAGES. THEY TRY TO ESCAPE.

IN ONE OF WAR CLIMATE CHARACTERIZED BY PARANOIA

IF YOU ARE ACCUSED OF TREASON, CONVICTION THEM WITHOUT TRIAL…

AND PUT THEM INTO WORK CAMPS.

WINTER 1941

KAZAKHSTAN

LABOR CAMP SPASSK-99

To the right! Faster!

Come on!

Movement!

Women to the left! Men to the right!

Faster, I said! Go ahead!

Faster, go!

Move!

Don't stand still! Further!

Go! Movement!

Don't stand still! Further!

Movement!

Women to the left! Men to the right!

Faster!

-Further! -Further! Movement!

Women to the left! Men to the right!

Faster, I said!

Go!

Faster!

Further!

Go ahead!

Go!

Come with me! Get in there!

Single row! Faster, I said!

Get undressed!

Get undressed! And back! Take off your clothes!

Take things off!

-No! -Possession on the table!

What do you have there?

Take that off!

Everything on the table!

Take off clothes.

Fast! Don't stare at me!

What you do not understand? Undress yourself!

Belongings on the table! Put this here!

Faster!

Take everything off!

Everything! Everything on the table!

Further!

Afterwards!

Here! Go!

Number 289, Telmo Reyes.

Go! Come on, faster!

Number 297, José Muñoz.

Here! Go!

Number 295, Julio Hermida.

Number 290, Eladio Junqueras.

Come!

Come on!

Number 291, Melléin Palau.

What are you waiting for? Go ahead!

Further!

Welcome, Spaniards.

There's room for you in the back.

Choose a bed.

And above all, be quiet.

Captain?

Find a place.

You know what

a Salamancan,

an Asturian,

an Andalusian,

a Galician and a Catalonian

have in common with a flock of sheep?

They are all corralled.

It's good, right?

Are you serious, Barcelona?

My goodness.

Go to sleep better.

Lie down.

Go! Stand up!

-Don't laze around! Stand up! -Everyone get up!

Come on, quickly! Line up in rows of five, go!

Faster!

Do you need an invitation? Stand up! Go!

Set up! What are you staring at?

Go! Don't fall asleep!

Come on! Get down there! Movement!

Faster, I said! Hurry!

Set up outside immediately!

Fast! Movement!

Further!

Faster!

Hurry! This way! Go wash yourself!

Movement! Go wash yourself! Go!

-Go! -Hurry!

This way! Faster! Go ahead!

Go! Let's go! Faster!

That way!

Come on! Faster!

Faster!

-Hurry! Go! -Hurry!

Faster!

Hurry!

Faster! Go ahead!

Faster!

Run separately! Hurry!

Why so slow? Move!

Come on! Faster!

-This way! Follow the Brigadier! -Here.

Here. Comes.

This way. Stay in formation.

Fast!

The shift in the mine runs from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m.

The two hour round trip is not included.

Anyone who fails at work or steps out of line will be punished.

Every brigade has to fulfill the target. You eat as much as you dig.

Each group stays with its brigadier.

Number 73!

Number 57!

As punishment for tobacco smuggling

you will sentenced to a week in the hole.

Leave him!

This counts as an escape attempt!

-Stop! -Come on, damn it! Stand up!

Come.

This is where you work from now on.

Start getting used to it. Settle in here.

And as I already explained…

…the rules here are simple.

No should,

no food!

Caution!

A car

per man.

Now you know. Is that clear?

Hey!

Wake up!

Good. Listen to me.

Groups one and two with Nikolaj.

Groups three and four

with me, damn it.

Understood?

What is wrong with you?

Are you joining in?

Damn, I have a great partner.

Take the stones. Go ahead.

-I'm there. -Barcelona!

-I'll do it. -Holy shit.

Ich fühle mich bloß nicht gut.

Barcelonans!

Barcelonans!

Back to work!

-Please, let me out! Please! -Back!

-Please! -Go back!

-Please let me out! -I said go back!

-Stop it! -Back! Immediately!

It's all ok! Everything OK!

Thanks.

-Calm down. -I can't breathe, Eladio.

-Eladio… -Calm down.

-I don't want to die here. -It's all in your head.

-You can breathe. -Eladio, I don't want to die here.

-You can breathe. -Eladio…

Look at me. Look me in the eyes, damn it!

I don't want...

Take a deep breath.

Breathe. Come on.

Inhale.

And breathe out.

Atme mit mir. With me.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Better?

Come on, move!

Why are you standing still? Further!

Show more effort! Go!

Go ahead! Faster!

Why are you standing around? Further!

Come on! More effort! Further!

Tempo!

Go ahead! Further!

Come on! Go for it!

Don't fall asleep!

Faster! Movement!

You're coming with me!

Come on.

Help me get him out of the hole.

Here.

I am Hans Müller.

How can I help you, my friend?

Are you a dealer?

Perhaps. Why?

I need paper and ink.

Three half rations.

Wait. How can I speak to the leader?

Do you mean that seriously?

Do you see that guy back there? This is the professor. Talk to him.

He is the translator and the secretary to the director.

If anyone can help you, it's him.

Why are you talking to this Boche? Are you a Nazi friend now?

Go! Individually!

Individually!

In rows of two!

Faster!

Don't stay behind! Movement!

Further!

Don't dawdle!

Faster!

Spaniards! Why are you standing around? Come on, let's move on!

Put this down here.

Good.

Come on, Hermida.

Wedge.

Hey. Julio.

Will you help me or not? Come on, give me a wedge.

Why are you taking so damn long?

If that collapses, we're screwed. Go!

We are in.

Mr. warehouse manager.

Telmo Reyes Aguirre, Captain of the Spanish Republic.

He would like to have his judgment reviewed.

Why should they? reconsider a verdict for treason?

The system makes no mistakes.

Because there was no betrayal.

And no process either.

Our only crime was the desire to return to our families.

To Spain?

One would you executed immediately upon arrival.

The war is over there.

Shit.

Wars never end.

-We were looking for a way out of here. -You were in the German embassy.

We have been to many embassies.

That speaks of high treason.

With all due respect,

you shared Poland with them.

We just wanted to go to our families.

The Soviet Union is your only family.

Anyone who wants to leave the Soviet Union commits treason.

Understood?

Do you know,

the Spaniards do good work in the mine.

You can do twice as much as you should.

When you send my application,

I'll take care of myself about defense.

We just want a fair trial, Comrade.

What did you call me?

You are an enemy of the people,

in accordance with paragraph 58 convicted of high treason.

You are forbidden

to call me that.

You are not my comrade, not even close.

Such an affront can be severely punished.

Step away.

That's your son in the photo, yes?

He fights at the front.

Captain.

I speak Russian,

because I'm at flying school was in Kirovabad.

That's a Tu-2.

A medium bomber.

If he was entrusted to your son,

you can be proud of him.

Thanks.

Wait, captain.

Nazarov gave me his word.

-He forwards the application. -Secure?

-Yes. -Seriously?

Why do I care what Nazarov says?

Only what you say matters.

What do you think, captain?

You have my word.

We're getting out of here, Barcelonans.

SPRING 1943

TWO YEARS LATER

-Go! -Faster, you bastards!

Further!

Men to the right!

Go ahead!

That way!

This way! Straight ahead!

Go!

Let's go!

Further!

Go!

Go!

Faster!

Go!

New faces come every day.

-Germany is probably losing the war. -Those Nazi pigs.

Shit!

There, a Spanish flag!

-Unbelievable. -Yes, they are Spanish.

I won't anymore.

Fascist scum has arrived in warehouse!

Long live Spain!

Long live what?

Long live Spain!

That was the just punishment.

Hey!

Are there any Galicians there?

I! From Noia!

Oh man.

Muros!

And if they are Galicians... They're damn fascists.

Incredible.

The captain won't like this.

I don't care about the captain.

What won't I like?

Fascists, captain. Cockroaches from the Blue Division.

-And from Noia. Even worse. -You have a Galician quirk.

Come in, you wretches!

-Further! -Hurry!

That way! Straight ahead!

Move!

-Come on! Movement! -Further!

Belongings on the table!

Take off your Nazi clothes! Immediately!

Get undressed!

Faster! You should take off your clothes!

Has that arrived?

Go!

Take off your clothes! Come on! Hurry up!

Why are you dawdling like that?

Faster!

Faster, I said!

Go! Put everything on the table!

Go ahead!

Take everything off!

Come on, go faster!

Put everything on the table!

Faster!

Don't dawdle

Take off your clothes!

Hurry!

Get undressed!

Find a place. You won't come out before dawn.

Everyone shits in the same bucket. What is that?

Communism.

What do we do?

We need sleep.

We'll see more tomorrow.

Find places.

-Shit. -What's the point, you wanker?

I wanted...

I'm sorry. I...

What a shitty tattoo.

I… No!

Very calm.

-Don't look at her, Father. -The boy is Spanish.

But he belongs to the Urkas. They're murderers, Father.

Don't look at her.

He is on their side.

Knocks in every new tunnel

with the pickaxe against the ceiling.

If it doesn't sound hollow, everything is fine.

-And if it sounds hollow? -This is bad.

The yield depends on the tunnel.

Some tunnels bring 20 tons per week, other 30.

This one brings 60.

Good luck.

“Good luck,” he says.

German Nazis: with Dimitrov.

Spanish Nazis: with me.

Hurry up. Let's go!

Don't stare at it like that.

Eat.

321!

321!

Three, two, one.

-Come with me, you wanker! -Hey!

-Hey! -Come!

Why are you so damn slow?

You can't eat outside in winter.

The soup freezes.

I'm Telmo Reyes.

Captain of the Spanish Republic.

Where is your formality?

My formality?

This is a show of force.

Pathetic.

This is not a prison camp.

You are the enemy here.

You should just eat, sleep and don't think too much.

Is that a threat?

A piece of advice.

No offense, captain,

but advice from communists I don't follow.

Come on! Further!

Further! Don't stand still!

Faster! Move!

Go!

Come on! Here!

Further! Tempo!

Don't stand around! Further!

Go!

Come on! Further!

Further!

Come on! Hurry!

Don't dawdle!

Come on! Hurry!

Go! Further!

-Father! -Father!

-Take him. What happened? -Caution.

Who was that, Father?

Let's put him there. Caution.

Be careful with your head.

Well, we have that.

Let's see.

It's nothing. Breathe. Yes? Count to three.

One…

-That's it. -It's all ok. Breathe. Very calm.

Are you still there?

These letters won't get us out of here.

Nobody blames you, okay?

-The law is on our side. -"The law".

The law is one thing Justice is completely different.

We've been here for two years, Telmo.

Let it be.

Do you know what Aristotle said?

"When people are friends, They don't need justice."

Aristotle would be in this camp don't survive a day.

How long should my men pay for your defeatism?

We endure the humiliation in the mine

and the reduced rations.

But I won't let you that someone else is attacked,

especially a priest.

What is he talking about?

No idea.

He must have fallen.

Keep your flock in check, Reyes.

No offense,

but advice from fascists I don't follow.

This is not advice.

It's a threat.

Shit, Palau.

Remember your place, miner.

What?

-Go ahead, take it. -Do not lie.

-Take it. -Take what's yours. Do.

So what.

Come on, take one.

-Here. -Another one.

Do you see them both?

That's three.

Great, he can count.

Another one.

Here please.

There.

Here's a ten.

Cross.

Come on.

It's my turn.

A nine.

I don't have any. Shit.

Take that, boy.

Then he showed it to me.

Now I win.

-Here are two more. -Don't cheat.

Come on, don't be shy!

-What do you have there? -Quiet!

Let me do it.

A jack. Another jack.

Three.

Here's more. Take it.

Take it, damn it.

Here, even more.

Do you understand me? You understand me, right?

No, look, it's very simple.

I have to negotiate with them. You have to translate for me.

Do you understand me? Do you speak Spanish?

I know you speak Spanish.

You and me with them...

Translate!

A deal!

Go ahead!

Please!

Please…

He wants to negotiate.

He wants to make a deal.

Like aguardiente. Queimada. Do you know what Queimada is?

-No, but I know what aguardiente is. -Queimada is like…

Where do you want to go?

Out. We're done.

-Done with work? -Yes.

Look at the brave Galician.

My men are ready.

Are you sure?

Yes. I'm going with you.

You don't.

Go back in.

Come on, you tough guy.

-Go back inside. -Look, the damn protector.

Come on.

Come on, damn it!

Let's go, you scumbags!

Move!

On your knees. Go.

Very good.

And now sing with me.

Wake up, damned of this earth

Who are always forced to starve

The law like embers in the crater hearth

Now the breakthrough is coming with power

Take it out on me! Three corpses won't look good.

Don't bother, Lieutenant. These people only understand pain.

Are you talking about pain?

May 14th

1937.

Llanes.

Franco's soldiers come into the city.

They rape all women.

Old women and young girls.

My wife

and my daughter too.

My little one was only six.

The pigs!

Casares.

July 19, 1936.

The Republican Police kills the town's priest and doctor.

The doctor was my father.

One less.

Scumbag!

Down.

Get down and don't move. Down.

Holy shit.

You started the war.

Yes. And you lost him.

When will you notice

that in this camp the Republic won the war?

Sing a verse.

Just one and I'll let you go.

Go.

Sings.

Facing the sun In a new shirt

You damn bastard!

-What comes to mind? -That you embroidered in red…

Sing.

Come on. Sing now.

Sing already! Sing, you cockroach!

Sing your anthem!

Sing, you cockroach!

Sing, you fascist pig!

Sing your anthem!

-Wake up, damned of this earth -Sing your anthem! Sing!

-Who are always forced to starve -Sing!

The law like embers in the crater hearth

-Now the breakthrough is coming with power -Now the breakthrough is coming with power

It's enough.

Enough, Dimitrov.

No.

It is enough.

My family...

...came from Leningrad.

The one who stays here.

-Not without my lieutenant. -Go.

-I'll stay with you. -That's an order!

Do something! They're killing him!

-Snout! Go away, Galicians! -You kill him!

-Get out, you two! -We are all Spanish!

We are all Spanish!

Go! Get on the ground now!

Faster!

-On the ground! -Faster!

Don't move! Hold still!

Face down!

Don't move!

-Hold still! -Go ahead!

Faster!

Tempo! Why are you standing still?

Further!

Come on! Movement!

Faster! Faster, I said!

Hold still!

Don't move!

-Hold still! -Go ahead!

My little one was only six.

The pigs!

My little one was only six.

The pigs!

My little one was only six.

No.

Please, I'm begging you!

Leave him. He is under protection.

Stand up.

Mr. warehouse manager, I am Lieutenant Salgado,

250th Division, 2nd Regiment, 1st Battalion.

Since arriving at the camp we have been treated like ordinary prisoners

and in the same barracks like murderers and rapists.

I want us to

in accordance with the Geneva Convention be treated.

The Germans are at war with the Soviet Union.

Not you.

You came here to kill civilians for no reason,

far away from your homeland.

You are mercenaries. You're worse than rats.

Who beat you up like that?

It was noble Not to betray your compatriots.

This is no time for pictures.

Her pictures are often sad.

There is also beauty in the world.

You just have to look for it. Don't stop drawing, Lieutenant.

Are you friends with murderers now?

He didn't kill your husband.

If not him, then it was someone like him.

WINTER 1944

Lieutenant?

Forgive me.

-How are you? -Good.

-We thought... -Welcome, Lieutenant.

-Thanks. -We thought...

Told you.

Manuel.

-This is Pablito. -Pablo.

The priest negotiated with the Urkas.

Hey!

The priest speaks out of fear.

I speak out of caution. We could all die.

And if we stay, right?

According to what they give you and did to the lieutenant?

Manuel is right. From a camp like that no one ever escaped.

Lieutenant, I don't like to contradict you. The Italians tried it.

Without success.

If so, the whole barracks will be punished.

Father, do you know what that is? Yes?

This reminds me of who we are.

We are soldiers. It is our duty to try.

How far is it? the nearest town away?

How much provisions would we need to survive?

Which direction would you go?

Where do you think from here? North, south, east and west are?

There are just hundreds of kilometers of wasteland here.

Well, I know it.

Afghanistan is already here.

And Russia is here.

Nobody said it was easy, okay?

But it is our only chance of survival.

We hide in the trucks.

They're taking us to Karaganda, from there we come to Afghanistan.

Exactly.

Well, we're going to need a compass.

And tobacco for the dogs.

Pablito stays.

We can risk our lives, but he is still a child.

When, Lieutenant?

When the snow subsides.

Before he thaws, it would be suicide.

So in spring.

Damn idiots.

Follows orders without asking questions.

Resistance is punished.

Anyone who steals food will be beaten up and no longer gets any food.

The storage of explosives is punished severely.

Escape or resistance...

Don't move! Stand still!

What is that?

Chew

and eat up.

You should eat it.

Here. Bon appetit.

Pablito, you keep learning.

Good.

Valencia?

Logroño, Pamplona, Santander, Murcia…

Müller.

Burgos, Leon…

I'm sorry.

Photographic memory.

What I read once I'll keep it forever.

How practical.

Artigas. What…

It's okay, man.

-No. -Do you know the Spanish kings?

The kings?

Yes.

Alfons.

Alfons.

-Xll. -Xll.

-Alfonso XII. -And further?

Further?

Who else was there?

-So… -XIII.

Alfons Xlll.

Alfons… XIV.

Alfonso XV, XVI, XVII.

Stop it. He has to concentrate. Take this seriously.

Yes? Really, Pablito, take this seriously.

-It will be useful to you. -For what?

For something. When we get out of here.

I worked on an assembly line when I was 12.

And?

And? I have orphanages behind me, the Urkas.

The kings never helped me. They don't help you either.

-One day you will return. -Where?

-Home. -Where is my home, Father?

-Hey! -Say it.

Quiet!

Be quiet!

They brainwash him. Shit.

Eladio, calm down. He is an Urka.

But he's a communist, man.

The Republic doesn't pay for it, that he becomes an altar boy.

Do you think that's normal?

We have to do something.

You've already done enough.

321!

321!

321!

321!

Come, Father.

I know that you love me from the Urkas.

Oraz talks a lot.

Did he give you a lecture?

If you knew.

You studied medicine, right?

Two years.

You need a job, to regain strength.

I know you have a revenge which Asturians want to prevent.

I want to nip this in the bud.

A ceasefire?

A ceasefire.

You should draw well.

Yes.

Oraz talks a lot.

-That doesn't work. -Quiet.

-No. -Shut your mouth!

Get out of here!

The Urkas trade with saliva of tuberculosis patients.

People do everything to avoid working in the mine.

You already know Aisulu.

Your new boss.

Like right now?

Wash the sick first. Afterwards, help me in the supply room.

She needs your help.

Until the new doctor comes.

They chopped off the old man's hands, because an Urka died on him.

But you can also go into the mine.

Her husband was executed.

Hopefully not in Leningrad.

Up, children of the fatherland

The day of glory has come

Against us is tyranny

Bloody banner raised

Bloody banner raised

What is he saying?

That he…

He has the Italian, the French and the Czech anthem.

He wants to hear the Spanish anthem.

Shit.

I am a Falangist

I remain a Falangist Until death or until victory

And that is why I serve Spain with joy

In service I move with the youth Into a fight...

If priests and monks knew That they will be beaten up

Would you sing with the choir

Freedom!

-I am a Falangist -Stop it!

I remain a Falangist Until death or until victory

If priests and monks knew...

Freedom!

What does he say?

He just wants a Spanish anthem.

I feel within myself

A sad feeling

I suffer, far away from you

And my heart is breaking

Never again

Will the sun bring me joy

In Spain's garden, my love

I will remain like a flower forever

When this cry of my bitter sorrow

Been carried to you by the wind

Send it back to me with love, Spain

My beloved Spain

I feel within myself

A sad feeling

I suffer, far away from you

And my heart is breaking

Never again

Will the sun bring me joy

In Spain's garden, my love

I will remain like a flower forever

When this cry of my bitter sorrow

Been carried to you by the wind

Send it back to me with love, Spain

My beloved Spain

A concert?

A spring concert in the camp.

In seven weeks.

There could be more talent here, than we thought.

Do you mean the Urka who plays the violin?

There are more like him.

We find them. We create a work plan.

The mine is not neglected.

Forget the mine.

We'll double your rations.

Boguslaw Lewandowski.

319.

The candidates don't have to go into the mine.

Holy shit.

What the hell was that before?

These holes are like lookout points.

With a little effort you can see Ría de Noia.

Ría de Muros.

Smartass.

Have a look. What do you see?

Holy shit.

This is Cuco's boat!

Oh man, Cuco!

There are sardines.

Cuco, work, you ass! You're just sitting around lazily!

Cuco, wave!

Hey!

Cu…

What is that?

This is a domra, our traditional instrument.

But there are no strings, right?

She doesn't need anything more.

Anything just to not work.

How come?

People from Noia are like wooden bells.

People from Muros are dangerous.

You!

Leave that. We don't need these little hands.

Yes, we need them, yes?

Don't listen to him. He does it well.

Do you play an instrument?

Palau is awesome, huh?

-Come on, time is money. -Don't tease me.

They're like sardines. They are delicious fried.

So delicious.

Father, what are you thinking about? They are so quiet. Hm?

He was surrounded by women.

-Yes? -It's not a sin to talk.

-What are you saying? -The priest is a Casanova.

We do it during the concert.

The guards have to deal with the guests there.

-It's going home. -We're leaving.

No more mine.

-No more mine. -No mine.

No more mine.

Sister!

A car fell on him. Here. Hold on.

It's nothing. You'll get through.

What are you looking at? Do something!

Listen. If something happens to him...

He won't die.

He has to survive.

Out! Let me work!

This is my brother. If he dies, you lose your hands.

Alcohol. Bring me alcohol.

Alcohol…

Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

That's not enough.

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

Do you speak Kazakh?

Oraz.

Oraz,

he married me.

"Oraz will teach me."

He teaches me. Oraz teaches me.

Thanks.

Fast! Get in with you! Go!

-Go in! -Hurry!

-Come on! -Faster!

-Don't dawdle! -Further!

-Go ahead! -Go!

Get in with you!

Just watch and listen.

Be quiet for a moment.

-You know Carballo from the workshop? -How could I not know him?

He had more power than the mayor.

Then you also know Remedios, his cousin.

Remedy, yes.

Remedios. I danced with her a lot.

-Oh yes? -At the Muros Festival, yes.

How do you know Remedios so well?

-Well… -I give.

-From dancing, I guess. -Oh.

I knew about her guy from Muros, was the smuggler.

-Oh, I don't know anything about that. -No?

People talk a lot.

People talk a lot, yes.

Gentlemen, I just collected a debt.

-Who wants to taste? -I.

We Germans have a beautiful word for thoughts of our homeland.

Thanks.

It comes from “home”, i.e. the place

the city where you are at home,

and “Weh,” which means “pain.”

So it's something like that like painful nostalgia.

The word is there in no other language.

German, say what you want, but we also have a word like that.

Then I was wrong.

My goodness.

Come on.

But do you have a wife

who is waiting for you at home?

Well, how should I know?

I hope so.

I had a photo.

Lost it in the war.

I don't know if I'll start...

…to forget her?

Come with me.

-Hm? -Come.

Her eyes are big.

Yes, big.

No.

Actually they are small. Small and kind of weird.

Good.

Hey, come on. Try it.

Go ahead.

How was her hair?

How was her hair? What color was it?

It was black.

Black.

Black, but almost brown.

Because it looked brighter in the sun.

But it...

And how was it otherwise? Wavy? Smooth?

Smooth. It was smooth.

Yes, smooth. And…

Smooth and long.

And her face?

Her face was...

It was kind of plump, you know?

Her face was plump.

It was like a…

Like a chestnut.

She had such a pointy chin.

She had a tiny little nose.

Small, very cute.

And when she laughed,

you could see her dimples.

Well, on both sides.

It looked like it was in her mouth brackets on both sides.

She laughed a lot.

Very much.

She was constantly laughing.

That's her.

That's her.

Are we friends now?

No.

We work there.

“Work”…

Hermida.

Hey, listen. The thing is…

Have you heard it?

The Ivans are already in Berlin.

The English and the Americans are there.

The Nazis lose is just a matter of time.

I know exactly what I will do first in Spain.

Eat a tortilla.

And you?

Franco offers everyone who wants to go back an amnesty.

A new beginning.

He only wants her after the war don't have it on your neck.

Nobody wants more wars.

These are not good times for optimists.

These are not good times.

Here.

I created a petition.

And personally signed.

And guess what?

I think this time...

I don't just think.

I am fully convinced...

...that this time...

…your request will be approved.

Thanks.

The thing with the concert has already happened Word got around in the camps.

Your men did a good job.

Let's toast.

Not just my men.

When you leave this camp,

these men will remain your enemies.

Have you forgotten that?

No.

My men noticed things.

Tobacco and kitchen utensils are missing.

Leaving without permission.

I would like to know

what's really going on here.

I am not a traitor.

Who will you be loyal to?

A group of mercenaries

Francoists,

Friends of the Nazis or…

…your own men?

Shit.

SPRING 1945

THE DAY OF THE CONCERT

Good evening, Comrade Marshal. Welcome.

Stir.

Come on, it's much warmer inside.

The concert is about to start.

Please, go in.

The concert will be great.

We rehearsed for over a week.

We found great people.

Greta will sing, and you will hear the dombra.

The violin and the dombra. Please, here are your seats.

We will soon hear an impressive voice.

After such a long journey you'll definitely want something to drink.

For you?

Very well.

Please.

With your permission I'll sit here next to you.

Reyes.

What did Nazarov want?

Just making a suggestion.

What is that?

Why do you have my letters?

I just found out.

Nazarov told you straight away.

The system…

...makes no mistakes.

Reyes.

Four years.

Four damn years.

Captain.

And the priest? Where is he?

He's not coming.

Let's go.

Wait. Someone is still missing.

What do you think?

Quickly, Hermida. Hurry up.

What is he doing here?

He's coming with me.

-Did you know about it? -And if?

Go.

When is the changing of the guard?

With a bit of luck let's see the second part.

With those blue eyes

As clear as the sea

I get lost in his gaze

And can't escape

The magic of his smile

Will always make me sigh

When I see his lips

My world starts turning

I never liked opera.

Have you seen the prisoner?

Who cares how she sings?

From here to Muros, my friend.

From here to Muros.

Pointless arguments

Pride is vanity

Words that hurt

Will this be the end?

And then comes the night

We hug each other

We kiss

And love shines again

With those blue eyes As clear as the sea

I get lost in his gaze

And can't escape

Artigas.

Rub yourself with tobacco.

Take this truck.

Yes i do.

Search this one.

I'll do it.

Come here.

I'll take this truck.

Hey! Stop! Wait!

A body is missing!

What's up?

Hey!

I hope you enjoyed the concert.

Have you heard

how good the violin and the dombra sounded?

The Dombra was out of this world, wasn't it?

Let's invite him to dinner.

If you ever come to Moscow,

Why not have dinner with us?

That would be great.

Comrade Nazarov.

Fast.

ONE MONTH AFTER

Get up.

Come on.

Everything good? Come on, let's go.

Further.

Come on.

Artigas sang.

One of the Galicians is dead. The other escaped.

Who?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Germany has surrendered!

Germany has surrendered!

The war is over!

8. MAY 1945 END OF WAR

Go!

Shoot!

-Caution! -Caution! He's here!

Father!

Shoot!

Have a look!

Who wants?

SUMMER 1947

Hey! Referee!

-Referee! -Over here!

That's a foul!

Help!

Foul!

-Referee! -Penalty!

Shit! Down.

I'm going out.

-Help! -Come on, get up.

It went wrong. Because of the sun.

Damn it, Father. Is the sun bothering you now?

Keep your mouth shut. Come on, shoot!

Get rid of it!

-Go! -Palau!

-Eladio! -Father, to the ball!

Damned.

Greta!

No!

-Come on, shoot! -Shoot!

Goal!

Palau! Barcelona, ​​what are you doing?

-Damned! -Goal! Come!

-Move. -Miner! Goal!

Just look.

Women leave again. The days of this camp are numbered.

We are next.

-Did they say where they were taking you? -Leningrad. Look for us there.

-Put these on. It's very cold there. -Palau, she has to go.

Yes? It keeps you warm.

What will he be called?

-Otherwise you'll leave without her. -Diego.

I love you, Diego. Both of you.

We you too.

-Yes, run! -Come on, Palau!

Next time I'll score, I swear.

The Kazakhs have us for our help invited to dinner.

And?

Aisulu goes too.

So make something of it.

Who knows how long they will last us let out of storage.

Which camp? There are only a few of us left.

Don't go too far away.

Artigas covers you.

I owe you one.

Yes, some.

What's going on?

Your thoughts are far away.

When we go,

come with me.

This is the country of the Kazakhs. My country.

A flower without roots dies.

There is also a country waiting for me.

Keep this.

I'll come and get it back.

It is filled with meat. It can be sheep or calf.

And that's called Baursaki. It's something like Spanish churros.

The main course is here!

Friends, the lamb's head is served,

for special, distinguished and respected guests.

Thanks.

Raqmet.

Ah, raqmet.

"Raqmet" is "thank you" in Kazakh.

-Raqmet. -Thanks.

Let's eat.

Tastes wonderful.

Anara wants to know who you were before you landed here.

I worked in my father's publishing house. who was executed.

The publisher was the only thing what was left of my family.

I was a chef in a hotel in Barcelona.

And I liked telling jokes. Yes.

Anara asks if you can tell one.

-Clear. -No!

-No, please don't. -But!

Better not.

Not a good idea.

Please don't.

So, there is a collective farm, like this one.

And suddenly that fucker Stalin shows up and...

I warned you.

The best was yet to come.

You have no sense of humor.

-Would it be funny... -Why were you in the camp?

You never told me.

Because I thought differently.

Who are you for?

For none of them.

I have no ideology. I have principles.

We Kazakhs

never thought

that the world would come here,

to our home, but Allah wanted it that way.

We thank you for that. We thank Allah.

Thank you, Allah.

And on our Lord.

Here's to whoever gets us out of here first.

Exactly.

Enjoy it. We have suffered enough.

Please.

Seven years without food.

Taste, Father.

Neither Nazarov nor the Communist Party is helping us.

-What? -And the Blue Division?

Franco will never admit that we are here.

-No? -No. He has no prisoners here.

And the party will never admit that we had no trial.

-They say we are deserters. -Are they leaving us to rot?

10, 15 years? For how much longer?

-We can't allow that. -Calm down.

-Nazarov has a suggestion. -As a gesture of the Soviet Union.

We support the revolution.

-And how? -We become Russian citizens.

Great. Should we also become communists?

There are no more communists in the country.

Stalin killed everyone.

Then I can leave because I'm Russian.

It's different with you.

You're here because of violent crimes. And yes, you are already Russian.

Okay, so what does it all mean?

We would work in companies and factories.

Well, we would be free.

But we would be Russians. We couldn't go back to Spain.

What do you think, Captain?

I want to get you out of here.

Don't change prisons.

Your list is very long.

All prisoners from this and the other camps.

men and women.

The risk is too high.

At this address in Spain a second payment awaits.

“Clara St”… your family?

Unimportant. They will be for our salvation pay well.

Can we trust this Nazi?

Nobody blames you.

Thanks.

Take care.

You too.

Roland Durban.

Eladio.

I'm really sorry.

-Claude Gaspard. -Palau.

We will miss you.

You me too.

-Have a good trip. -Thanks.

See you then.

-Giovani Busacca. -Walk with God.

Good luck.

Hey! Barcelonans!

One last one.

How do you measure the temperature in Russia?

In Stalingrad.

What? Flat?

Very flat.

Take care of your family.

I'll do it.

Goodbye.

Luciano Craspelli.

The fascist already has changed the bearings.

Mellein Palau.

Hey, soldier! Search that one.

They search her.

If they find Müller's list, it's our turn.

What is he doing?

-What is he doing? -Hey! Back in line!

-I told you. -Back!

He still collects the reward.

-He gives them the list. -Bring it on. What is that?

Show me.

This Nazi can't get away with this.

-Junqueras, stop. -Müller!

You Nazi pig! I'll kill him!

-Captain. -Let me!

Leave me, damn it!

Let me!

Paws off! Holy shit!

-Damn... -Stop!

Eladio!

Junqueras. Did they catch you?

Well, there's nothing there.

Hey.

Remember, Lord, we are but dust.

And man is like grass and like a flower that withers.

And…

And…

"I come with strong music, with my horns and drums.

I don't play marches only for celebrated winners.

I play marches for the defeated, slain.

Did you hear

would it be good to win?

I say falling is good too.

I beat the drum for the dead.

Vivat to those who lost.

And their warships sank at sea. And those who themselves sank at sea.

And the countless unknown heroes,

the biggest

well-known heroes."

Foreign Ministry

Please, señor. It happens very quickly.

-No, not again. -I'm sorry. It's just...

What do you want? I'm busy.

He's back. He won't leave until you receive him.

-What does he want? -I don't know.

No, that doesn't work. No!

All right, what do you want?

-Can you write? -Yes. And now?

Then make a note.

Esperanza Moreno. Antonio Castillo.

Antonio Barba Penas. Cesar Benítez Martinez.

Pablo Espinoza Gomez.

Abelino Gonzalez.

Tomas Bernal Aroca.

Diego Salgado Jarque.

Manuel Fernandez Collado.

Pablo Fernandez Carrasco.

Eladio Taraño Junqueras.

Yes, damn it.

Telmo Reyes Anguera.

Francisco de Asís Moreno Santos.

Father.

I'm so glad.

They're going home.

Yes, we both deserve some rest.

Not true?

Despite everything that happened,

it was nice to meet you,

Comrade.

Goodbye, Mr. Camp Manager.

I can smell it already.

What? Fabada?

Oh man.

What is fabada?

-You don't know Fabada? -No.

Beans, bacon, chorizo… It's the best dish in the world, Pablín.

Antonio Barba Penas.

Adelino Gonzalez.

Captain.

Lieutenant.

Martin Marias.

I thought you were there.

I thought you didn't.

Angel Turion.

David Obeso.

Jose de la Torre.

Thanks.

-Have a good trip. -Take care.

-Captain. -Domingo Correa Martinez.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Diego Salgado.

This is my home now.

-Take care of everyone. -Thank you for everything.

Eladio Junqueras.

It's my turn.

Then go.

I'm carrying you here.

Pablito.

Take care.

-Pablo Fernandez. -Soldier.

The boy isn't going anywhere. Take it off the list.

Hey, what's this?

The boy...

Captain.

He is a Soviet citizen, like all minors in the camp.

-Captain, what's wrong? -Here is the document.

Telmo.

I can't go with you?

Is this legally binding?

Enough to not extradite him.

-Telmo… -Bitch.

No.

-The boy won't get on the bus! -No! I'll take care of it.

Yes.

Pablito.

Leave me alone.

-Pablito! -Let me! I want to go back!

-Pablo! -Please!

Pablo.

Learn about the Spanish kings. Yes?

-What? What are you talking about? -Get in.

Come on. Come on, Pablito. Fast.

Go ahead.

Hey!

Can someone tell me what's going on here?

The bus leaves.

I'm driving to the next checkpoint,

show the document and take the boy with you, okay?

This document?

What the hell are you doing?

Guard!

Hey!

Shoot him.

Exactly 400 pesetas.

First time in Spain?

You will have the power, to decide for yourself

whether they belong to a military bloc Want to belong or not.

No to NATO! No bases!

We don't want military blocs.

-Yankees out! -Yankees out!

Good afternoon, Lieutenant.

I'm Reyes.

Captain Telmo Reyes.

You...

…always kept it.

She wanted you to have it.

Captain.

Lieutenant.

Captain.

Do you remember what Oraz said?

No man is freer

as the prisoner.

FOR MY MOTHER

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING

THE Ceasefire

Subtitles by: Marek Weber