Mujer-Guerrilla Page #3

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but it's Carnival season...

...La Diablada in Oruro.

My men will be all spread out,

it'll be difficult to gather them.

You are our primary

connection to the outside.

Your cover needs to remain intact.

You can't come back to the camp.

There may be a strike at Siglo XX.

And your husband?

How are things? Did you

get the trip straightened out?

I arranged everything so that

he could go study in Bulgaria.

What about Barrientos?

What happened there?

We've been in contact.

- What happened?

- I think he likes me.

I know he likes me.

- Should I try to see him again?

- Yes.

Tania, when this thing heats up...

...your job will make the difference.

Here are provisions?

Sugar, eggs, flour? What's needed.

The new employee, is he Bolivian?

Yes.

- How much do I owe you?

- No, keep your money.

- No, keep it.

- We are neighbours now.

- Take it.

- I'm not doing this for the money.

I want to take part in your project.

I have relatives in transportation.

You can rely on me for everything.

Okay?

Go with Tuma to see our neighbour...

...and tell him we need his help.

Involve him without offering much.

Tell him that we'll pay

for what he carries in the jeep...

...and nothing else.

Tumaini.

Put a little fear in him.

And explain to him that if he

betrays us he'll pay with his life.

You can drive back and forth

to town in your jeep...

...so you can buy the food we need

and we'll pay you well.

Yes, sure, whatever you want.

- Good.

- I have to tell you something.

In private, because it's something

I would only say to a friend.

Okay, fine.

You want some more?

There were two

little birds who lived in a tree.

One was quiet, the other liked to

fluff his feathers, and sing and sing.

One day a hunter came by.

He heard him sing,

then put him in his sights and shot.

But the other bird, the quiet one,

nothing happened to him.

He saved his own life.

It's a nice story.

- It's good.

- It's good. I liked it.

I really liked it.

I know what you mean.

You junkie son of a b*tch.

We'll see.

Good morning.

- How are you?

- Good morning.

This looks beautiful!

I see the factory is doing well.

- Good morning.

- Come with me.

Can we come in? Show me the house.

I see you are really busy.

Soon. I don't know when, but soon...

...we will confront the enemy.

Our contact

with the outside will be limited.

Some of us will die, and it's

sad to see your comrades die...

...because you can't help them

with your limited resources.

Food will be scarce.

Sometimes we won't have

anything to eat.

And if all of this weren't enough...

...we'll have to

endure the harsh weather.

By the end...

...we will have become human waste.

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