Hermanas Page #3

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You never find

the time, do you?

I'd cancel the debt anytime.

The invitation still stands.

You pay the Old People's Home

and we're even.

Dad.

Thanks, kid.

Don't worry,

it's just the smoke.

When they fired me from the paper

and things started to get rough,

we decided it would be safer

for you to come and live here.

I didn't want

to leave the country.

Now I think

it wasn't fair on you.

You could have studied

in Buenos Aires.

I like it here.

But there's

no future here.

- Where would you study medicine?

- I don't want to be a doctor now.

Physical education's no career.

I love it. Besides, I'm doing

better than I expected.

Really.

Always so self-controlled.

Never a complaint.

But, a gym teacher?

Professor of physical education,

professor.

I love working

at the gym, really.

- It's good.

- I don't think it's bad,

until you can enroll

for university.

And if I don't want to?

And I choose

to marry Sebastin

and have children

and be a housewife?

- Don't even think about it.

- Why?

A baby would leave you

with no options.

I'm not looking for options.

I don't know,

I'm lucky to have

what I love right here.

Don't worry.

Mom and I will arrange

for you to go

to Buenos Aires next year.

- You're not listening.

- What?

Nothing.

They always fitted you better

and you always

got the pink, remember?

Of course.

How could I forget?

To Natalia...

This week she saved us

from diet food,

small salad, yogurt,

cottage cheese...

Come on,

it's not that bad.

- To Aunt.

- Cheers.

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

It's a bit spicy, isn't it?

No, it's delicious.

- It isn't burnt?

- Don't be obsessive.

Obese?

That means fat.

Obsessive...

That means perfectionist.

Mom's a perfectionist.

A pain in the ass.

- What?

- Nothing.

Look what your aunt gave me.

It's from a tribe.

A tribe?

Yes, the Zulus.

From South Africa.

- It's the symbol of struggle.

- Are they warriors?

No, but they're

fighting right now.

Did you go to fight with them?

No, I didn't go

to fight with them.

I went to work for TV.

Daddy, is it true

she works for TV?

Yes, and sometimes

for newsreels.

And were they communists?

My granddad was.

But don't tell anybody.

No, well...

It's not like that.

It's nothing

to be ashamed of.

Yes. Nobody said that, Tomi.

I went with Grandma to Cuba

and I can't tell

anybody here.

It's no secret.

But nobody will understand.

What's to understand

about a 7-year-old

going to Cuba for the summer?

Fine, and now I protect him.

From what?

You're making him

- deny who he is.

- Wake up, Natalia.

You're in the United States,

1984, and the reds

are on the way out.

- Time's taught nothing.

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