Tabu Page #2

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is not reality but tales.

Incidentally, there is no proof.

But if remains were found,

it could be true.

This way.

Someone asked if there are bats. Sure!

We can't see them

but we can check if they're here now.

For 23 years,

I performed my duty

respectfully and with care.

I buried 280 corpses.

Any others around,

and I'm ready to do my job.

Man, do you talk nothing but nonsense?

The World War II invasions

only strengthened

centuries-old Catholicism.

Centuries old?

Millennia, Pilar, millennia!

Rather more apostolic than Roman,

if you follow...

Not really.

Look, my dear,

losing your guest isn't that bad.

Damn Taizs!

All happily stuffing themselves

with "nata" cakes and smoking joints

after singing the psalms!

- How silly

Even the toughest Pole

would soften

at my dearest friend

Pilar's hospitality.

As for the carrot cake,

it won't go to waste.

"A slice is kept

for the one who will eat it".

I must admit,

all this climbing has made me hungry.

Not today,

I have to finish, my report

for the Peace and Justice committee.

I can't focus, I'm too worried

about my neighbour's crisis.

You worry about everything.

Sometimes I regret that

I haven't stepped on an African mine...

just to get your attention.

- You didn't even go to war.

Varices...

We've lost a soldier and won an artist.

I'm glad.

And your neighbour?

It makes me sorry

to see her all alone.

She must be having a breakdown.

She saw so little of her daughter

at Christmas.

She was in Portugal for 3 or 4 days

and had only minutes for her mother.

Left her a gift

and went to meet her husband's family.

Do you find that acceptable?

You want to see me dead!

Ungrateful! You wish for my death!

I'll kill myself right away!

- Come home, madam.

Give me my pills, black woman!

None left. If you want pills,

get them from your daughter.

How dare you?

You turned my daughter against me

with your witchcraft!

Pilar! Open up, Pilar!

You are my only friend.

Nobody cares about me...

"For Pilar"

"My dear friend,

my maid locks me in my bedroom.

I'm sure my daughter doesn't know,

or she would fire her

and take me to the doctor's

so I can get the sleeping pills I need.

I fear my daughter

has been irremediably poisoned

by this devil worshipper's

lies and witchcrafts.

Because she never listens to me

and thinks I am mad.

Pilar, I need to see you urgently.

You're the only one I can trust.

Yours. Aurora"

Pilarita, we're very concerned.

You must be very sad,

missing the little Polish

nun's company.

We came to pay you a visit.

Delicious cake!

It's the only one I can make.

- Really good.

Oh, a new painting!

It's modern... and weird.

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