Finding Altamira Page #2

I'm sure nobody else does.

What do you mean?

It's nothing.

Only he's telling everyone

that his quarrel with Don Marcelino

was the highpoint of the evening.

Monsieur Ratter.

Madame, this is an honor.

Good day.

This is my husband, Don Marcelino,

and our daughter, Maria.

It's in a poor state, isn't it?

Well, yes, it is.

You are truly an artist.

The colours are most impressive.

Maria.

You want to look at the carvings?

- Good day to you, sir.

- Good day.

I'll join you later.

It's so beautiful.

You know the trouble with anger?

It's a pistol that backfires.

It hurts you more

than the person you aim at.

Excuse me.

May I look?

- Is it Paleo...

- Paleolithic.

And it's perfect.

Making a cutting edge like this

requires of

a very sophisticated technique.

Thank you.

Please, where did you find it?

Good morning.

Modesto Cubillas.

You remember, sir?

I showed you the cave before.

Yes, indeed.

You found a way in...

No, it was the dog.

I'm hunting rabbits and he gets lost.

Then I search all over and then...

Woof, woof!

I pull back these brambles

and see the rocks have fallen in.

I put my head in and...

"Are you there?"

"Are you there?"

Up he jumps and licks my face, sir.

Let me see this.

Want to take a look?

Pedro, Nero, come here.

Widen the entrance a little more.

I would like to get in tomorrow.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Maria, let's go.

- Bye, Maria.

- Bye.

They were big animals.

The woolly mammoth

was bigger than an elephant,

the aurochs,

a cow like a cart horse.

Why?

It was very cold,

the end of the Ice Age.

It's broken.

See how they split the bone

to reach the marrow fat,

the richest part.

Where did you find it?

There.

Moving pictures!

Mafia?

Maria!

Oxen, Papa, oxen!

Look, Papa.

- Dancing drawings, papa.

- Let's go back. It's cold in here.

No! See? They move.

Let's see, my dear. What moves?

The stones!

What is it? The stones look like oxen?

No, look.

There are many.

It's wet.

Wet.

What is this?

It's a whole herd, Papa.

This one's standing

and this one isn't finished yet.

- Who painted them, Papa?

- I don't know.

Was it the primitives?

I don't know, Maria.

"Sealed up like a tomb"?

And you let our daughter go inside?

It was thousands of years ago,

alandslide.

There could be another landslide

at any moment.

How could you...?

Do you forget what day it is tomorrow?

Our baby's name day.

Of course I don't forget.

I know how you feel, my love,

but if we took no risks at all,

not even sensible, careful risks,

our lives would be very poor.

Maria made a real discovery today.

The wall paintings

in the church are very old.

But these paintings are older,

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