Gregorio Page #2
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- 1982
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My mom didn't like that,
but she sent me to watch out,
because my dad's a notorious drunk.
It was day of the bullfights.
Trucks were circled,
the courtyard very pretty.
Behind they had a corral
where they kept the bulls.
And I saw my dad was coming in,
totally drunk, that way, he hardly saw me.
I ran to tell my mom.
When we arrived the bull
had already ran over him.
Another guy had his guts torn out.
My mom came in, and with head shots and kicks,
she chased him off the courtyard:...
"Idiot, drunkard! Why do you come in,
not knowing how to fight a bull?"
She yanked him out, but he
still wanted to return, my dad.
Blow after blow, she dragged him out!
She was taking her revenge, my mom,
taking advantage of his drunkenness.
The next day I made him remember.
But he couldn't remember a thing,
he just said:
"My head hurts!"Now he's sick.
Sick, really sick.
He can't even eat.
Sometimes he doesn't go to work.
But you have to make more money.
- This Saturday everyone'll be paid off.
- This Saturday?
There's no more work here.
My friend, you told me that the work wasn't going
to dry up here, that there was plenty of work.
- I said... But I'm not the boss!
- Well, I wouldn't have come in that case.
I'm hired hand the same as you.
I'll be left high and dry, just like you.
Me, what I want now is
to get a room, that's all.
A room? Where are you going to get
a room, as expensive as they are?
A small room, the smallest, would cost
you more than you make in a month.
I heard it on the radio that the
government's making social housing.
We can take advantage of that.
And are you going to believe
the government, friend?
These houses are not for the poor!
You're talking seriously!
The day after tomorrow,
by Villa El Salvador...
...there's goint to be a land invasion.
- An invasion?
- An invasion, yes.
Villa Salvador is far away.
So you'd be better off going back, damn it.
Go back? Go back where,
Jacinto? Where?
To the farm. Where do you
think that's going to be?
The farm doesn't yield enough for the
lot of us to eat, just for your parents.
- We're going back, why?
- Because here's worse.
It's all pure sand! No electricity, no water...!
No trees grow or anything!
I'm not going back.
Do you want your children to die
to never get the chance to study, to be like you,
wandering from one job to another? Just like that?
But at the farm, at least we
can have a bit of something.
Here, no tree grows. Here... there's no water.
Around here it's not like our homeland.
You have to listen
to your friend, Jacinto!
The lands, without electricity,
without water... is just land!
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