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I need some folios. At the warehouse.

Is it the typical warehouse where there is nobody?

We could eat together today.

Uy, uy, uy, Merlí, no, eh. I don't want you to believe what it isn't.

Friends, huh? -Friends, of course.

And the answer, of course, is... the blue one!

A contest about the Civil War? I love it!

Silvana has the ideal personality for these things,

and the guys were commited.

Very good, very good, very good.

Congratulations, Silvana. I also find it brilliant.

In any case... In the end, you can tell you're starting, Silvana.

You can't be so unorthodox every day.

Ueeeh !!!

You're jealous of Silvana. -I am not jealous of Silvana.

And I remind you that the students value me very much.

It's getting a bit old-fashioned, Merlí, next to Silvana, right?

-It will be because of my mother.-What?

-That they have left.-What aer you saying! Really?

-You're very close with Pol? - Pals, friends and period.

Better, this one will get you into fucking trouble.

How?

What the hell are you doing? You're selling shit. You're an idiot!

What do you PREFER, Oscar? Help me or go back to the soup kitchen?

My brother doesn't have a job and can't find one.

I've been signed up for an ETT for a month, huh? Nothing.

Yah. And the solution is to be a dealer, of course.

I tell you one thing, but don't have a party either.

What?

I have a ligues. Pol.

Very good!

Maybe I have to ask you to come home one day to put on a show.

What? I won't come to your house to show that we go out together.

My sister gets along very well with my mother.

They spend the day chatting, it's as if they were friends, they explain everything.

They have always had a good relationship, haven't they?

Yes, I don't know, I would be ashamed...

suddenly explain my personal things to my mother.

-Yah. But would you like to do it? -I suppose.

I don't know. And you? I mean, you don't tell her anything about your mother either.

No, not much. I talk more with friends.

Oh, you've become very good friends, no, with Pol?

Yes. Well, so much, so much... Yes, we're friends.

It's funny because, I mean,

You're not the kind of chick with whom Pol usually moves.

-I mean type...- What do you mean?

Hey, look, Ivan.

Bua, luck you're with me, eh!

Poor thing, he's a very good guy.

Yes yes. Very nice guy, but... you understand me.

-Hello good day! Good Morning!

Hey, guys, I think we're just a little bit of time, huh.

- Come here, which is more curt.-What do you say, if you do a lot of spin.

No, I go every day and it's shorter.

Berta, for a day that we change, nothing happens, right?

Alright! Well, let's do it, hell.

And Oliver?

He has been pulling.

I had to go back because I left the Latin translation.

Bua, you have to leave me, man. I have it horrible.

Yes? Well, I have it worse, I think.

-But, if you want, then we compare...- Perfect.

Unless Mireia sees that I have either a sentence, you know?

Hey, hey, hey, look up there! What's this guy doing?

Jesus, fuck.

He wants to jump!

Bua! Call the police!

-Yes Yes. Trick me, I call. No, no, no!

Aaah!

I called your mother. She will come right away.

Okay.

And you sure you don't want to warn at home?

No, no... I'm fine.

I think I'm going to class. That way I'll think of other things.

No, it's not necessary that you go.

-Relaying here the time I got -Is anything known about this man?

It's heard that the medical services could not do anything for...

-He's dead. -Well, yes.

Mireia explained it to me. How are you?

All right. Silvana is careful.

Silvana? What's up, who's the tutor now?

No, but you have arrived late...

and he has offered to keep them company until you arrive.

I'm going to class.

Hey, Merli, explain to your classmates what happened.

But try to talk about this topic tactfully.

Yes, man, yes.

Let's see, guys.

Tania, Berta and Iván have seen

like a man committing suicide by throwing himself from a balcony.

Yes, no, calm, they're fine. Now they are in Eugeni's office.

Suicide is a sensitive issue, but it should not be taboo.

If any of you ever have suicidal thoughts,

It's important that you ask for help.

Someone in the family, a friend, a teacher, a doctor...

Sharing these thoughts you will feel accompanied.

Attention with this philosopher.

There is only one really serious philosophical problem: suicide.

This is how "The Myth of Sisyphus" begins, by Albert Camus,

the so-called philosopher of the absurd.

He realized that it was impossible to answer the question:

why are we here?

That bad roll.

Camus says we do things routinely, as Sisyphus did,

a mythological character condemned by the gods

to always repeat the same action:

push a rock to the top of a mountain,

so that it would fall back to the valley,

where I had to pick it up and raise it up again.

I would not have strength, I'm "puny."

This word is cool: "puny."

We lead monotonous, boring, repetitive lives...

Until one day we ask:

"Does my life make sense?"

The absurdity that Camus talks about is not that life doesn't make sense,

but rather the pretense of seeking a meaning to things.

That is, you have to fuck and accept that nothing makes sense.

Exactly.

The absurd ceases to be so from the moment we accept it as it is

and we stop thinking that there are things

that make life have a meaning.

According to Camus one only commits suicide

to give a meaning to life.

On the other hand, he who accepts the absurd lives with it.

Hey, now seriously,

Camus doesn't help you much to have the will to live, doesn't he?

No, you're wrong, Marc.

Camus was a vitalist and refused to commit suicide.

That life is absurd

It doesn't mean that we have to fall into the deepest apathy.

Despite living in a sea of unanswered questions,

we should not give up on life.

We have to face it in all its incomprehensibility.

Go ahead, Tania.

According to Camus,

to realize this truth is to learn to live.

Albert Camus did not believe in the existence of God.

What a stick, huh.

I think it's the strongest thing I've ever seen...

Bertha...

- What?

Girl... Berta.

This... What the fuck.

-Come home and rest, eh.-And the hair salon?

No no no. Sandra and Ester will manage fine alone.

I'm not going to let you be alone here.

We'll go home, and you'll get a little distracted, okay?

-What's going to be -Thanks for everything, Silvana, eh.

Goodbye.

According to Camus we have no need to believe that God exists.

When we want to give a meaning to life and the world and we don't find it,

then God appears: a transcendent entity that explains everything,

and so we stay calm.

Everyone is very free to believe in flying frying pans

or in pink unicorns,

but this doesn't guarantee its existence.

Just a moment. Have you put God on the same level as some flying pans?

Yes.

You say this because you're an atheist, but I don't think it's comparable...

No, I'm not an atheist, I'm an agnostic, which is a design of atheism.

We are in a secular country, I remind you.

Yes, a secular country, but when a minister swears by...

he does it before a bible and with a crucifix on the table.

Exact. A direct slap to the secular society.

Everyone's beliefs must be respected.

There are those who believe in God since they are little. I do for example.

Because you have been instilled from home.

A full-fledged intellectual manipulation.

No, it's not manipulation! h no? Well, we make a debate.

Infuse religious beliefs in children,

when they are not yet able to reason for themselves,

Is it manipulation or not?

Totally, it's an imposition "a sac".

Of course! You can make a child believe what you want.

-Children must grow free.-I grew free.

Freedom doesn't go by choosing a path,

but for rebelling against all those who want to impose one.

I think we won't agree, Oliver.

Merlí. Can you know why you have so much rage against religion?

Speak in the plural.

There are many religions, but you only think of one.

I don't understand where this bad milk comes from

against something as harmless as faith.

Harmless, faith? Hah!

Yes, harmless! I'm not talking about the Vatican.

Oliver, religions are based on faith.

But I don't prevent anyone from believing in whatever they want,

although it doesn't exist.

You're a prepotent. You can't know if God exists or not.

You're right, but none of the arguments in favor of the existence of God...

It's logically viable.

I never presented myself, nor did you,

no evidence that God exists.

So what's up? I make myself look like a fool because I believe?

No, I just think that you want God to exist.

And I find it unwise to place your wishes

ahead of what your mind knows, which is that it doesn't exist.

Unintelligent. That is: silly.

Oliver, have you ever stopped to think if you're wrong?

And you ?!

Me? Many times, that's what I do.

But, why do you want to be part of an institution that doesn't want you?

The Church considers you

a morally perverse being, who will end up in hell,

and then they will ask for forgiveness to the homosexuals of here 300 years.

They spend their lives asking for forgiveness for everything, fuck!

Many people were burned at the stake, real barbecues...

with people who represented ideas they didn't like.

Merlí, I'm talking about something else,

I am talking about faith, about believing, that it's something much more personal.

And you're talking about the Church, the Inquisition and the priests.

They are the ones who represent faith.

No but if, deep down, I admire them:

in the background the Church is a company that has triumphed

having as logo the image of a man nailed to a cross.

You have felt talking?

Despising my beliefs, speaking to me with superiority!

You know what I'm telling you, Merlí?

Laugh as much as you want about faith, but if the man who has committed suicide today...

would have had faith, maybe he would not have done it.

Hey, what are you doing? You don't come to class after recess?

No. I'm going home. Do you seriously ring a bell?

It's not a bell. I need to recover.

I don't get the image of that man out of my head.

Fuck, you were not parents. Are you stupid?

Let's see, I understand that it affects you but to stop coming to class.

You haven't seen the same as me.

On TV you see worse things every day.

Oh, Pol. To you all that is sensible is funny to you, right?

Okay, okay, don't get mad.

I don't know why I told my mother I was dating a guy like you.

I could have told her any other name.

But you said my name... because we're friends.

Pol, if I didn't know you, I would fall horribly.

You know what I think?

That you want to have a monopoly of proximity with students.

A monopoly? -Yes.

You can't stand other teachers approaching your peripatetics.

You arrive, you see that Silvana takes care of some secondary students...

They just saw a suicide, and you get angry.

Then you go with your radical style

and you talk about suicide without care.

Oh, very good, very good!

Let's see, everyone's attention:

Eugeni proposes that to talk about suicide to students

We'll do like the subway public address.

"Due to an incident there will be a delay on line 3."

And we all know what kind of incidence it is.

Uy, Renfe always has many problems.

I think it's better to not give radical ideas to young people

to solve the problems.

No, no, Eugeni, you're wrong, huh.

Psychologists recommend talking openly about suicide.

You see it? Psychologists support me! Suicide is not contagious, Eugeni.

Yes, there are countries where they do prevention campaigns...

and have managed to reduce the suicide rate.

Anyway, it's a very sensitive issue.

You can't talk like that.

The comment about Renfe was funny.

Man, Gabriel, the regional trains don't work. It's a disaster.

I prefer a thousand times the Catalan Railways. Don't you?

Yes Yes. Of course, yes.

Seriously laughed at you?

Yes, in front of everyone,

and then down the aisle I've sung the cane, but the guy was still there, you know!

Sometimes I have also told you things about the Church and such.

Well, Ivan, but you do it with respect. You know?

You should have felt, talked as if he had absolute reason.

Merlí is silly lately, I already told you.

It's be because Gina has left him.

How do you know what she left?

Who wants to endure a guy like that?

Thank you.

What I don't understand is why he has started talking about God.

Philosophy. How this thing happened to you about the guy who has thrown himself...

it's not necessary to say "the guy who has thrown himself".

Ok, sorry.

He was a person. No... I don't understand what was going through his head.

I can't stop wondering, man.

You're good?

Pse.

You went with Tania and with Berta, right?

She has gone home with her mother. She was devastated.

It was insane, Oliver. That is, you know what...

Why don't you take advantage of it and go see her?

What?

Dude... Ivan, you should go to her house to comfort her!

Man, the same thing happened to her, and it'll be good for her to talk.

Berta doesn't want anything with me. Nothing. I know.

Ivan. Pay attention to me, okay? You listen to me.

You're going to see her at her house because she surely needs company.

See her as a friend, nothing more.

Don't we have to show your mother that we are a couple?

You have campaigned.

Fuck, your father cheated the Treasury, right?

You're foolish? My parents work, eh. We aren't thieves.

Hey, girl, that was a joke. That you can't say anything today.

-Well, no.

- It's not the best day.

Of course, I was born in a very different family.

Oh look, neither you live under a bridge, nor this floor is rich.

Tania, who is it?

Mm... Pol.

Hi, Pol, how's it going?

Hi, ma'am.

Oh, "ma'am"... I'm Julia. Nice to meet you.

A Pleasure. How goes everything?

G-good, good.

You want a drink? Let's, we will celebrate that you have come.

It doesn't happen every day that Tania brings a boyfriend home.

Ow mom.

What's wrong? I can't act as hostess? Pol, do you want to drink something or not?

No. Yes.

Great, sit.

Neither is there.

Hey, if we do, we do it well. But only today, huh.

Of course, of course.

Dude, Oliver, try Scientology, man.

The Tom Cruise sect. How cool!

Merlí went too far. I don't understand why he talks to Oliver like that.

- Thanks, honey.- Yes, but I think like him.

I don't think of talking about religion to Nil.

When he is older, he can believe in whatever he wants.

I was not forced to believe,

I just grew up with this and that's it.

Believing in God doesn't mean worshiping the Pope of Rome.

Yeah, but, Oliver, let's see...

Do you believe in this that Joshua separated the waters of the sea?

Moses, buddy!

Joshua, Moses, is the same... they are little shepherds of the Bible!

Shepherds of the Bible, have you heard me?

I love it because you're crazy!

When people know me, they keep my personality.

I don't believe in Moses. Guys, you have a lot of religious ignorance, huh?

You don't know anything, he doesn't know who the 12 apostles were.

Wasn't there 13?

I don't need, I don't want to hear some guys who are not supposed to fuck,

but that they are giving lessons on sexual relations.

You tire me, guys.

Look, I don't know. Personally, I'm not a believer.

But I do think that religion helps many people,

I don't know, to hold onto something when you're desperate.

OK, but are you small? Go, it's the same.

But, Oliver, now seriously, friend:

Let's see, man... comes from monkeys or from Adam and Eve?

What do you think?

Ah, well, I think you're an imbecile.

And therefore, I have a flexible schedule in the mornings,

and in the afternoons I do classes in the conservatory.

All day up and down, I like to be busy. That's how I don't get bored.

It's okay.

Ah, Tania, they have organized a trip to New York, during Holy Week.

-La Celia with her children. Something-uh, pass. What laziness...

But if you wanted to go.

Yeah, but now I don't feel like going.

Okay, if you want we go in summer.

New York is beautiful at any time of the year. Has he been, Pol?

No.

- And where does your father work? -Mom...

No, he's a lawyer. Working with eparations, inheritances...

Interesting. Will you eat here?

No, no, I can't.

Relax, I'm leaving, uh, I'm going to lunch with a friend.

Stay.

I''ll pass.

She's going away, you can eat here. -No, I'm not hungry.

You're weird

No no. Tell him goodbye from me.

I was afraid that Merlí would talk about suicide in class.

Well, it seems to me like a mother who talks,

and without hairs on the tongue.

Is a delicate topic,

but he knows that with the students you can't go with euphemisms.

Yah.

He is a great teacher.

Yes, he is.

The truth is that I confess that I have often envied him.

-And you too he envies.-Go, shut up.

No. I'm really saying it. You have magic, you know how to connect with the students.

And that isn't easy.

It's natural. And Merlí, too.

It's very transgressive, it's seen that it puts very few exams,

and that the agenda is skipped from time to time.

And this has its risks, right?

Yes Yes of course.

Let's see, I also do the same, huh?

That I also skip the agenda.

I love making links, but I always try to go by what the exam asks.

Sure, as it should be. Maybe it would be good to focus.

With the students it must be effective but practical.

That's what I try.

You going home? Yes. How are you?

Can you explain why you have so little respect for Oliver?

Oh, I see that you have recovered from the shock.

No. But it also affects me, you know that you mess with my best friend.

Oh, poor thing, I touched the friend and now you comes to defend him...

from this unjust teacher who is Merlí,

This madman who dares to say what he thinks.

You always have to go to your roll? Do you have to do everything your way?

It's an obsession that I have, yes.

I come to class, I'm talking about Albert Camus,

that, by the way, you've missed an interesting class,

comes the great philosophical theme: God,

I say what I think, Oliver too, period, it's over.

In my class I don't want taboos or euphemisms.

I think you could be a little more... You don't have to teach me.

I'm sick of people judging me for what I say or do in class!

Political correctness happens to me through a place.

And I am an agnostic, yes, and I don't n'amago.Molt well.

And if the next class I want to throw a fart, I'll throw.

What fun.

Look, today I don't feel like walking with you.

Since I am a rolled up teacher, I will give myself a gift. Cab!

Do what you want!

And you, to see if you do something to get close to Berta,

You look like a paradita, boy.

The mother who bore him...

Hi, how are you? -Hello, good afternoon.

Follow this street and I'll tell you where we need to go,

if not you'll take the long way.

What do you mean?

Jesus, the Virgin! Fuck! Chasing me today, huh?

Who, the Virgin? No man no. She only accompanies me.

Ah yeah sure. I guess she also protects you, right?

Well, you can let go of the wheel.

Surely she won't allow us to have any accidents.

Well look, for me she's a good GPS, but spiritual.

The taxi, although I carry it.

Calixte Bergara It's funny, huh?

The taxi driver Calixte.

Like it?

I love it. Sounds really good. The taxi driver Calixte!

Turn over here to the right now. Very well.

So you don't believe in miracles, huh?

Bingo! I don't believe anything.

Well look, I like to believe it. -Congratulations!

Why don't you ask the Virgin to lower the price of gasoline?

Very good!

It's here. -Here?

Yes. You can stop now. Right here, we have arrived.

What do I owe? Well, look, it will be 6 euros even.

6 euros...

5 here...

and a euro.

Come on. Very good.

God bless you, huh. I hope so. And take care!

Yes.

Fuck!

Jesus no...

Oh, shit, shit!

Fuck, you fucking bitch...!

Aay god...

"Information, good morning." Good Morning.

I would need the telephone number of the Barcelona Taxi Service, please.

Office of Lost Objects. "I'll connect it directly."

Thank you.

Fuck, fuck...

"Taxis in Barcelona, good morning."

Yes, good morning, I left my wallet in a taxi. What should I do?

"Okay, could you give me some information so I can help you?"

Eee... Yes, I know that the taxi driver's name is... Calixte Vergara.

"Calixte Vergara." Yes, Calixte Vergara.

I guess with this name it should be easy to find, I say.

"Your mobile number is the one that has appeared on the screen?"

Yes, yes, it's this, yes. My name is Merlí Bergeron.

"Very good."

"We'll contact him and tell him, don't worry."

Ok, okay, thanks.

What a mess I am made, wait!

- "Say?" - Hi, what about Berta?

"She's resting, who are you?"

Ivan. But, either way, we'll see each other in class.

Here you have it. Berta, Ivan is here.

Ivan, come in.

Ei.

- Do you want me to bring you something? -No thanks.

Why did you come?

I don't know, because I felt bad to see you so affected.

You're better?

I think you've had an anxiety attack.

Yes, ... I know.

I when... when I was in my house locked in I had a few.

And when I went out for a walk with Merlí on the street, too. And it's crap.

I did not want to go down that street.

-If I had known...- No, it's the same. I just wanted to say it.

I won't apologize for having passed by there.

It's just that I did not tell you to ask me for forgiveness, huh? Oh, it's the same, Ivan!

I have come to help you.

Well thank you very much for coming. I'm fine.

You already know what Merlí is like.

He calls a lot, he talks as if he knew everything, but he's harmless.

If you had felt it, you would not say the same.

What happens is that he is frustrated by personal problems

and I paid for it.

- What personal problems? -Gina sent him to hell.

-They are not together? -No. Gery told us.

And the worst of all

is that Merlí is jealous of Silvana, which gives a thousand laps.

Who?

Silvana. She is the new history teacher.

She's super creative, everyone loves her,

and, evidently, Merli is jealous of her.

-Ivan also thinks about her.- Is she pretty?

Very. She's a knockout.

Miriam, do you mind if I'm going for a ride? It's that way I get distracted.

Don't worry.

-I'm sure you don't mind? -No.

You're the best.

Go, quiet, man.

I've got 3 grams of coca in my pocket, Pol.

Well, you'll get used to it.

Look, it's here. Bye.

Pol... you what?

What about that, Tania? You have been angry.

No, not angry, but I felt uncomfortable in your house,

I guess you can understand. -I don't understand.

Oh no? Fuck! Piano, carpets...

Compared to my house I live in a cave.

What, why are you laughing? Don't laugh.

Also, to feel like despising a trip to fucking New York...

Well, I found it very "posh".

It's just that I haven't evn been to Andorra, "macho".

You're very annoying .

Cries a lot that you're poor,

and that you has never traveled, that your family sucks.

Jesus, Pol, stop complaining!

Do something to change, fucking work!

I try my best to have money, Tania.

Uau...

Do you want to stop having bad luck and make yourself a dealer?

I thought you were smarter.

You told me you would not bring up the subject again.

Well, I take it out because we're friends. I think so, right?

It's that you want to sell me the motorcycle that you have to spend drugs to survive.

It's that you don't know anything about my house, Tania.

I know more than you think, huh? I have been in your house.

The day they kicked me out, remember?

And yes, live in a house that fucking pity.

No wonder you're ashamed to live there, it smells old,

and your father is unemployed, and has a loan to pay...

With this scenario, why don't you go for a balcony ?!

Go...

Don't you think you could be a little happier?

Invite me to have a pizza in your cave.

-Hello -Hello.

-You're from the parish? -No.

You are looking at the photos...

No, what is it?

The boys of catechism in the camps had a great time.

They are open to all, not only for young Christians.

No thanks.

Oh, you were passing by here.

Yes, well, curiosity, I don't know.

I was taking a walk, I saw the church and I entered and I don't know...

This house is open to everyone.

Yah. And gays too, right?

As well. Here we don't close the door to the people who are like that.

Ah, Yeah?

One can feel and think whatever is freely

and here will always have a place.

The Church is against homosexuals having children.

Let's see,

We start from the basis that a man can't have a child with another man.

But, they can adopt it, right?

Yes. But he is not a natural child.

Oh, and what is it? An artificial child?

No. He is a natural son of another man with a woman.

Come on a Saturday afternoon in the group of young people.

There are those who ask the same questions as you.

This year we have baptized 3 of your age. Are you baptized?

No.

That you don't want to go to heaven?

First you have to believe in heaven, right? And if I don't think...

From loving God, you can learn.

And the luxuries of the Church, what?

Luxuries? Where do you see them, the luxuries?

I have 30 euros right now in the current account. 30

If this is a luxury...

Have, I'll give you a card in case you think about it.

Hey! Good, what a rest! Thank you. Pass, pass.

No, no, I have the taxi badly parked.

Man. Let me offer you a glass of wine, at least.

No, thank you, I'm driving. They have called you, Lost Objects?

No no. I stopped to take a break and I saw the wallet in the seat.

The address I found the DNI. Ya gave it for lost, believe me.

See how there are miracles?

I'm sorry if I've spoken badly before...

No problem. I like you.

Is that sometimes I talk too much, you know? Yes.

I can't pretend that everyone believes in what I believe.

But it's really that faith always accompanies me...

and in this way I feel close to my son, who died.

Oh, go I am sorry. -Thank you. 7 years ago.

To think that God has welcomed him is my consolation.

It's... it's what I have left.

Well, but we are not discouraged that we have recovered your wallet.

Yes. Thank you very much again, Calixte.

Good luck in life, Mr. Bergeron.

Yes?

"Mr. Bergeron?" Yes, it's me.

"I call Barcelona Taxis."

Oh Yes Yes. I've already recovered the wallet, thanks.

"Oh perfect,

is that by this name that you have told me you haven't found any taxi driver. "

Wh-what are you saying? No... there is no taxi driver in the name of... Calixte Vergara?

"The only taxi license with this name was discharged."

Discharged?

"Yes, yes, this man died two years ago."

No, no, excuse me, I just talked to him.

He just returned my wallet.

"Well, I don't know who you talked to, but Mr. Vergara is dead."

Okay... eee... okay, thanks.

This taxi driver has more nose than me.

I love it.

It's the first time that I see you having a true philosophical doubt.

How did he do it to pass himself off as Calixte?

How could he appropriate the license of a dead man ?!

Some Mafia help, for sure.

And if he has so much nose, why does he return your wallet?

Well, I don't know, I don't know...

To hide, I don't know.

He doesn't need my 50 euros. He doesn't care.

Maybe he is dedicated to giving money to tourists...

Maybe he charges them money, look.

No no. I'm not rich. I don't like that strange things happen to me.

What I don't understand is why he tells you that he lost a child.

I don't know... he's gone into the conversation, I don't know, and I felt sorry for him.

It doesn't matter. Go, enough. Surely there must be a logical explanation.

It must be, but we don't know it.

I don't see ghosts, Miriam.

And if God has dedicated you 5 minutes?

Yes. He sent you an angel. Yes, man, yes.

To a man like you: pragmatic, independent...

That he doesn't believe in God. That distrusts religions.

Maybe to whom you should dedicate your 5 minutes is to Oliver.

Being two euros is not bad, huh.

Isn't such a cheap pizza too little for you?

Yes, on the other hand, it's a luxury for you, isn't it?

A dream come true.

Do you know anything about Berta?

No. She was home with her mother, right?

She sent me a text. Ivan has shown up at her house.

For?

In case he can help her. Ya.

And why hasn't he also gone to your house? Because he's still cool.

Poor guy.

It's just that he has no chance at all.

Why not?...

Because a girl like Berta would not go with anyone like Ivan.

Oh no? Why?

Because she is very pretty, and he is very "ugly".

Not everything is physical, eh, Pol.

Ivan is a fucking great guy, intelligent and sensitive.

What? Should good girls always have to go with good guys?

It's a fucking rule or how does it go?

Okay, I'm just saying that... well, that collides.

Do you know that I liked Bruno?

No, fuck. Hm.

I was hanging on him, but I knew right away that he was gay.

And I was glad to know that's why he never wanted anything with me.

Heeeello! Hello Dad!

This is Tania.

Hi, nice to meet you.

It's the first time he brings a girl home.

Well, she... she's a friend, huh?

No, no, yes, I didn't say anything.

Well then, nothing. I am going to my room.

And Oscar? Has he returned from the workshop?

No. I think he's with some colleagues.

Uh...

The workshop.

Sorry, I did not want to wake you up.

But you were sleeping with headphones on...

What time is it?

Is soon. 9. Are you okay?

I don't know. I can't get rid of the image of that man jumping.

Oh, Berta... I don't want you to ever think of doing something like that.

-But why do you say that? -I don't know.

-Please...- But it's clear that no, relax.

I'm scared.

Of what?

Of the future.

I'm afraid of not being able to work as a cartoonist

and I would like to do story illustrations or write comics...

First you have to study the career of Fine Arts, which is what you want.

Ya, but, and if when I finish I can't find work that I like?

You don't want to end up like me.

Have you thought about rewriting?

I already do it.

In secret, I write things, but I am ashamed to teach it.

-Mom...- Leave it, it's the same.

Why don't you try to get it published?

It's very difficult, girl. That's why I ended up opening the hair salon.

But there are people who write novels with more than 50 years. And they are successful.

I've had success with my daughters. You're the best I have.

You know what?

Today I remembered that when I was pregnant with you,

One day, on the subway platform, I saw a man throwing himself on the tracks.

Instinctively I put my hands on my belly.

I went home crying.

Grandma was at work... and I spent the day alone.

Unfortunately, what you have lived today, you won't forget.

But I want it to help you to have a lot of desire to live.

Do you feel me?

Thanks for spending the afternoon with me, mom.

God and I don't... we don't talk to each other.

Neither he nor I have any interest in talking to each other.

For me it's as if he were the neighbor above.

Or rather, the president of the staircase.

But I have never met him in the elevator,

neither on the landing, nor in the lobby... I have never seen him.

And when the neighborhood community decides to paint the staircase,

some say it's thanks to him; I explain?

What a clever metaphor.

I was inspired while going up the elevator.

What... what I want to tell you

is that understand that you when you need salt, for example,

go up and ask the President of the staircase.

I understand that you prefer to go down to buy it at the supermarket.

What matters is that you live in your house, I live in my house,

and that we can live in the same building without bad vibes.

It's true that I'm the typical neighbor

that sometimes gets into the lives of others.

But since you're a man of faith and tolerant, you will know how to forgive me, right?

Of course.

Go, take, you can't have beer. -Oh, of course I can.

No, I know you, tomorrow there is class. A pineapple juice for the boy.

Take, take, don't complain.

My father died when I was 14 years old.

I felt very angry.

But at the same time the priest's words calmed me down.

It's the only time I've been relaxed by the words of a priest.

They usually unnerve me.

I don't like what some priests say either.

But I have faith, I am a believer. Nothing else.

But I feel that the Church doesn't represent me especially, you know?

Man, of course, I understand. It's normal.

I believe that the Vatican should rethink many things, Oliver.

Among others, for example,

Costume design for ceremonies, right?

And so much If they all go jet black...

And the cardinals in red, and the bishops in lilac.

Please. It's an old-fashioned wardrobe.

Yes, it would be good to have a church where the priests would do mass

dressed like you and me, you know?

I don't know, with a closer wardrobe.

What I imagine are women doing mass.

And a Church without celibacy, where sex is not a sin,

and the use of condoms is accepted

and all sexual orientations.

If this were so, Oliver,

On Sundays, Mass would be full of young people.

They lack good public relations.

You would do very well, Oliver.

I envy Oliver. I think it's worth it to be a believer.

-You're not afraid of death.-Are you afraid of death?

It makes me angry. Like a little boy who doesn't understand anything.

Today, after what I have seen... it has given me a lot of anger.

And I thought that I want to learn first aid.

Interesting.

Perhaps if I had known, I could have helped the man.

Sign up for the Red Cross. I see you doing it.

Ivan..., I want to ask you a question.

When... you were locked in the house, did you ever think of...?

Of ..?

Ending it...

...in a radical way

How scary the word "suicide" makes us.

We dare not even say it out loud.

Did you think about... suicide?

It crossed my mind.

But I did not want to do it. Nor try.

I was so scared...

I had this idea in my head and it horrified me:

I thought "I don't want to talk about it, because I'll still give you ideas".

How heavy. Well, I thought "I wish she would talk to me".

Are you okay, Ivan?

Hm.

I have to accept that things don't always go as I would like.

What, we're out of here tonight? But what do you say, you, now?

- "Botellón", buddy? -Of course, it's fucking cool. Let's go!

-Okay, cool.-Then we tell the others.

Yeah !!!

You, you, who are those?

-What was it, guys? -Do you have a jumo or what?

- Pol ?!

And this tendency towards the dark side of life,

Did you always have it or was it born after Monica left you?

It's the same trend you should have

now that Gina has sent you to hell.

Have you tried to make peace with her? -No, there is nothing to do.

What are you doing here?

Would you like to study English in England?

It can be a beautiful experience. You can even finish high school there.

Aaah... Now I understand. You want me away.

- You have lice! -How did you get lice!

Gery, it's not funny!

-Are you itchy? -Hey? No no. What.

Where is Ricky?

Mom!

No! Don't touch me, don't touch me! Pau, Pau, Pau!