Night Across the Street Page #4

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That wasn't Thomas Aquinas,

that was Thomas the Apostle.

Isn't it the same person?

Of course not.

There's several centuries separating them.

The players ran past and began playing.

He'd have to wait until the end.

He saw the bus arriving from Colliquay.

About 20 people got out

and began to sing.

They walked towards the town center.

Celso approached them.

Among them he saw Morales,

a student from Class 6 A.

Come with us,

one of the brothers is being buried.

Who?

Brother Saldias died doing his duty.

Wasn't the fireman

who died on Saturday Protestant?

Yes, he was.

Do you know the music?

It's a North American marching song.

Does it remind you of something?

Yes, it reminds me of the Dario Verdugo.

The procession of the Protestants

and that coming from Quilpu

came together.

They walked towards the Belloto cemetery.

Beethoven walked between two women

dressed in black.

Thoughtful,

he examined a battery

he'd found on the pitch.

A third procession of firemen on bicycles,

carrying wreaths,

had joined the procession.

In the distance a fourth procession

was arriving from Villa Alemana.

Do you know what that is?

It's a battery, for light.

Light?

How?

Inside there's electricity

which is what makes light.

It also makes radios work,

and washing machines...

Washing machines?

There's machines to dry clothes as well.

There are machines for everything.

There's a machine

which you can ask a question

and it'll reply.

You don't have to learn anything,

the machines do everything.

Machines are going to take over mankind.

How sad...

Come here, Carlos!

Carlos ran past

and jumped out of a window.

Just around the corner,

Gustavo appeared on his bike.

I'll get you!

Have you ever seen real gold?

Yes, my catholic aunt has stuff like that.

I've got some in my pocket.

Why?

Well, it's not forbidden.

Do you want to see it?

Come here quickly!

Let's go!

Boy!

This is the son of the builder, Barra,

a great friend of mine

and a fervent supporter of Alfonso!

Sit down, boy.

No, my friend, I don't believe in witches.

Love

belongs to human beings,

and isn't determined by creatures

who come from other planets.

I won't allow you

to treat Jesus Christ as a Martian!

I'm not catholic

but I do respect Christ.

What I don't understand

about that bean pole,

is how he managed

to stay so skinny,

going from banquet to banquet.

And given what a hit he was with women,

how he could be such a prig!

You don't respect anything.

God will punish you one day!

He already has, by making me Chilean!

Don't you believe in the Chilean people?

No, I don't believe in nationalities.

I think that we're all the same,

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