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by the white man...

...to have power over the State,

we'd have to make it disappear.

So neither "nande" nor "ore".

Once an ostrich

had a race with a tick.

Before the count reached tree...

...the tick jumped

on the ostrich's beak.

The ostrich ran and ran,

trying to catch up...

...but the tick just stood

between its eyes.

In the end, the tick just

hopped over the line and won.

What's the moral?

If you're a poor wretch,

why belong to the State?

You can hop on and off

whenever you like. So you win.

Although there's an Indian

like me sitting in the Palace...

...we're ticks, and we'll always be.

What more could you ask for?

It's just like me. What am I?

You aren't anybody,

but you act as if you were...

...right boss?

Well, I like being the boss,

but I'm not your boss.

Be my boss, if you like boss,

as long as you're behind the wheel.

Fine, let's play.

Inside the car, I'm the boss,

and outside it, you are.

- Agreed?

- Great.

- Deal.

- Deal.

I already told you I don't do that.

It's good you don't chew coca,

brother.

I see those poor karai

playing the Indian...

...ponchos, rubber sandals,

chewing coca...

...those whites don't interest us.

We like karats like you, with a huge

house and a big SUV like this.

No, I don't want to be Indian.

Yes, for you it wouldn't be easy.

When I go out

they call me "Mister".

Even you thought

I was a foreigner, right?

I don't care if you're native

or foreign...

...to us, if you're karai,

you're karai, that's all.

In Bolivia we whites

are the Indians now.

Yes, the world's definitely

turned upside-down.

Now it's you whites' turn

to defend your identity.

How does it feel, man?

How are you, brothers?

Where are you going?

- We're going to Tapere.

- Get on.

And who's he?

A karai I met on the road.

So you're traveling with a karai.

Does he speak our language?

No, say what you want.

Insult him if you like.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- How are you?

- Well, thanks.

- And you?

- Fine.

Hop on.

It's all he can say.

I'm showing him around,

maybe he'll learn something.

- Do you like my car?

- Cool.

- How much did it cost you?

- It's very expensive.

Look...

We're outside the car.

I'm the boss.

Look, pal...

Brother, people need transport.

We'll never get there.

OK, in here you're the boss.

But if they get off, so do I.

The car is falling apart.

How a can the car matter

so much to you?

People need transport!

Do you want us to get stuck here?

The vehicle doesn't matter

people do!

Don't give me a grief, brother.

It hurts me to ride

in a car like this...

...when my people are stranded.

What happened?

We've been waiting for you

since yesterday.

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