All language subtitles for Hello Hemingway_Legendas01.ENG

Hemingway lived for more than 2O years

in the "La Vigia" villa,
in San Francisco de Paula

close to Havana.

The story recounted by the film
takes place in 1956.

No, Flora, no!

Hurry UP!

The first h%rt beat that skips

Tells of the arrival of love,

A first racing h%rt at the age of 16,

in search of love!

What in the world could be finer?

Merciful Lord,

I beg you, hear my prayer
as your son heard the good thief...

That was it!

Happiness...

Hurry up, Larita.
Dinner's getting cold.

Saint Dismas,
give me back my earring, you thief.

But your food!

Hurry up, I'm not waiting.

Just look at this blouse, cousin!

It's in fashion
and the patch is hidden.

Great, just like Elvis Presley!

You prefer
your clothes to books.

I don't.
Otherwise I wouldn't go to school.

Mama, I'm going.

Take care, little girl.

Larita, I'm not waiting.

Bye, Grandmother.

Come on, eat.
- Let me be.

Eat up!
Books don't satisfy hunger!

No time!
- V\/ait. May Saint Lazarus,

the Virgin, Mercy,

and the Guardian Angel accompany you!

But honestly, Josefa, that's a legion!

Uncle!
- Easy, easy, easy!

Why is she always like a cyclone?

Cousin, wait for me!

"A man can be destroyed,

but not vanquished."

There is a passive in this sentence.
V\/here is it?

Underline it, Maria Isabel.

The passive is formed
with the verb "to be"

and the past participle
of the lexical verb.

Tomorrow bring me
three sentences in the passive voice

using the verbs
on the left of the blackboard.

Hey! The Three Graces!
The one in the middle is mine.

Who said I'm yours?
- A little birdie said it.

What a rascal!

Are you coming for an ice cream?
- No, I can't.

We have to do the association statutes.
- Right. Tonight.

For the hundredth time!

VWI you never be through with that?
- Larita, your ice cream's melting.

I can't go, I have to see Mrs. Martinez.

Thank you for having lent it to me.

Thanks to you I passed the test.
I've covered it.

If you hadn't been conscientious,

the book would have been no use.

Take it as a gift.
- Oh no, I can't accept it!

Why is that?
- I don't know, I'm embarrassed.

Embarrassed by a present
for your good marks?

Thank you.

By the way, Hilaria.

L-low are you doing in other subjects'?

Did you get a bad mark'?

No. My best ones
are the ones I have from you.

Those are excellent.

And the ones for literature.
- V\/onderful.

Madame, I wanted to ask you something.

What is it'?

There is scholarship
on offer in the North.

Do you want to apply?

But I need a letter of recommendation
from one of my teachers

to send to the embassy.

But of course, for my best pupil!

Hilde/Isa, I told you in class!

Come with me.

Your essay is a political tract.

Keep your politics for the street
and out of my class.

There is no place
for politics in this school!

This is enough
to have you expelled from the school.

Go home now,

and come back tomorrow with you parents

so that we can discuss
your behavior in future.

Tomés,

what treasure you have here!

Few appreciate it.
- Do you want some of it?

I wish
I had a library like this at home.

Sorry,
you can't have all of it.

Make your choices.
It's time for me to close up.

Oh, Victor...
- Yes?

Tell Mrs. Martinez,
I've found the book she wants.

Give it to me,
I'll bring it to her tomorrow.

To you?

I'd rather not. It's a first edition of
"The Old Man and the Sea".

Hemingway's novella?

I know him. We are neighbors.

Yes, it's true.
I live in San Francisco de Paula.

It's one thing to be neighbors,

to know the work of an author
is another thing entirely.

Do you know
"The Old Man and the Sea"?

Do you know
"A Farewell to Arms"?

"For Whom the Bell Tolls"?
- Nor do I.

I don't know about that stuff.
- Of course not.

These are books for mature readers.

The good, old fisherman...

Be seated.

Have you been to Cojimafi

I've often spent my Sundays there,
contemplating the sea.

And I've seen Hemingway's old hero

battling with all his strength
to save his fish.

A beautiful story.

A beautiful story.

You could say I'm a fanatic

of books about the sea.

This is one of my favorites,
and Hemingway's best.

In my opinion.

Listen:

“He was an old man who fished alone
in a skiff in the Gulf Stream

and he had gone eighty-four days now
without taking a fish.

In the first forty days
a boy had been with him.

But after forty days without a fish
the boy's parents had told him

that the old man was now
definitely and finally 'salao',

which is
the worst form of un/uckyfl'.

What a beginning!

And all the rest is the same:

Simple and clear.

But in the depths
of these simple things dwells

a whole world.

If you really like it so much,

and Mrs. Martinez does too,

it must be good.

Give her a copy.

D%r Diary,

I have two pieces of news for you."

One: There's the chance
of my taking a long journey.

It's crazy, isn't it?

Two."

Today Victor gave me a first kiss.

I would have liked to give him one too.

Don'! Worry.
I know how to control myself.

Keep my sec/e! to yourself

I love you. Larita.

Ah!
He also gave me

"The Old Man and the Sea".

Think hard about me...

l-low am I to get the money'?
- I don't Know, Mama.

But in order to study
I'll need clothes and shoes.

And what about the interview
in the embassy?

Mama, the scholarship's my only chance!
- Larita!

Come and help me find this earring.
Four eyes are better than two.

Josefa, I can't.

I have to get washed
before going to school.

I'll help you later.

Grandmother, stop it.

The earrings lost.

No. Then St. Dismas will lose his skin,
and Clavelito his glass of water.

My mother gave it to me on the day...
- Of your wedding.

Exactly, the very day!

I've found it, Josefa,

Look here, I've got it!

Oh, this girl
must have been born

under a lucky star!

Or with an earring in her ear.
Show it here!

Oh, you sweetheart!

Give them to me. I'll wear them tonight.
- No!

Mama, I can't wear that blouse anymore.

"The old man was thin and gaunt,

with deep wrinkles
in the back of his neck...

his hands had
the deep-creased scars. ..

Everything about him was old
except his eyes

and they were the same
color as the sea

and were cheerful and undefeated.

His shirt had been patched
so many times

that it was like the sail

and the patches were faded
to many different shades by the sun."

Young lady!

You can't come in dressed like that.
- Ceferino, my blouse was rained on.

Nothing is to undermine order here.
Political manifestations least of aH.

Yes, order must be maintained.
You can't go into class like that.

Why are you here so early?
- She wasn't let in due to her clothes.

So, you wasted 2O centavos?
-what was I to do, Aunt Rosenda?

Ma, coffee.
- Than Ks.

That's just great!
Where are my cigarettes?

It's because I live too far away.
- It's because you live in the clouds

and bite off more than you can chew.
- That's enough, Rosenda.

The journey from Diezmero and
San Miguel isn't that expensive.

But from San Francisco de Paula...
- Tell your mother to rent you

a penthouse on the Prado.
- Let her have her illusions, Rosenda.

So that she can die of disappointment.

You and the clouds make me crazy...

But I only want to study, Rosenda!

Couldn't you have chosen
a more practical career'?

Secretarial work, business...

It's quicker, you start earning sooner.

In order to go to university
I need to have finished school.

Have a gulp of coffee.
Careful! It's hot.

May I ask...
what the young lady proposes to study?

Philosophy and Literature.
- What?

Philosophy and Literature.

Philosophy and what?

A lady philosopher
in the family!

“He was asleep in a short time and he
dreamed of Africa when he was a boy

and the long golden beaches
and the white beaches,

so white they hurt your eyes,

and the high capes
and the great brown mountains...

But tonight the smell
of the land breeze came very early

and he knew it was too early
in his dream and went on dreaming

to see the White peaks of the Islands
rising from the sea...

He... dreamed... now...
of the Hons on the beach.”

Since she started reading Hemingway,
she thinks he's the greatest.

But all she's seen of him is his pool.

Like you!
- What?

Grandmother,
that was two years ago.

Stinger let his dogs loose,
but Hemingway...

Don't ever do that again.

Study, Larita, study,
even when you're sick of it.

A woman without education
is like a flower without perfume.

Landlord, What's the matter'?

Why are you so happy?

I think it's because of...

Each person is a whole world.

You must remain in your own.

Frequent people

who speak well,

occupy your mind
with higher matters.

What you need is...
- A new blouse.

No! A whole new uniform!

Oh, Larita!

VWrhout God's grace,
knowledge is worthless.

But if grace is accompanied
by a diploma, it's even better.

I don't know, my girl.
- No?

Listen to what Hemingway says:
- Well?

"It is better to be lucky.

But I would rather be exact.

Then...
when luck comes you are ready."

Repeat the end...

“Then when luck comes
you are ready."

Well, now!
You're absolutely right.

I've been thinking about it for days.

Why don't you go and talk to Hemingway?

Me?
And for what reason?

I don't know.
He might find you a job.

You are ready, speak English.
- Yes.

Or even better,
he might employ you as a secretary.

Who, Josefa, me?

L-low am I to go about it'?

Hello, Hemingway!

Imagine,
he's over there in the Vigia,

swimming in money!

And we are here,

and can't even afford
to buy a piece of cloth.

Oh, don't you worry about anything.

Look, when I come back from the USA
with a high school diploma,

thing's will look pretty different.
- Larita, Rosenda was right.

You're crazy, my girl!
- No, Josefa.

There are scholarships
for studying in the North.

Are you sure?
- Yes, of course!

And you have a chance?
- Yes, Josefa, like all students.

But on one condition:
I can't ever miss a day's school.

And you never will, damn it!

“They spread apart after they were out
of the mouth of the harbor

and each one headed for the part of
the ocean where he hoped to find fish....

“In the dark

the old man could feel
the morning coming..."

“His hope and his confidence
had never gone.”

“Oniy I have no luck any more.

But who knows?

Every day is a new day.“

“I may not be as strong as I think,'

the old man said.

'But I know many tricks
and 1 have resolution.”.

“The old man
knew he was going far out

and he left the smell
of the land behind,

and rowed out into the clean
early morning smell of the ocean..."

and as it started to be light

he saw he was already further out
than he had hoped to be at this hour."

“Today PH work out where

the schools of bonito and aibacore are

and maybe there w!!! be
a big one with them. ”

-- Perhaps

my big fish

is around..."

In order to make a career
and succeed,

we have to compete perpetually.

Your name?
- Cintia.

Cintia.
Carefully fill out the questionnaire,

and carefully consider your
answers.

Your name?
Roberto.

What you write will reflect

your thoughts and taste.

Your name?
Enrique, Henry.

Candidates will be selected
depending on this paper.

You have two hours.

If you are quick,
you can hand it in earlier.

But two hours is the limit.

Your name?
- Hilaria.

Hilaria.

You'll agree
that two hours are enough.

Time is money.
Your name?

Diony.
- Diony.

It's nice and quiet,
the temperature's pleasant,

the air conditioning
is a bit too much,

but you'll have to get used to the cold.

Your name?
- Sulma.

Sulma.
And one more thing, very important:

Write with a fountain pen.
If you don't have one,

we'll give you one.

Or, to be precise, lend you one.

Your name?
- Patricia.

Do not cross anything out.

Write instead: "in other words,"

if you feel you must change a sentence.

Understood?

D%r Diary,

What do I wish for the future?

One:
A house for Mama and me.

Two."
A car of my own

in blue.
Of course.

Three."
To be elegant and distinguished.

Four
To have a university degree.

Five."
To become a world-renowned writer.

Like Hemingway.

Of all these Wishes,

the last two alone
would be enough for me.

I love you. Larita.

At sea, life is sweeter

At sea, I love you more deariy

With the sun, the moon and the stars

At sea you can find happiness

Larita,
behave yourself!

I know a gag!
V\/ho'll guess the punch line?

Part one, Batista nods his head.

That's an old one.

Part two,
Batista shakes his head.

What does that add up to?

Batista at the theater?
At the circus?

Stop, you're all wrong.

No, you're all wrong.

Batista's not assenting:
Batista's an assassin!

You're taking risks, like Hildelisa.

Hildelisa, she's really brave.
- Crazy is what she is.

Criticizing Salas Cafiizares

in the classroom
and in front of Dr. Sénchez!

What?

He supports Batista like the principal.
- We need people like Hilclelisa

for our association.

I think you like Hildelisa
a bit too much.

Don't be jealous now.

One has to defend oneself, right?
- Victor, forget it.

You imagine. Everyone's talking

about fashion and actresses,

and she comes along
with this bombshell.

Here are the papers you requested.
- Thanks.

My pleasure, bye.
- Bye.

Larita, the birdie!

Lama, say “cheese?
Cheese!

Stop, it'll end up bad.

So, try being a little serious.

Look towards me yes, alright.

Don't move, just relax.

Look serious.

D%r Diary,

What a busy day We had.

I've gathered all the papers I require.

I took my cousin to the university,

and I said to her there,

that I would one day go up these stairs,
and study here.

We looked for Mama's food stall

but We lost ourselves amongst
Havana's archways

and ended up sharing a steak.

Your scholarship is for free,
but you have to earn it first.

Yes, cousin, but to go to university

I'd go by foot to Santiago.

But it wasn't all rosy.

Something is up with Uncle Manolo.

Yesterday evening
he talked to Rosenda,

and I heard teH he has problems
at the police station.

But,
like Hemingway's old hero says,

"Now is the time to
think of only one thing."

I love you. Larita.

V\/hen I look at the sea,

I always think I see
the Old Man fighting with his fish.

Have you read our book?
- Yes.

Well, is it good?
- I'll lend it to you.

No, no. I'd prefer it,

if you'd tell it to me softly, here...

Where?
- In Cojimar.

Does it take place here?
- Yes.

Tell me.

The old man went fishing alone,

he went so far out that the coast

vanished from sight.

He wanted to catch a big fish.
- What happened?

He caught it.
- Yes?

Yes.
- All the better.

It's enormous, bigger than the boat.

L-low scary!

But then the sharks come and bite him.

The old man?

No!

The fish!

And he wants the fish so badly,

that he promises the Virgin
he'll go to Cobre if she'll let him

bring it in whole.
- To Cobre?

To fight with the sharks!
It's dangerous there!

You're only thinking
about your association

and tyranny.

Yes. And also about tyranny.

And the association.
And about tyranny.

And about you.

Don't I think of you?

Don't be angry.

So, does he go to Cobra'?

No.

The sharks eat the fish.
- What?

The whole thing?

Almost.
He reaches the beach.

What bad luck!
- But only the skeleton's left.

Does nothing good happen to him then?

He dreams of the lions on the beach.

Listen to this:

At sea, life is sweet,

At sea, out there with the lions!

The old man and you are crazy!

Both of you...

Oh, Victor,

you have no imagination.

Milk for your shoes!

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Milk is perfect
for patent leather.

We've little enough
and you waste it!

It's only a drop!

The cream from the bottom of the pot.
- That's nutritious.

Manolo!

What are you doing?
You were hurrying me...

Leave me in peace, okay?

These shoes are in such a state.
Not even goat's milk will fix them.

Here's your dress for the party.

L-low lovely.
- Do you like it'?

Very much.

Take a break. I'll iron it later.
- No, I'll do the ironing.

Go and read your books.
- Just let her do it...

You're already finished?

I can't carry on like this.

The shame is killing me.

But at least you're earning, right?

I'd prefer to wash,
iron, cook, anything.

But be in a house.

It's me who can't carry on,
sister, dear.

Life on the Force is too harsh.

Why don't you sleep at the station?
- In that hellhole?

I am glad that
you know nothing about it.

Manolo,

is it true what the people say?

What am Ito tell you?

There's a lieutenant
who wants to ruin me.

I won't stand for it.

I only hold my tongue
because of the house and the family.

You're crazy!

She's right. Selling fried foods
on the streets is shameful.

It's shameful to be without a cent.

Look!
Does the dress suit me?

Flora lent it to me,
Josefa altered it, my aunt ironed it.

Only the shoes let me down.

Oh, the youth of today!

They don't understand
that shoes are good one year,

bad the next,
and worn a third waiting for new ones.

Fine, shall we eat?

At least it's of use to someone.
- That smells good.

You can tell it'll be tasty!

Oh, cake!
- Mama, Flora,

come on!

A banquet!

Is it New Year's Eve already?

I may look bad...

but I'm ready!

Hey, look! Look!
This one looks like my cousin.

Round as a ball.
- Yes, and the middle bit's the best.

These girls are little devils.

Good that Manolo is out, else...

He'd spoil the fun!

No, there'd be another mouth to feed.

And this is my cousin:

She's always rash

and won't stay where she belongs!

We'll all go to bed with full bellies.

Full belly, happy heart.

The worst thing for a fisherman:
Eating the bait!

Eat something. You've got a mouth too.

The smell makes me sick.

Leave something for Manolo.

You may be doubly pleased
with yourselves:

Firstly,

you are all members
of an elite group:

You passed the test
with excellent marks.

That alone is a triumph.

Secondly,

you are about to get acquainted
With the USA.

Not superficially and fleetingly,
like tourists,

but instead as integrated members
of the social system.

Furthermore,

you'll learn the subtleties of English,
make new friends,

and participate
in the most modern study programs,

should you win the scholarship.

You were having fun with Hildelisa.
- Hildelisa? She's a good girl!

We need such people for the association.

By the way, we need your help
to edit the bulletin and the statutes.

And why should I help you?
- Because we're a couple.

But no, seriously...

We're having difficulties.

We want to say things
that shouldn't be said too clearly.

They have to be expressed in a manner
that they don't seem to say

what they then go on to say.

That's Double Dutch.
- But you understand me.

A-huh?

But if Hildelisa
were to write an essay...

Are we spending the afternoon with her?
- You made me wait because of her.

My neurons say,
I've something for you.

For me?
- Yes.

For you, for me, for all that are here!

Sweet!

But you know what?

I prefer the original!

Want a dedication?

It won't be as beautiful
as the dedication in our book.

This is a passport photo, right?

V\/hat's it fol'?

You're emigrating?
It's fashionable these days!

Enough, talk clearly.

What are you planning?

I applied for a US scholarship.

I didn't want to tell you
until I knew for sure.

But now I've been accepted
for the final round.

Really?

There is one further round,

but I don't think they've got
a lot of candidates left.

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Well, it's your affair.

L-low long'?

About

one year.

Lama, what about us'?

I wanted to tell you in Cojimar, but...

I thought you'd be happy.

At least about the photo.

I thought of you as I had them done.
- No.

You though about the scholarship.

And by the way...

If it is your desire...

It's not a desire.

It's a scholarship.
- It's a piece of shit.

I'm going.
- Larita!

Larita, understand!
You're dumping me and leaving!

Do you not realize? Leaving like this...

What about the association,
its statutes?

Larita, understand me. Think it over.

A lot can change in a year, you know?
- I know only too well

how bad things will get if I stay here.

Can't you study here?
- No!

Larita, we won't understand each other
this way.

If you don't like me as I am, go!

You know what you are?

You're a badly brought up brat!

L-low should I be then'? Like l-lildelisa'?

Larita,
you're too old for such nonsense.

If you do go,
then forget I ever existed.

23: Steam.

12: Bad woman.

\/\/here's Manolo? He should be here.

Is the water ready?

V\/hen he arrives,
it's worse than the '26 cyclone.

I tell you.
Policeman!

Five.

Mama, five!

The 2O for the center,
I've got the corner.

Corner, center and five toes,
washed by Larita in winter.

Pig!

32: The pig.

32, I've got it!

Bingo.
- Well, at least you could be happy then.

The princess is sad.
What's the matter then?

Sing, nightingale, sing.

21.

Snake, snake, whatever it takes.

Manolo still hasn't arrived.

I want to smoke.
-39.

Snail.

Larita, you always find everything.

Find my pipe for me.
Let's see what this damn card brings me.

She will have to find herself first.
- Here, in San Francisco de Paula?

Where else?
San Francisco, California?

Leave the saints in peace!

Manolo! At last!
I really wanted to smoke, too.

What are you thinking of?

You're not at the police station here!

Shut your mouth!
Mad old bat!

My glass of water for the saint!

Get out, Pharisee!

If that falls over,
you'll hurt yourself.

I don't give a shit if I do.

A house full of women
and not even a glass full of water!

Don't you go breaking things,
you hear me?

I'll break anything I want to.

Anything I want to, damn it!

I made it all myself.

Penny for penny, nail by nail.

I worked myself to the bone for you,
though you're worthless. Shit!

You destructive brute!

You've mistreated
your own daughter!

Rosenda!

What's happened?

Papa! I think he's dying!
- Is he having an embolism?

Rosenda, they... fired me!
- Oh no, Manolo, not that!

My God, you see, Mama?
These Bergointias are crazy!

One gets fired, the other
won't sell cakes no more,

and the craziest one
wants to go to university!

I want to die,
and vanish under the earth.

D%r Diary,

Today I've no desire
to tell you anything.

Excuse me.
On paper you can't scream or cry.

Sometimes I 'm scared.

Am I about to lose everything?

Why are people so unpleasant?

I hate Victor.

He also showed me
how distant he is to me.

But one day they'll all know
what I'm capable of.

We have something important
to tell you.

As you know,
we've been trying for some time

to recreate the pupil's association...

We know that.

Which had existed until...
- Coup d'Etat!

Please, the important thing,

is that we'll soon have
our association again.

You've read the statutes, right?

So you know
what the association's objectives are.

To defend our rights.
Our rights as students.

We must shout it in the streets!

Down with oppression!

The bulletin containing all information
will be distributed tomorrow.

Now we will vote on this.

Those in favor...

should stand up.

Victor!

We have majority approval.

Thank you.
- Congratulations.

Without you...

She stayed sitting.

She'll be very sorry one day!

You're lucky you're a girl.
- Leave me be!

Leave her alone!

So what if she didn't stand up?

I stood up...

but I don't agree either.

My father says that they
are a band of revolutionaries.

Are you going? Shall we go?

Want to study with me?

Okay, I'm going-

I'll buy you an ice cream, come on.

Fine...

Till tomorrow.

What's the matter?

Go ahead and cry.

Cry till you've cried your fill.

You can flood the whole bookstore.

It's a good place
to think and have a good sob.

Of course I'd prefer to see you happy,

as you were
when Victor gave you the book.

Remember'?
- Don't speak of him.

The pain of love
is the sweetest pain in the world.

Don't worry, he'll come back.

Think of the sea swallows

that the old man saw from his boat.

Haven't you read it?

Yes.

I read it.

And we even went to Cojimar

and I thought about you.

“He was sorry for the birds,

especially the small

delicate dark terns

that were always flying and looking

and almost never finding,

and he thought,

the birds have a harder life than we do

except for the robber birds
and the heavy strong ones.

Why did they make birds so delicate
and fine as those sea swallows

when the ocean can be so cruel?"

Rest yourself, my little bird,

and then go in search of your fortune

like any other human,

bird,

or fish.

Get that ice over here!

What's with the scholarship?

It's not decided yet.

That smells fishy.

I'd start working.

No. I've got to wait a while.
And where am I to work anyway?

Right here!
- You hear that Larita, here!

I've got a spare shift.

If you like, when Flora goes,
you can do the night shift.

What do you thinlO

Larita, you'll be able to study
during the clay. It's perfect!

No, forget the studies!

We have change shifts here.

You know that yourself.

Who says that I want to work here?

I was trying to help you.

Help me? With that idiot?

He may be an idiot but thanks to him

we sometimes get some meat to eat.

I prefer to wait a while
until I find something better.

And I want to take school-leaving exams.

You've got to understand.

I only know that we don't have a dime
and that Mama is washing for others.

Crap!

I'm buying a flash light
as soon as I can.

“You better be fearless
and confident yourself, old man'

he said..."

“'/ am not religious. ..

But! will say
ten Our Fathers and ten Hail Marys

that I should catch this fish,

and I promise to make a pilgrimage
to the Virgin of Cobre if I catch him...

Hail Mary full of Grace

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed an thou...

My regards to your mother.
Good bye.

Holy Mary...

pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death

Amen.

A complete dossier,

photos,

report card,

a letter of recommendation
from Mrs. Martinez,

communion certificate,

baptism certificate,

birth certificate.

We need to know everything
about our candidates,

to ensure their well-being over there.

Since you are Catholic
you would attend a Catholic college

a Protestant would go to a college
of her denomination, etc.

You see?

Here, on the baptism certificate

it says you were at an orphanage.

According to the baptism certificate,
you are Hilaria Suérez Bergointia,

but according to the birth certificate,
it's Hilaria Bergointia Padrén,

Hilaria, the papers have to be clear.

The orphanage children
have the name Valdes.

But I'm not...
- I know.

Some of them leave the orphanage
and are adopted.

But the papers document
each case precisely.

Yes, Miss Amalia.

Do you live alone with your mother
or do you have siblings?

With a cousin who's like a sister to me,
and with Mama...

Who's a housewife.
- And with...

the grandmother of my cousin
and my aunt and uncle.

Who's the head of the family.

What's his profession?

You need a letter
of recommendation from him,

or better still, from his boss,

and another letter of recommendation
from a respectable family

who are neither related to you
or your college.

Had you forgotten?

Is there a problem?

No, Miss Amalia.

After all,

there's still one selection round.
To your next interview...

Do you think it will take place?

Well, why not?

If not here, then perhaps at your house.

I've never been to
San Francisco de Paula.

"He looked across the sea

and knew how alone he was now.“

D%r Diary,

I cry all the time.

I cry for pain and in fury.

Everything goes wrong.

My last hope is gone."
Hemingway is traveling in Africa.

We nothing and no one left.

I have no more faith in my heart.

Rice and beans again?
- And thanks be.

And to make things sweet,
sweet potatoes.

All that's missing is avocado.
- That's enough.

If I didn't break my back working,
there'd be nothing to eat.

If everyone went to work,
we'd have other food to eat.

With my diploma
I'll get a good job.

Still banging on about that?

Wasn't the scholarship hoax
enough for you'?

Let us not speak of the wig...
- Not this again!

I'm leaving!

Screw it,
you can't even eat in peace here!

You see what these arguments lead to?

You started it!
- Stop with this nonsense.

Let us eat in peace.

Leonila, cooks tasty dishes,

but she doesn't like them.

Why won't you hold your tongue?

I pawned them for you.

Don't give up.

Studying?
Forget it!

I'm quitting school.

That's not something to joke about.

Give up now?
You're almost through!

Don't you understand?
I can't carry on.

I don't dare come home
with empty hands.

I have to work to stay living there.
- Take this.

You seem nervous.

All the photos, the interviews.
all of these efforts in vain!

Instead of making things better
I'm making them worse.

Worse!
You want everything at once.

What do you mean, Mama?
I content myself with less and less.

I'd even go to school dressed in rags.

But...

I can't concentrate any more.
I am filled with shame

because of the sweet potatoes,
they give me as alms.

Listen, you're not being given
any kind of aims.

You live with my brother, your uncle.
- Who took us in.

Why didn't you get married?

Why didn't you give me a home?

And why do I have so many names
that even I don't know who I am?

Well, tell me!

Listen, I waited long for your father.

I had hope, I don't know why.

But then I had to register you myself.

So that you could go to school.

You understand?

If you're kind and studious,
it's thanks to me.

I taught you to read

and to pray.

I always wanted the best for you.
- The best? The best? The state school?

The orphanage?
- I tried!

I'm the one who made the sacrifices.

With the patched blouses,

the worn-out shoes,
a second-hand life... I've had it!

I'll earn my living
selling cheap coffee.

Don't you dare!

I'll throw you out of the house
by the hair.

After all the sacrifices I've made
to turn you into a decent girl.

Decent?
To be decent I'd need what I don't have.

What you haven't given me.

I am Larita's teacher from the school.

Pleased to meet you, do come in.

She hasn't been at school
because she's been sick.

I wanted to see how she is.

It's this way.

Larita, your teacher is there.

Well, get up. She's come to see you.

It's alright. She's not well.

She's making such a fuss over a cold.
You'd thinks she was dying.

Would you like coffee?
- Yes.

I'll be right back.
- Thanks.

I was worried about you.

Don't say
you'd waste a year because of a cold.

Oh, Madam,

you don't know...
-what is it that I don't know?

That you are doing your best

to improve the position
that you were born into.

I also had to fight in order to study.
- Yes, Madam,

but you had parents,

a home...

You're not under a bridge here.
- It's worse.

Don't indulge in self-pity, Larita,
It won't help.

You are very emotional.
And I am the same.

Have you read it?

Did you like it?

But you seem to admire Hemingway.

I don't know.

The book is very sad...

The poor man, alone, out on the ocean.

At the beginning I thought he'd win.

Particularly when he hooked the fish.

But then...

The battle with the sharks.

VWrh only the club.

And with no one to help.

No one.

I don't like books that end badly.

I felt the same would happen to me.

I prayed to God
that it would never happen.

I'm glad I'm not a fisherman.

You didn't understand the book.

It isn't the story of a defeat.

VWI you be at school tomorrow?

Association! Association!

You'll see!
- Why won't they let me in?

I'm going inside.

You're not going inside.
That's an order.

He's the president of the association
and he's going inside.

The hell with your association!

Then no one's going inside.
No one's going in.

You're not coming in!

No one's going in.

V\/hat's going on'?

There you are, at last!

Salas Cafiizares is dead.
The best news...

You're crazy. He had a family like...

Like all the people he killed.
Are you for Batista then?

I'm a humanist.
I don't celebrate anyone's death.

They want to expel Victor
outlaw the association, and she...

No one's going in without Victor.
- That's his problem, not mine.

Traitor!

What a vveakling!

Have you no shame?

He struggled for us.

No one's coming in.
V\/e're forming a chain.

No one's coming in.

Let's picket!
Long live Victor and the association.

This is one of their leaders.

It is due to your conduct that...
- My conduct!

Cuba needs real leadership!
Down with Batista!

This is madness, Maria Isabel.

You can't behave like that.
- Come inside with me.

What are you going to do?
- Come on.

Come!

Traitor! Traitor!

You're all traitors, your mothers too.

Me, I'm...

I have to see Mrs. Martinez.

Madame!

I'll speak to Mrs. Martinez. Go now!

Alright, tell her
we'll meet at Tomes' bookstore.

Run!

Wait in the office.

This will not be without consequences,
I assure you.

I will not have
my students mishandled.

Close the door.

Let me out.
Madame!

Let me out!
- No!

A little girl
at the bottom of the sea

That's a Galician song
that my father used to sing to me.

Josefa,

one night I dreamt it was cold

and a strong wind was blowing

and I was alone
in the middle of the ocean

and was longing for my bed.

I've had worse nightmares than that!

My Child!

Take all of your strength, your pain
and your pride.

Take things head on.
And don't fall asleep.

D%r Diary,

I've paid you
so little attention recent/y.

Excuse me for not having told you
everything that's occurred.

Anyway, you were always in my thoughts.

Victor was, too.

I miss him.

His parents have sent him away,

and We h%rd no news of him.

Has he forgotten me?

I am filled with a strange peace.

What does it herald?

Is it that failure awaits me?

Something has changed in me.
You know this and understand.

Because you have been my best friend

and my only comfort this year.

Larita.

Happy Easter.
- You too.

Hilaria?

Hilaria Bergointia?
- That's me.

You want coffee?

Thanks.

Good to see you.

Happy holidays!

“Up the road, in his shack,

the old man was sleeping again.

He was still sleeping on his face

and the boy
was sitting by him watching him."

The old man was dreaming
about the Hons on the beach.