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Mum!

Very well, Guiu. Keep it up!

Don't slack off.

Biel, overtake me!

Dídac!

Wait, there's people.

Dídac, go ahead!

Come on, mom, faster! Or we'll never make it!

Come one, Biel.

I’m coming.

STRANGE RIVER

Look, a fountain.

-Hey Biel, a river. -We'll keep going.

Let's go.

-Quick. -We’re sleeping in a hostel.

We can’t spend that much.

If you hadn’t quit your job to join that cooperative.

-What does it say here, Monika? -The water is not drinkable.

Dad, mom, can we dive in?

-No. Come on, Biel, Guiu, Dídac. -Please.

-Please... -No, no.

-Please, it's really hot. -Let's go.

Come on, we're leaving.

What is this, a dictatorship?

Dídac! Come on!

Splash some water on your neck.

-I want some water too. -What are you doing?

Dídac, please put on some sunscreen.

It is not drinkable.

Let's see where we are.

-Mom, stop. -Biel, you'll get sunburn.

Well, you put it on then.

-Sunscreen, Guiu. -Don't drink the water.

Do you like it, Biel?

It’s not that cold!

Whose idea was this?

It’s psychological.

Mine!

Oh, this is great.

Damn it.

A catfish, Biel, watch out.

-Look. It’s full of fish. -Stop.

I just saw one here. Amazing.

Look, there’s another one here.

Oh, the catfish.

“You have to see...

...what he is doing."

"You must see what he is doing...”

Aren't you cold?

A little. You?

I'm fine.

You haven't had dinner.

I’m fine.

Can you help me?

Here.

“You should see him now

When he walked by, plants stood tall

And the groundwater gushed forth

When he touched with his stick

It must be true

When he looks up to the storm...”

From here on, I don’t know it so well.

"When he looks up to the storm...

The cloud mass opens up

And teases the clear brightness of day

But...

But what is he doing, you must see him

A single instant, and then he flees

And then he flees, just like I avoid him

A terrible being who disturbs everything”

“Does he get along with people?"

"I can't understand him."

"Does he know, like we do,

of empty days feeling old and insignificant?

Does he know about human suffering?"

Mum?

Before, there was more water.

It was all so different.

How old were you then?

Sixteen, like you.

I'm sorry about the dates.

I couldn't do anything.

They are decided by Lliure Theatre.

It's always the same.

Either that or the National Theatre.

Everything revolves around you.

You'd rather be with your friends.

You’re the one who brought me here...

It might be our last summer together.

What do you mean?

When did you grow up so fast?

Shall we go to sleep? - Yes. I'll be right there.

-Good night. - Good night.

-I love you. -Me too.

What are you doing?

Why are you reading?

Are you stupid?

But what's your problem?

-Damn, just wait. -What are you doing?

-Do it later, alright? -I feel like reading now.

I gave you dinner.

And look at what you're doing.

Don't ask me for anything later.

Fuck.

You had already done it, right?

I’m going to kill it.

Don't kill it!

Don't kill it!

It's cute.

What are you doing?

How can I get it out?

Grab it with your hand.

No, I'll get stung.

-Can I tear this page out? -No.

It's mom's book!

You shouldn’t have taken it.

Little bug... It's harmless.

-Don’t move -Come on, get it out.

-Come on -Don't push me, I'll drop it.

It’s very cute.

Now get out.

-No, I'm staying. -What?

-You slept here yesterday. -I don’t care. Oh, sweets!

-Not for you. - Please...

You're sleeping with mum and dad tonight.

-Sweets! - Leave or we'll kick you out.

OK, have some, but don't tell mum and dad.

-More. -No, no more.

Get out.

-These sweets are rubbish. -Give them back.

No. Give me more.

Fuck! What a stink, man.

Get out, get out.

Go Guiu, get out.

Dad!

Dad!

-You go, please. -No, leave them.

They'll wake up the campsite.

Quiet. Jesus.

When will they grow up?

Guiu! What are you doing here?

They have kicked me out.

Oh, sorry, Dad. -Don’t worry.

-Dad! -Shut up.

No, don't go.

-They’ll wake everyone up. -I don’t care

We're going to a nudist campsite next time.

Let's see Biel.

It's because you're growing up.

Does it hurt here? -Yes.

Both or this one?

No, the one on the left.

Fucking bones.

You'll see. With this, it won't hurt anymore.

Just think about something else.

This happened to me too.

Don't scream, we're in a busy campsite.

Dad, I'm not five years old.

-OK, well. -You don't need to break it.

Take this.

“Old Tjikko” is 9,550 years old.

9,550 years old?

-It is a spruce. -Is it still alive?

Dídac, eat some fruit.

-Sit down. -The bees are harmless.

Who's the biologist here?

Shall I make toast for them?

-Are they wasps or bees? -Wasps

Pass me the map.

Bees make honey.

OK, we're here and... Thank you.

We have to get there. It's 50-60 km.

Where will we sleep?

In a campsite.

Which one?

You put salt in it, right?

We won't find a place if we improvise.

Dídac, that's enough, OK?

Biel, to the right.

Are we close?

There's 3 km left.

-Wasn't it 200 metres? - My mistake. It's 200 m of altitude.

Fuck!

Dídac, stop moaning.

-Mònica, shall I take it? -Don’t worry.

-Dad, I can't, -Yes, you can.

-I'll take that, we can switch. -No.

You've been carrying it all day.

Come on, it'll ease the load.

-Come on. -Albert, fuck!

Let's turn right.

-You can read maps, right? -Yes

The campsite must be that way...

-That's the way, obviously. -Yes.

-We're not going that way. -It's over there!

Look, it's totally obvious.

Look at these marks.

And a nice path here!

See the sun? That's where the path is.

-There's no path there. -Yes, there is.

-Not that way. It's getting dark! -Exactly, let's take the shortcut.

Stop, let's go that way.

-Biel, we can't go that way. -Here, you look at it then.

-Please, listen. -All I do is listen to your objections.

There was a path there, but it no longer exists.

Put down the sticks, please. Careful with the nettles.

Go get the bikes. Look carefully at the map.

Mònica...

Thanks.

Can you see the marks or not?

Hey, I'm talking to you Albert.

Watch out Guiu, there are nettles.

Come on Dídac...

Can I have some privacy, dad?

Get up, if you can...

Fuck

How’s Gerard?

Gerard who?

Gerard, Pere and Marta’s son.

I saw him at the village party.

He’s grown a lot, right?

He looks more... - Yes.

I saw you dancing together.

With Gerard?

Yes.

You kissed each other.

-No. -You didn't?

Are you sure?

I thought it was you.

No.

But you like Gerard, don't you?

Do you think he likes you too?

No.

But he kissed you.

Right?

Yes?

Hey, he did kiss you.

He must like you then.

He was drunk.

Does he kiss everyone when he's drunk?

He also kissed Júlia.

I liked someone when I was your age.

I never told her how I felt.

And it turned out she was in love with me.

She thought I didn't even notice her.

Because I was so shy...

You're making it up.

No, I'm not.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

It's true.

It's better to say it.

Then you know and can move on.

Because there'll be other guys.

Dad, I don't like boys, I like Gerard.

Gerard is a boy.

-People your age doesn’t understand. -Sorry.

I mean, you like Gerard now, but you might like someone else.

I guess.

Asshole.

Let me go, idiot!

Ah, stop it! -Fuck!

Can you stop?

Idiot.

I wish you hadn't come.

What are you doing?

Fuck.

Dídac.

Dídac?

Are you okay?

Dídac??

Why do you hurt each other?

I don’t know.

-Is this the van you wanted to buy? - Yes

Yes, we were about to buy it.

But then you were born.

Too bad.

Besides, who wants a Westfalia now?

I think Gerard had one.

Gerard... who is Gerard?

Damn, mom.

Sorry.

Sorry, I just don't remember.

Who is Gerard?

The one who ignores me.

Still ignoring you?

But listen, didn’t you kiss?

You won't understand.

What?

The frustration of not being desired.

That guy is silly.

-It's a matter of taste. -Yes, you're right.

He's missing out. Look at how handsome we've made you!

Mum?

Dídac!

Dídac, slow down!

Grab your bags.

We can't put them under the tree!

Just grab the saddlebags.

Don't start again. - Trees attract lightning.

-Don't start again! - But trees...

Shut up!!

You can leave if you want.

Go away!

Please, Dídac.

Boys, damn. Please help!

This is madness!

Please help, Dídac!

Guiu, come here, grab this.

Dídac, come on!

Guys, stop acting out.

Dídac!

What's wrong?

I’m cold.

Better?

Can't sleep?

It's cold.

A little, yes.

I like it.

Don't look at me like that.

How?

What's going on?

What is it?

Do you remember your first love?

Yes.

It was on this same trip.

25 years ago.

I'd never felt like that.

He was from here.

We'd go swimming,

and kiss each other

One day, he picked me up in a boat

and we escaped.

What happened?

Nothing, I came back the next day.

Did you ever see him again?

No.

He disappeared.

The student residence is right over there.

They'd just be walking around.

There are several modules facing Ulm.

This beautiful greenery, but the buildings are so rational.

All straight lines. - He was looking forward to this.

Max Bill was a mathematician.

His idea of structures... - When was this?

-It opened in 1955. -'55?

Construction started in '53.

It is made of concrete,

which was new then.

They must've been amazed.

They’re modules, repetitive structures.

And they introduced small variations.

The lines are straight, but shift suddenly.

See, it’s no longer straight there?

It changes, and evolves,

leading to the student residence.

This building...

Look, someone's here. “Hello.”

“How are you?”

Imagine that…

You should speak German.

You're right.

Let's do something: close your eyes.

Imagine we are students. - Dad, we’re not kids.

Do it. Close your eyes.

Feel the breeze...

Imagine it’s autumn, leaves are falling.

And you’re students here.

The most important art and design school in Germany.

And they give you a three-legged stool.

Mònica... - Sorry.

And you take that stool to class.

There were no chairs here.

You'd take your stool wherever you wanted.

It was that free.

You’d go to the workshop.

There was woodworking, metalworking,

they made sculptures, mixing art and science.

There were also artistic sciences.

They liked the idea of mixing art and science.

They studied design.

And photography too... Dídac!

Mum, I'm very hungry.

They mixed maths, physics, and art.

That's the idea of design.

And this type of building,

which is totally rational, all straight lines,

but has a calming effect when you look at it.

It lets you think.

Let's go here. -Dad...

Come, Guiu. Imagine we’re students.

We're going to our visual communication class.

They taught communication here.

Hello?

That’s not funny.

Come on, Mònica, please,

I’m explaining here... come on.

Come on, don’t get grumpy.

Let’s do a quick visit.

Quick visit? It's the first one...

It’s super interesting, but the river...

-I'll go alone then... - Please, let's go to the river.

-Let's go to the river! -Listen, it's our first visit!

-Fine, go to the river. -Love, don’t get mad

Go on, tell us about it. It’s super interesting.

Dad, you promised us the river.

It's the only time we're going to be here.

It’s a joke, love.

Fine, then. Let’s go up there.

-Again? -Up to the cloisters.

That’s why they compare it to the cathedral in Ulm.

The cloisters.

All the classrooms face the same direction.

And the light came in through here.

Dad, did they do sports in the workshops?

No, those were outside.

Everything OK, Dídac?

See you outside.

It's sexy when you play.

Boxwood is very hard, it's also used to make flutes.

Where's your sycamore leaf?

-The one we found the other day. -Yes.

I think I dropped it.

Look! - Black bread again?

You can't complain; we're in a hostel.

Remember that when no one lives in a building, it dies.

-Yes, and you revive them? -Exactly

And do siblings or friends live there?

Dídac, come on, water is scarce.

We are in Germany and...

There's no drought in Germany.

We shouldn't use all the water.

“He is drawn to the shadows,

to the silent world of plants.

And his secret life is before him, full of strength."

“And how do you know that?”

Did I say it right?

“I think about him constantly, there's so much to understand.

And if one day I do, what will I discover?

Being himself, that is life.

We are just his dream.”

Relax, Dídac.

Come on Guiu, stay strong!

Wait!

You're doing great!

-I want to overtake. -Be careful!

Mom, where are we sleeping today?

What do you want for dinner?

Ham with bread and tomato.

-Did an architect make this? -Yes.

All the houses are the same.

You'll see.

I will explain why.

We can't go by bike here.

Let's leave them here.

They'll steal them.

No, they won't.

There’re thieves everywhere.

Can we go in?

I don't think so.

You remember that day, Mònica?

Oh, I wanted to kill you.

We spent hours searching for a house.

Whose house was it? - Carlo Scarpa.

We were lost, without a map.

It was an underground house.

Not easy to find...

You father's great ideas!

- It was beautiful. - It was fun.

You had downloaded a blurry picture.

We couldn't see anything.

Dad couldn't find it and I said, "this way".

And I found it. -Saint Monica.

As always.

It was also pouring down.

We were soaked. -It didn't rain that much.

-It did. -I believe you.

-Yeah, right? -They let us in the house.

Look at this courtyard. - Dídac, get down.

Can we go back to the bikes?

Albert, get down. You'll break the door.

I want to see too.

-The phone. I'll take a picture. -It's here.

Guiu, please.

Stop, Dídac.

I'll ring. Maybe we can come in.

Let me take a picture.

- Anybody there? -What are you doing?

Sorry!

You're architects, right?

He is.

You’re not the first people to come and have a look at my little house.

No problem.

I know you.

You acted in... Wait.

“A Common Place”? Have you seen it?

No. A movie where you wore that iconic denim overall

“Living Slowly”.

-We're heading back. -I'll be right there.

Where have you seen my films? Normally, nobody knows them—not even in Germany.

-I'm also an actress. -What have you acted in?"

Not in as many places as I would have liked. As you can see… you know how it is.

I understand. Are you working on anything right now?

The Death of Empedocles?

Hölderlin.

In a theatre in my city.

"Don't look for the man who has lost your heart,

because he is not here. Leave, young man.

Your face tempts my mind, whether blessing or curse.

Both are possible for you. You have to feel for yourself."

Do you understand?

Not much.

"Don't look for the man..." (IN FRENCH)

-You also speak French? -Yes.

-And you? -Yes, my mother is French.

-Really? -Yes.

And you play Delia?

Yes.

I'm performing in a theatre in Barcelona.

I played Delia in a small theatre in Graz.

Graz?

-It's in Steyr. -I don’t know it.

- It's small. - And you live here?

No, my mother is not well.

And I have come to be with her.

Wow.

I was born in this house.

Where are you from, actually?

-Barcelona... Catalonia. -OK.

-My family, I should get back. -OK.

Wow. Big surprise.

- What’s your name? -Mònica.

-OK. -Goodbye.

Bye!

Good vacations! - Thanks!

What’s your name?

For you I’m Alexander

Let the streams decide for you.

Dad!

Mum!

Biel!

Mum!

-Is this a river of the Danube? - Maybe it is.

Or is it a part of the Danube that's leaving?

I think it's a tributary, right?

Everything flows into the Danube.

But then all these rivers keep the Danube's name,

and lose their own.

Is it because it's the largest river?