The Blind Sunflowers Page #2

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... to take care of a shop, to cure the sick...

... but the most important thing, after all,

... is to be formed as people.

I.e., as Christians...

... and as Spaniards.

And we will do it together.

Are we going to do it?

Are we going to do it together?

Yes!

What's your name?

Lorenzo Mazo Martinez.

And what do you say? Will we all manage to be good Christians and good Spaniards?

I think so, Father.

OK...

Tuesday...

Arithmetic.

Do you already know the four basic operations?

Yes!

Lorenzo, can you multiply?

Yes, Father. And I can divide.

How old are you?

Seven.

So let's see, Mr. seven years, go to the blackboard.

Let's see. Twenty and four divided by six.

Perfect. Who taught you to divide?

My mom.

What, you dad doesn't know?

He died.

During the war.

My mother does not want to talk to me about this.

Is your mother the lady that brought you to school this morning?

Any brothers?

Not.

I cannot anymore.

Come on, come on.

Really, I cannot anymore.

We are almost there. On the other side of the forest lies the Portuguese border.

We must cross it before it dawns.

I am cold, and I'm hurting.

We won't do it.

Rest.

Be careful, don't get cut.

OK.

Then, where are you going?

Hunt birds.

With rifle?

Not, with something called "liga".

Come on, they are waiting for me.

Going.

When you're going to eat, offer them some tortilla.

And if they accept?

That won't happen. You only do this to be polite.

Go, give a kiss to dad.

Dad.

I'm leaving.

Where?

To the countryside, with his friends.

Ah.

What about school?

In which world you're living? It's Thursday.

Mr. Camilo, Paquito's father, is taking us.

Be careful, ok?

Yes, dad.

How's everything?

I am finishing. You can take it tomorrow.

Let's see if they pay me.

Why won't they pay you?

Yes, actually.

Prepare a dose for me, come on.

Another one, another one!

You screwed it again!

You must wait for all to seat, f***!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Twelve plus one, thirteen. A Father's dozen.

But this one is not for eating. He just sings.

Somebody wants it?

Me, me, me!

It's yours.

You all, collect firewood.

Stand up!

Let's see.

He shouldn't water nor canary seed, ok?

And now to work.

Can you pluck them?

What?

F***! The birds.

In order to fry them, we first need to pluck them, right?

Good afternoon.

Hello, hello. Blessed be the eyes! How are you doing, dear lady?

Well, very well, and you?

Not as beautiful as you.

and so prompt.

This way it's a pleasure.

A thorough job.

Clean, without a blot.

You are very gentile.

I brought the receipt. I must make some payments tomorrow, and if you could...

But of course. Love is paid with love.

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