Hermanas Page #4

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- We finally agree.

You sound like kids.

Anyway, Havana

was old and ugly.

I can't say a word

without her attacking me.

Come on,

stop playing the martyr.

Tomi, go to bed.

Mom, it's almost over.

I don't know, be careful.

Do I need to tell you that she

suffered a lot? That she was young.

- She asks for it.

- Just let it go, just one time.

I am not an ogre

and she is no little lamb.

Who made Molotov cocktails

in the yard?

Watch what you say.

Leave my family alone.

And me? What am I?

We are your family, Elena.

10 years without

seeing each other...

And suddenly

she's your only family.

Tomi, go to bed.

Go to bed.

Mom, what's a Molotov cocktail?

- What?

- A Molotov cocktail.

It's a drink,

a Russian drink.

You should knock

before you come in.

Sorry.

How come you're still awake?

Exams.

And also a story

to hand in tomorrow.

- Where will it be published?

- In "La Opinin. "

Well, not me.

It's an unpublished Russian

author from last century...

Lia Divnev.

Too fake?

You're always

playing with letters.

That's my job.

Do you need help?

- Aren't you tired?

- I can type.

Thanks.

You're the only one

who can read my scrawl.

Let's see.

Serrano... 3.

Ruiz... 6.

Garca Sols...

Four point five.

No...

Nine point five.

So,

what do you think?

I love it.

The end is sad

but simple and perfect.

Crab writing,

from end to beginning.

I can't write till

I know what the end is.

I can make notes but I only begin to

write when I'm sure about the end.

Then I write backwards,

searching the origin of the story.

It seems so natural,

and what you say

is so premeditated.

I think it was Berger

who said that a story only becomes

a story once you know the end.

The end gives it sense.

Writing is associated with death

by definition.

Dad, you need fresh air.

- We'll go fishing this Sunday.

- All right.

Ok.

Good night.

Sleep well.

- What?

- Did dad leave this?

Yes. Why?

The end's missing.

- Maybe he didn't finish it.

- Impossible.

He did write the end.

It must be somewhere.

Get dressed.

Let's go and pick Tomi up.

I can't get a word right.

F***.

Don't worry,

Thomas "estar bueno. "

You said "f***"

in front of the teacher.

Stay away!

Sorry, please.

I swear I'll learn English.

Thomas!

- "Estar bueno!"

- "Estar muy bueno!"

My uncle Luis

gave me this plane.

He knows everything

about planes.

He took me and Grandma Lucy for

a helicopter ride for my birthday.

It was great.

Do you know Grandma Lucy?

Yes, of course.

Do you miss your Grandmas?

Yes, and I miss

my uncle too.

He's a Newell's fan like me.

He takes me

to the stadium.

Want any more?

Good barbecue

for a writer.

- Well...

- It's very good.

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