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CHAOTIC ANA

The falcon is a unique hunter.

When he flies past you,

you can't see him, but you can hear him.

That son of a bitch

is built like a projectile.

His head is completely round

and the nostrils are so developed

that the air,

that pushes in at this speed,

doesn't make him burst.

When falcon hunting

the falcon rises

400 meters vertically upwards.

And from up there

he sees his prey,

puts his wings on

and has more than 300 km/h on it,

when he reaches the prey...

Look!

See those claws?

Those hooked claws

it's already at the top

and keeps it ready.

But the most important thing about the falcon is

his eyes.

Without his brilliant eyes

he wouldn't be a hunter.

They shit on him.

Birdies!

What are you waiting for?

I have to clean his eyes.

let him fly, otherwise she will escape!

She won't, sir.

Where can I see more of you?

With me.

Can I come to you?

I'm Justine. -Ana.

This is my father.

Hello.

Hello. - German.

My God, you are natives!

Can I?

Ana, have you studied?

Apart from your life...

Have you been to school?

I taught her everything what I knew.

And more.

And I learned everything for her...

Not for me.

Mathematics, literature, philosophy...

Story...

History is not my thing.

History connects.

Every single one of us is part of it.

We carry them within us, in the depths of our memory.

Yes.

I like history.

To know her

and also,

to protect myself from her.

The history of humanity is a collection of atrocities,

Violence and injustice.

I often feel ashamed for the human species.

Nobody is without guilt.

But here we feel less guilty.

We don't hurt anyone.

Yes, this cave protects you.

To live like this today is a poetic act.

What others think we are not interested.

Of course not.

Ana.

I would like to suggest something to you.

I invite you to Madrid,

for the next ones

two or three years.

Others live there extraordinary young people,

which I personally selected.

I am a patron.

You don't have to worry about anything.

My residence covers the costs for maintenance

and the materials.

I dreamed it.

Almost exactly the same.

Too precise.

Almost the same woman.

But in my dream did you fall into the sea?

By itself, without my intervention.

You're a monster of a father.

A brown monster.

A cave dad.

You are a monster

from a father.

I'll write to you.

Beloved brown monster,

Here in Madrid I'm like one Natives outside the reservation.

Yes, I'm a bit out of line.

I laugh, you know how...

And I'm not afraid...

... of nothing.

I feel freer I like that.

But I also feel your hand,

who holds me tightly,

and I like that too.

Thanks, Monster.

Justine's residence resembles an abandoned palace

and we are the squatters.

But there is no leader.

Not even Justine.

She lives outside of Madrid.

We have lessons every morning in painting, music, video...

We can choose but the lessons are compulsory.

If you don't show up, you're thrown out. Basta.

Those guys are disgusting.

Big, running cocks.

Actually, everyone is a rapist.

Some suppress it,

but the instinct remains, until death.

And we, what are we? - We? We are whores.

Come!

Do you see?

We're trying to get her excited.

We attract them but always at a distance.

Then we choose.

We're opportunistic bitches.

We are whores and they are rapists. - Since time immemorial.

And what are they?

They rape each other. But they are whores like us.

And those who take money? - Prostitute?

Work whores.

And you are a lesbian?

No, but I would like to be.

And you? The girl from Ibiza? - Yes, Ana.

I'm Linda.

My favorite eye.

Because what I see with my eyes

the tyranny in the world, pisses me off.

But this world is mysterious,

no god rules there,

sometimes not even me. - You know what, Linda?

Your name suits you better and better.

No, he doesn't.

It's not even my name. - Oh yes?

Who does it belong to then? - My father's boat.

"El Linda".

Your name is like his boat?

He no longer has the boat.

He was a lonely sailor, who fell in love with my mother.

He traded his boat against an apartment in Cadiz.

And when you came, he named you after his boat.

Sounds nice. - Maybe from the outside.

It sucks from the inside.

My father is an egoist, who can't love anyone.

And my mother is an idiot.

She's getting smaller day by day,

at some point it disappears completely,

then the wind carries them away.

My mother left when I was little. I never saw her again.

That really sucks.

The boat, was it a sailboat?

That's better.

I stand on the earth,

very firmly.

I have to be careful...

... hold on to something.

You are beautiful.

Ana, Klaus' daughter, an extraordinary man.

A monster, like you've never seen before.

Beloved monster,

I'm open to everything here.

I particularly like performances, their transience.

Lord, how long should death last?

As long as women have children.

Until the genders unite.

The male with the female.

Neither male nor female.

God's opponent will advance.

And what about you?

Aren't you a true man?

I become the work of women.

Do you want to destroy my work?

You, woman, are fornication itself,

you are standing in the way of perfection.

The born macho.

I am the son of a god without a goddess.

We Jews transform our goddesses in witches.

Since then, heaven has reigned the patriarchy.

I thought you were a socialist. - Also.

The rich won't go to heaven.

And the women?

Can we come in?

Don't seduce me,

Woman! - That's why I exist?

You know what, monster?

We are very free here,

and we owe that to our superior from France.

He is from the Sahara, but his mother was Berber.

The Berbers or Amazigh live in a matriarchy.

That is, the women give the cultural essence continues.

They are monogamous, and divorce is permitted.

That's why they are hated in Arab countries.

They were always excluded.

The Amazigh women

raise their sons very well.

They make good men out of them.

I like that.

But the film is missing something.

It feels unfinished.

This is Said, he lives upstairs, he is like from another world.

He paints like you and studies five subjects at the same time.

Said is a true genius.

An extraordinary man. Unique.

Are you into him?

No.

Nobody gets it.

How do you like it?

It's the perfect place for me,

as if he was expecting me.

Ana,

learn to paint in oil!

The wax crayons give your pictures something naive.

You have to free your subconscious

and paint more from the depths.

I paint to forget myself, to escape.

I don't want depth.

What's up?

I don't know.

Let's go!

Do you want to accompany me to sleep?

Accompany you?

Yes.

I don't sleep well. I suffer.

I sleep well and never dream. - Really?

Sometimes I dream during the day, but never while sleeping.

The door inside me is closed. - I would like that too,

close the door.

Well, then we'll stay inside.

I still have one door locked.

Maybe it's the same but I would like to open it.

I've never been in love.

Me neither.

A house in heaven

A garden in the sea

A lark in your chest

A new beginning

Longing for the stars

A sparrow heartbeat

An island in your bed

The setting sun

Time and silence

Screams and singing

Heaven and kisses

Voice and sorrow

Born in your laughter

Grew up in your tears

Lived on your back

Died in your arms

Time and silence

Screams and singing

Heaven and kisses

Voice and sorrow

What's up?

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to wake you.

These are my nighttime anxiety attacks.

I wanted to sleep with you, to help you.

You can't do that. - But.

You see everything black right now. - No.

I don't live in darkness.

I live in the brightest light.

Sometimes I see the end,

and then I see nothing,

because there is nothing there.

But.

It's pointless! Life is a waste of time!

We met.

Have patience!

It's not a waste of time.

Did you know that Justine Keeps 60% of our works?

What do you think?

It doesn't bother me

because without them we wouldn't be here.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

There's something!

I smell that.

AFRAID OF BEING IN LOVE

Good Good.

Is the smile a yes?

Come on, tell the eye!

The extraordinary man.

No, that doesn't exist.

Cool.

You are amazing.

And, and, what is he like?

He's not a running dick, you were right.

Nice shit. It would be better in bed.

He is much more.

He is much more...

Is he fair game? or do you keep it to yourself?

I have something to tell too. Mine isn't a rapist either.

Did you film that?

Yes, as a commissioned work.

I don't believe in God. The woman is my only goddess.

So you are from whore to goddess.

Exactly.

Lucas suits you well. - Do you find?

And where is your Sultan?

He is studying.

He studies... or rest.

"Democratic Arabs Sahara Republic."

How is your country? - I don't know it.

Only on the map.

We are not allowed live in our country.

Why not?

It was a Spanish colony, right? - Yes.

But 30 years ago the Spanish extradited us to Morocco.

They attacked us, banished us to the desert of Algeria

and built a mined wall,

with the help of the Americans.

And you, where do you come from?

I grew up in a refugee camp in Algeria, in the Hamada desert,

one of the most desolate areas on earth.

The winters are freezing cold,

and in summer it gets hot up to 60 degrees.

If you have someone with us hell on earth wishes

you say: "May God send you to Hamada."

And these are your parents? - No.

Look!

This is my mother.

She died next to my father in the war against the Moroccans.

She was Berber.

My father was Bidan.

My mother fought by his side, out of love.

And that's you? - Yes.

I am a war orphan,

like everyone else here.

Not knowing your own country! - Even the UN doesn't recognize it.

Are you political?

Everything I do, I do, to help my country someday.

I wish you with all my heart, that it works.

With...

... your molecular biology

or with whatever you want.

When biology is at its end,

everything is over.

Our soul only has meaning through biology.

We have to find a way to make biology infinite.

Well, then you better keep learning.

Do you want us to be infinite, you and me?

Yes.

Awesome.

We still have so much time.

I finally found you.

Beloved cave monster,

a man chose me, finally.

It's like I have it always loved

and would have just lost him.

My most beloved daughter,

this is the most beautiful news, that you have ever written.

I have all day thought about it.

Congratulations on your discovery, that love is a treasure.

I have no maternal instinct.

Why? How do you know that?

Because I want Said for myself, without children in the way.

So Lucas wakes me up already a mother instinct.

That doesn't suit you at all.

Life is full of contradictions.

Women even more so.

Five times lobster.

And the usual white wine. - Thanks.

This is Jowoskaja, someone on hypnosis specialized psychologist.

In the USA she is an authority.

Your latest book is so interesting. -Oh! Many thanks.

What are you doing in Madrid?

We held a conference on the topic of hypnotic regression.

Tomorrow I'm flying back to L.A.

These young artists live with me.

Brown monster, You never told me about that.

Ana, what is it?

Take it easy!

I'm falling!

You're getting smaller and smaller.

I'm with you.

Don't let me go! Your hand!

Look, I won't let you fall!

Where are we?

This is a dream!

I was dreaming. - Really?

How are you doing? - Good.

What are you doing here?

You felt really bad yesterday. Don't you remember?

The lobsters.

You had a bad time.

It looked like you were being killed. - Why isn't Said there?

He's gone.

We looked for him at night, but no trace of him.

I need to talk to Justine.

She is this morning went to Paris.

Maybe there is a message. - Ana, I've already looked.

It's strange he took everything with him.

I wanted to tell you.

I dreamed about Said. My first dream, and it was there.

A good sign. - Sure.

Ana, last night

The one at the next table has you hypnotized.

First came Jowoskaya, this psychologist over.

But she held their student more suitable.

He wanted to be alone with you.

He has you transported into a hypnotic dream.

Please don't leave me like that!

I would never understand it.

Listen, Ana!

The hypnotist was very interested in you.

He gave me his number, We should definitely call him.

Call him! Maybe he knows something about Said.

Hello, this is Linda, Ana's friend,

that you hypnotized.

She just woke up. - I want to hypnotize her again.

It's important, especially for them.

Please ask from me!

She says yes. When?

Right now, if possible.

The impressions are still fresh, it's easier there.

Do you know anyone who speaks Arabic? - Yes, Said.

Ana, don't worry, you will understand it later.

Understand what? Why Said is gone?

He was with you during the hypnosis and helped me.

With what?

Until he got scared. - Why?

Ana, do you have memories who are not from your life?

Or visions, that you haven't experienced?

Or the feeling to have already lived other lives?

Before I met Said, never.

Yesterday you were with Said Arabic spoken.

But he didn't want to translate.

Listen...

I hypnotize you, because you want it.

Have no fear!

You can choose whether you want to remain conscious,

to remind you of everything or unconscious.

Unconscious, please.

Go as far as you want and tell me later!

I'm only interested in Said and his disappearance.

Ana,

you and I have since yesterday a hypnotic connection.

Whenever you see me hear counting from ten to zero,

and only with your consent,

you fall into a hypnotic sleep.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three...

Incredible, that you don't speak Arabic.

What?

You have in the most beautiful Arabic spoke to me in Hassania.

Said's language, the language of the Sahrawis.

We saw you die in the desert. - With him?

You spoke to him, as he died in your arms.

What did I say? - It was incomprehensible.

You cried, cried a lot. Look at you!

And me, how did I die?

Birds.

Ana.

I want for a while stay close to you,

to explore your subconscious.

I can help you, Ana.

I think deep inside you lies an abyss.

Dear cave dweller,

I haven't written in so long because so much has happened.

Justine is on the third floor Left to Linda and me

and a new friend, Anglo.

That's what we call him because of his accent. He's from Los Angeles.

Said disappeared overnight,

without telling me why.

He left a void in me.

I have his room.

Who could do better than me live in a desert?

They knock on the door,

but I won't open the door.

They knock on the door,

Anglo will open it for me.

I trust him.

Did you know about my doors?

Dearest Ana,

Seeing you like this makes me sad, but,

that is the danger when you leave your home.

These little misfortunes will help you live your life.

That's what it's all about,

to know how to live, to know how to die.

Concerning your visit. Wait and see, stay there!

I can't help you now nor should I.

You have to solve this yourself.

You don't want me to come?

The thing with the doors I don't understand.

Explain it better in your next letter!

I've never seen snow before. I have to tell you about it.

This is the second highest mountain in the world. The K2.

And this is Ana, an eight-thousander. - What?

You have this mountain climbed 70 years ago,

it is more than 8000 meters high.

You loved a married man, who promised to leave his wife.

When you didn't believe him anymore, you're on the mountain with four feminists.

It's always the same problem with the men:

They shouldn't be trusted, especially the sensitive ones.

They're the worst. Like Lucas...

He fucks everyone.

Certainly even Justine.

I saw their looks.

Not Justine. - Why? She's totally awesome.

She's constantly getting slimy, calls us goddesses just to fuck.

Now everyone is a rapist again. - Something like that.

But we are less and less whores.

I've had enough of men.

Let's go to the mountain, comrade!

You were the first woman that rose so high.

But you stayed up.

I saw you freeze.

Ana, I have it on film.

But it was a sweet death.

Ana,

maybe the visions will stop, when you see the videos.

Hello. - Hello.

Hello, my dears.

How's Ana's hypnosis going?

Well, it gets easier every time. But she doesn't dare to see them.

He can hypnotize me as much as he wants, but...

...I prefer not to see anything. There is so much suffering.

Too many rapists in your life.

In your life.

At some point you want to know everything,

and that will be good for you.

You will be able to look at it.

The videos we during hypnosis are yours,

you know that.

Can I see the last one?

I climbed the mountain, to forget you.

No.

I climbed the mountain, so that you perceive me,

to meet you, but you didn't come.

I gave up my life and came, to find out

whether you have given up yours,

your wife, your children... for me.

I'm ice cold.

Now I'm alone.

I saw my friends die. Nobody will find us.

Relax, Ana, it's me.

I am here to save you.

I'm disappearing,

but I see you.

You're smiling at me...

So much suffering!

Thanks for coming.

I can't stand it!

You are so gentle.

What are you doing? Come!

Come on, my blonde!

No wonder you're horny, if you stay loyal to a guy,

who simply ran away.

Was I once a man?

Until now you have always been a woman,

and always a young one.

So I always died tragically,

never a natural death.

The less I know, the better.

Anglo...

Have you ever taken advantage of me? During one of the many hypnosis sessions?

I mean sexually?

No, never. Of course not.

I believe you.

It wouldn't bother me if you did.

I wouldn't remember anyway.

If I please you, do you have my permission.

I'd rather do it with you awake.

I want nothing more.

Only under hypnosis.

Beloved Cave Father, you're right.

I'd better not come, until I solve my problems.

Don't worry about the doors! I'm fine.

Ana. This was by far our best session.

Your lives are getting older. - Not my lives, my deaths.

How long was I gone? I'm hungry. - One day.

But you ate yesterday. Not much, but...

I'm naked... - I bathed you,

you were soaked in sweat.

Two very important people were there.

Two masters of hypnosis.

One from Russia, the other from Mexico.

They showed me new ways.

Ana, your case is unique.

We found life in you, which are over 1000 years old.

Some you say almost nothing about but others

are fascinating stories.

We can go further.

I suggest you to go to the end.

Or rather to the beginning.

Why is all this happening to me?

I don't know, whether you were all these women

or whether you through hypnosis

you can get in touch with them, to her memories...

Sometimes it's just pictures.

But one thing is for sure, they are part of you.

This is your mess, Ana.

Who am I then?

What if I don't have dreams of my own?

Why don't I dream in my sleep? - Because you're afraid of yourself, Ana.

Secretly.

If you already contact to other lives,

who are lost in time,

Check them out!

I want to ask you for something,

about something new.

Hypnotize me conscious! - That's progress.

But for now only to the Sahara,

where I lived with Said.

I don't want to remember death. Just the beautiful moments with him.

I'm filming it.

No, you don't.

That's what I'm doing here.

This is too intimate.

I'm now counting from ten to seven.

With each number your body becomes stiffer and heavier.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven...

Your whole body becomes stiff, hard and heavy.

But only your body.

Your mind is weightless.

You can, if you want, in two parts,

leave your body here in bed.

I'm now counting from six to four

and you no longer feel your body.

Six, five, four...

You can the eyes leave it open during hypnosis.

The more you see

the deeper you step into hypnosis.

Now please imagine

that you are running along a mountainside.

On one side is the sea...

You are looking for the entrance to a cave,

to a specific cave.

You feel the breeze on your face

and hear the sound of the waves.

Suddenly you spot them.

It's your cave, Ana.

You go in.

You are all alone.

You become aware that the walls are full of doors,

they are closed.

Your subconscious

will select a door.

You stand in front of the chosen door.

Now open it carefully.

You enter.

And if I from three

count to one,

you step into another time

and into another room of your choice.

Three, two,

one, zero.

Is it real life?

Yes, it is the Sahara Republic.

My country. - How old are you?

I don't know, I'm a girl. - What's your name?

Saida.

A man on a camel.

My father. I got lost,

he's coming for me.

Now we are moving forward

through Saida's life.

I count again from three to zero

and you let your subconscious

select an important reminder.

Three, two,

one, zero.

Where are you now, Saida? How old are you?

There's something wrong with me.

We are at war.

I don't know what I have.

People care about me.

Are you hurt?

Now I have it. I'm about to give birth.

Is your husband there?

No. I don't see him.

Yasir!

That hurts terribly!

I had a child by him! - Congratulations, Saida!

Now I'm counting again from three to one.

Your subconscious should us to another moment

bring of your choice.

Please wait!

A mother is also born. I'm overjoyed.

Thank you, Saida.

Thanks.

Yasir! This is the happiest day of my life!

Three, two,

one, zero.

Where are you now, Saida?

In the prison camp.

Moroccan soldiers are guarding us.

Where is my son?

Now I remember. A soldier took him away from me.

There's Yasir! He's coming to save me.

No!

Get me out of here, please!

Take it easy!

You're almost out.

Three. Go back to the door in the cave!

Two. Leave the cave!

One. Everything goes black.

Zero.

You're here again.

Craziness!

And my father's ass, puts my mother on the street.

In a fit of selfishness

he has the apartment exchanged for a boat.

Men are unbearable.

I can not anymore!

I have nothing left for men,

absolutely nothing.

Ana, to hell with this macho world,

that makes us rot inside.

When it comes to conscience, We women are completely alone.

Finally forget this Said!

Think about yourself, damn it!

Take your inner self seriously!

What you don't want to see must mean something.

I'll cut it together. Let's see if you get it then!

The worst thing about my father is

the fucker has himself bought back the same boat.

"El Linda."

He makes it clear to sail to New York.

Ana. I have news from your father.

His house is forcibly evacuated. - The cave? -Yes.

How do you know that?

From your friends from Valencia. - The San Juans.

Your father is with them for now.

I have to go. He dies outside the cave.

It'll be fine. Alone in the cave is probably stupid anyway.

That's why I shouldn't come.

He fought and didn't want to worry me.

Ana, you'd better hurry up.

Your father needs you as quickly as possible.

He still doesn't drive

not even with you? - No.

Let's go.

Ana...

...your father is sick.

Isn't it a fiesta here?

He didn't want you to come, before he gets better.

But he has cancer.

Now he knows that he is going to die.

Because I walked away.

Don't say that! - Then not.

But I will always think so.

He wants to dance with you, like when you were a girl.

Hold me tight, Maria

Hold me tight

Today is the coldest night

And I can't sleep

Hold me tight, Maria

Hold me tight

I'm scared and don't know where to go

Tomorrow when you wake up

I'll be very far away

Nothing will happen

I've survived worse

I should never see you again

Forget that I made you suffer

Because I don't want to disappear

Without anyone remembering me

Hold me tight, Maria

Hold me tight

Today is the coldest night

And I can't sleep

Hold me tight, Maria

Hold me tight

I'm scared

And don't know where to go

I was the happiest man on earth.

Because I had you.

Hold me tight

One day I will return to you

And we run away together

Hold me tight, Maria

Hold me tight

I'm scared

And don't know where to go

I'm scared

and don't know where to

I'm alone and happy, damn it!

Free!

I am free!

Linda!

Linda, is it you?

Are you trying to punish me?

Then you've done it.

Ishmael, you don't know me,

I'm Ana.

And otherwise?

So, I am now your stowaway.

That's just how it is, but I will help you.

That's what I was missing!

Sorry, it was me,

I pulled the rope.

This is my boat.

You smuggled yourself in. - I know.

I heard you want to go to New York...

Linda!

I'm Linda's friend!

Dear cave monster,

I'm here in the Atlantic.

The souls of the dead aren't going anywhere, are they?

You can only fly to invade the living.

I don't want to fly.

I just want to be with you.

So you're Linda's friend?

That's what you shouted in the water.

Is that why you turned back?

No.

Do you want to know what does your daughter think of you?

Don't believe everything you hear!

We lived together.

What time is it there?

I'm only interested in the now.

Me too.

From here.

Hold on tight!

Don't let go!

I've never had so much time spent with a man

who wasn't my father.

tomorrow in the afternoon we enter Manhattan.

I would like to stay there for a few months.

New York, a new life.

After that I'll follow the coast, towards the south.

No hurry, all the way to Brazil.

I want the boat Rent out together with the team.

If you stay with me, I'll teach you how to sail.

I do not know yet, what I do.

Everything in its time.

Unfortunately, I'm not your prince charming. - But almost.

You are always close to me.

How did you find me? - About Linda's father.

I was just on his boat.

Will you continue sailing with him?

Why are you here? - Sorry, Ana.

I just had to see you.

We did a lot of research. - Oh yes?

For the final session to the origin. - What's the point?

Look where I am now! This is New York.

The most open city in the world. - And far away from your life.

Right? But you know what?

You are closer to yourself than ever before.

Running away has you brought closer to your origin.

How will I die this time?

Look at me!

I missed you so much.

I love you so much.

You think I'll meet him again, right?

This is already the Indian reservation.

Look, monster, there is a cave!

I really wanted to see you.

It broke my heart when you left without saying goodbye.

I understood you and felt guilty.

And why are you here?

To help you understand if you let me.

Is it even further back this time? - Yes.

2000 years.

What's wrong, Ana?

It hurts.

Then let's go outside. You have to feel comfortable.

Something happened to you here and that is still very close to you.

She noticed it too.

What happened? - We don't know for sure.

That's why I let you come. On!

Mother, mother, mother

Of good people

Of good people

She asks you to take it. Trust her, Ana!

I have nothing mystical.

Come on, Ana! We stand by you.

Ana, don't be afraid!

We are reunited.

Say my name, you know me. Say it.

Osdad Ciaca.

That's your name!

The first time. - For your people:

"The Goddess of Life".

At what age was I exterminated? - At 22.

What a horror! I'm still 21.

I am alive, in you.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five...

We have a surprise from Madrid for you.

Hello, Ana.

First:

I miss you very much, You probably realize that.

What else...?

A lot has changed. My mother sleeps in your bed.

I should say thank you.

She knows that you are with my father you're on the boat,

on "El Linda".

But...

she's doing much better without him,

She didn't know that, so it's good.

And me...?

You'll laugh your ass off,

I'm back together with Lucas.

I am a goddess again,

among many.

But I'm used to that. And you?

Wind in your sails? - That's called "tailwind".

Whatever.

Exactly.

The wind.

Let him drive you, beloved friend!

Dearest friend... Bird friend.

Who are you?

Osdad Ciaca.

Stop, please!

Ana, the man you loved dethroned you.

He killed the goddess and your people fell into a fratricidal war.

Show her the end!

Take off your feathers immediately!

What happens to the feathers?

He is dressed like a bird.

His brothers will be evil.

I won't go with you like that.

Your pride makes me sick.

Put the ax away immediately!

Don't be a monster!

Strike again,

and you're rid of me forever!

At the hour of death she appears in full splendour,

she acquires wisdom and speaks to you.

You have to listen to her.

She scares me.

Then be brave!

But I'm not.

Ana, deep down you are brave, the bravest of all.

You have an outstanding one human conscience,

but a female, it is the life instinct

no death instinct.

You have to open up and explore it. - I don't have to do anything.

Whatever you say, princess.

I am free.

And I never liked mothers.

The cassette is yours.

You have a calling you have to look for them.

I am not called.

Please hypnotize me for the rest of the trip.

Ten,

nine, eight,

seven, six,

five,

four, three,

two, one, zero.

And now relax, it was a very hard day.

Don't think about anything!

I understand you, love.

I understand you.

Closed!

I open in two hours.

You're way too late.

But you can have a crepe.

How do you want them?

With sugar.

How did you get here? - Justine.

She found me and told me where you are.

Your shop? - No.

From a friend.

And how are you?

Well, I'm trying to live my life.

If they let me live this.

This is the present, and now you're barging in here!

No, stay there!

Please.

This place is ideal for me,

as if he was expecting me.

And? How was it in Guantanamo?

Guantanamo?

Yes, I feared the worst, when you were just gone.

Ana,

Please forgive me!

Five dollars, please.

Ana,

after your attack,

that everyone has seen

I had one, but no one was there.

I understood that I can't help you can without hurting you.

What did you say to me in Arabic? And what did I answer?

You understood that when biology ends,

not everything ends.

The soul has a different biology.

You said at the end

be nothing.

But no, we multiply.

Dying is fulfilling, it does not empty us.

Let's go for a walk!

And did you do it?

to make biology infinite? - No.

Do you mean without death? could we love passionately?

I don't want to live forever.

I just want to live with you.

That is my wish.

And this is my window.

That doesn't matter.

Excuse me.

Is there another woman?

Excuse me, you don't ask that.

The main thing is that we found each other.

Now our life together begins.

Where are we going?

In your desert?

Yes. "God bless us send to Hamada."

Hamada. - Okay.

Even if we die together,

eaten by birds.

You know what happened too, right?

With that I want to say, I'm going with you.

Wherever you want to go.

Come on, say yes!

I would be happier than ever.

Ana,

I wasn't Yasir,

the Sahrawi you loved so much.

Why not? How do you know that?

I am Said, his son.

Also the son of Saida.

My parents were prisoners in a camp.

A soldier took you there your child away.

My mother was a well-known Berber,

with an ancient history.

She had the strength within her other wise women,

the Amazigh women,

who lived before her.

The Moroccans threw them alive to be eaten by the birds.

They thought

this would change her soul disperse in the air.

The only, what they gave back to my people,

was this ring.

So I was your mother.

Your brown mother monster.

Good thing you weren't with us.

I saw him. It's him, for sure.

Who?

That bigwig there in the private room.

One of the fuckers

who thought up the Iraq war,

who killed our Paco.

We are here, Ana, don't be afraid!

We walk together, all together.

We are with you, always with you.

Italian?

Italian-Americans.

Wait!

The other half is yours.

Then he sucked on it.

I love Italians.

You're being teasing!

If I want.

And you? - With women I like.

And with men you like?

What do you do with them?

Send the works so that they die?

I didn't invent war.

But they were men like you.

But deep inside, you definitely have a heart.

You can't be that bad.

My lips feel that.

They also have good things in them.

Even if you don't believe it.

Where do you come from?

Spain. - Latin America?

It's clear, it's the same for you.

In half an hour.

Suite 2000. Wait for me at the door!

In an hour. I still have to work.

I do this for your sake, so that no one gets suspicious.

And you are waiting here for me!

I'll come to you soon.

Come here, you Hispanic beauty!

Spain.

I am Spanish.

In Europe, under France.

Are you European? - Yes.

In this life, yes.

I was also North American before. - Really?

Yes, a real North American.

Indian.

And some time ago,

in another past life,

I was Arab. - Arab?

I speak Arabic. - You are...

...not a terrorist after all?

Do I look like a terrorist?

I'm a sex terrorist.

So, give me a blow job! - I'm not a whore.

I'll pay you if you want that. - No.

Your market is not mine.

I'm here because I want to.

Even if you don't believe it.

And I give myself to you.

Because you are obvious

not the type to give.

You're the type

who takes.

All women are whores.

And all men are rapists.

I just know If I pay, you're better.

If you want, I'll pretend like I don't want to fuck

and you can rape me.

You smell great.

I taste even better.

It is a poetic act, it is unimportant.

Do you believe, can you shit in my face?

Crap, sorry, I was wrong.

I thought there was something good in you, but no!

Fuck you, you little bitch!

Don't let her get away with it!

Don't listen to him, let's get out!

The worst person who ever killed me!

Even if you kill me 2000 times...

... I will be born again.

You can't defeat me,

because I am the mother of good people!

I will have an army of children,

and they will be good people.

This is a Doric column...

...and I'm Greek.

FOR MY SISTER ANA WHO WENT.

FOR MY DAUGHTER ANA WHO CAME.

Ana's pictures come from Ana Medem, she painted them between 1989 and 2001.

The adaptations are by Sophia Medem.