Quién lo impide (2021) - full transcript

- Hello.
- Hey, Candela... how are you?

Good, how are you?

Good, hanging in there,
how's it going in Madrid?

- Pretty busy with stuff... but good.
- How's life?

Wow, it's been so long.

- Yeah, it's great to see you.
- And you.

Wow, Javi, Marta...

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello, guys.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- It's been so long!

- Hi.
- How are you?



- How's it going?
- I'm busy with exams, but otherwise good.

Not much of a plan.

How are you guys?

Joni.

- How are you?
- How are you?

- Good, it's been so long.
- How are you?

It's great to see you, even like this.

I wanted to give you some good news:
the film is ready.

Wow.

- At last!
- It was about time!

You're right.

Five years, mate.

- Christ.
- Five years already?

Almost five years.



- Almost.
- That's insane.

- Sure.
- I started when I was 15.

How old are you now?

Nineteen... Almost twenty.

- That's crazy.
- A lot has happened since then.

Shit.

A real lot has happened.

Jonás, how long is it?

Good question.

It lasts three and a half hours.

- Fucking hell!
- No shit!

- Three hours?
- No way!

- No more, no less.
- What about the people?

Well, you already know,
it's an immersive experience, people...

Properly immersive...

- You have to trust people.
- A deep experience.

Exactly, you have to trust.

The good thing is...
we've done two intervals,

it's three and a half hours,
but there are two intervals,

so it has three parts
with two intervals.

For people to rethink their lives.

- Absolutely.
- Reflect on the film, what's happening.

- The moment of truth.
- Go to the toilet...

- Let it all sink in.
- Reflect, absolutely.

All right then, if you want,

why don't we watch it
and see what you think?

- Cool.
- Let's get started!

- Watching ourselves is embarrassing.
- I can't wait!

Right, then...

WHO'S STOPPING US

It's not so much
about feeling as though you're acting

it's more about making it
as true to your own lives as you can.

What we're interested in here is you,

not a fictitious character or anything.

You know?

Let's give it a try, okay?

We'll give you a couple of minutes,
go and find your own spot in pairs.

Candela and Pablo will stay here
to start with, okay?

And the rest of you...
As you wish.

I'll give you some help.

You two get together here.

Lift me up, Pablo.

- It's downhill and really uncomfortable.
- Christ, you'll kill me.

AUTUMN 2016
FIRST MEETING

Just good friends I think,

because if we start saying
that one person liked the other

and the other person
asked the other one out,

it will be a bit confusing

because that isn't
the cause of the conflict.

Yeah, you're right.

Okay, the story is
that I got on well with you,

and you started hanging out with others
and I got angry,

so I kind of couldn't care less about you
and then you come along and say,

"What's wrong?"

And I say, "Well, you know..."
And you and your mates laugh at me.

Yeah, kind of,

you saw us
laughing at you in the corridor

and I tell you
we weren't laughing at you, you know?

We were looking at you
but not laughing at you.

- I was your best friend.
- Yeah, my friend and then...

'Cos I knew you lied
and you were a kind of...

- An asshole.
- Yeah.

Then we were together
and the vegan thing cropped up.

How do we bring that in?
We were good friends

- even though I was a lying bastard.
- No...

And then I...
No, you were vegan, it's more convincing.

I don't look much of a vegan.

So, you were vegetarian,
let's not say vegan...

- Okay.
- And so...

I start reproaching you saying,

"That's a waste of time."
"You're a..."

And then you reproach me for being a liar.

- Okay.
- And...

You'd never treated me bad
even though I was an asshole.

- Okay.
- And that's about it.

We leave it at that
and that's when we go to mediation.

- Okay.
- I make you go to mediation.

- You're violent!
- Okay, that's fine.

Right then, you explain it,
see if you've got the gist of it.

- I'm the vegan.
- Yes.

You're my friend
but we'd been going out together, or not?

- Yeah, it sounds convincing.
- Okay.

And then...

So, you criticise me for being vegetarian

and I start saying I'd been with you
even though you were a liar

and you did things I didn't kind of like.

And we go to mediation
because of the conflict that arises.

Okay, sorted.
We'll wait for the rest to finish.

The mediation scene.
It has to be a sharp clap.

- Like this.
- You do it.

Yes, that's better.

A bit higher.
There.

- When you're ready.
- Do it.

Right, then...
Take it easy, when you're ready.

Okay.

Hi, guys, we're here because there's been
a problem that we don't know about.

Well, introductions first:
I'm Candela.

I'm Pablo.

We're here to help you.

So, can you tell us
who you are and why you're here?

You can start if you like.

Well, I'd like to point out that...

I remember when I used to see her
and she was happy,

it made my day

because she was positive.

I mean, she transmitted her positivism.

If I was down, she cheered me up.

But ever since what happened
with that other lad,

it got worse every time I saw her,

it was the complete opposite,

she transmitted her negative attitude

and I've ended up drifting apart
because I couldn't stand it.

I think part of the problem has been
a lack of understanding, you know?

If we said how we feel when we do things,
we'd understand one another

and get on better.

From that day
when she says I stopped talking to her,

she started to ignore me.

We used to get on well
but suddenly, from then on...

Nothing.

- Okay.
- How did you feel?

You're the one who criticises me
with your friends.

You what?

I didn't know
why she'd started to ignore me.

So, if I don't know why she ignores me,

why should I be the one to go to her?

She should do her bit,
that's what she said before.

What was the situation like before
for you, Lucia?

Well, it was different.

I mean, we'd go out together every day
and tell each other everything

and then suddenly
he preferred doing it with someone else.

Right.

I didn't mention:
we went out together.

And when she was my girlfriend

I didn't say a thing
about her being a vegetarian.

It didn't really bother me.

And now...

I didn't really know...

I knew
but it kind of surprised me a bit.

It came up in conversation,
we talked it over,

I stated my opinion

and at some point
she started saying things about me

that were irrelevant
and that weren't even true:

saying I was a liar, which I'm not.

Saying I did my own thing.

I was stating my opinion
as to why I didn't agree

and she started going on about things

which I felt were a bit disrespectful.

- So, obviously...
- Claudia, listen to him.

So, at that point I thought:
rather than losing our friendship,

let's try and sort things out.

Oil...
Palm oil, salt, chilli, onion, garlic,

soya sauce...

- Let's see...
- Hang on, what did you say first?

Which?
Monosodium glutamate?

Those are headache pills.
They sell them at the chemist, blue pills.

Why do they put it in this, man?

No idea.
It's gonna be real tasty.

NEVER HAVE I EVER...

THE TYPICAL WEEKEND
YOUR PARENTS GO TO THEIR COUNTRY HOUSE

AND YOU INVITE YOUR FRIENDS TO SLEEP OVER

...nutritional value per 110 grams:
calories: 523.

- What are you doing?
- Substance.

I bet you two euros
they don't even realise.

If they realise, I'll laugh my head off.

Christ...
Christ, mate.

Can you swap hands?
I won't look.

- What's the point?
- I don't know. I'll catch it.

You'll catch it?

- Wait, wait.
- You can reach, there we go!

Right.

Right, there's a ball and a basket.

You throw the ball into the basket.

Watch this.
Look at this.

Claudia, help me!

Go on.

Teamwork.

Right, this is how you do it.

I'm going to score from here.

- Go for it.
- Impressive.

Claudia... for Christ's sake.

I'll leave you to it.

What do you bet I win?

- Our virginity.
- Our virginity?

- Stop it.
- No!

Just let me get the ball, please.

Okay.

- Are you tired?
- I'm a bit tired.

- Are you tired?
- I'll have a quick nap later.

Yeah.

We'll have sex after, right?

You're an idiot, mate.

You're a ball hogger.

Really, life is like a song

Some sing it better and others worse

We're just fictional characters

With my mouth I can say lots of things

But my eyes can say more

If you know
Look at me and you'll hear

And if you want to enjoy yourself
I know a place

It's by the sea, it's great

Christ, why not?

When I'm by your side...

You've been messing around all this time,

and now this?

I'm a dickhead.

You're not a dickhead.

You, weak mortal,

you're doomed to the unicycle
for the rest of your days.

Come here.

I'm alright over here.

Please.

You'll miss your chance.

I didn't intend sleeping over.

Seriously?

Shit!

- It's your turn, by the way.
- What?

It's your turn.

Never have I ever...

read a book out of obligation
and enjoyed it.

Okay, it's a bit crap but...

But it's happened a lot,
it was compulsory reading

and I ended up, "Shit, I like it!"

- Yes, that happens.
- Pass it on to Alberto.

With the April Theses by Lenin, man.

That god damn baldy.

Do you read?
Can you read?

- Never have I ever really bullied anyone.
- Shit.

- Me neither.
- Asshole.

No, it was a joke, a couple of jokes.

"It was a joke, we pulled down his pants
and sodomised him, ha ha ha."

I bullied a kid,
but by accident, it was crazy,

he was bullying me and I got him back,
and I was like, shit, I'm going too far.

Never have I ever been to a teen disco.

I haven't.

- She's drinking.
- How embarrassing.

Never mind, everyone...

- Have you been to Kapi?
- No.

Come on...

Everyone has the right to make a mistake.

Or not.
It's your turn.

Okay.

Never have I ever
walked down the street naked.

Does a beach count?

- No, there are lots of nudist beaches.
- I wouldn't round here, you know?

Because of the cops.
Otherwise...

- What?
- Yeah, right...

- If it weren't for the cops, I'd go naked.
- That'd be cool.

Hey, it would be cool.

- You've gone cross-eyed.
- Yeah, sure.

Never have I ever...

cut my hand on purpose,

like a satanic ritual
from an '80s horror film, kind of, slash!

- Kind of emo?
- Kind of emo.

- I've tried but it's impossible.
- The Crown, Heath Ledger style.

Why have you tried?
To be more emo?

Like, I'm really depressed.

- The shit knife doesn't cut.
- I wanted to have a scar, but no luck.

I bet!
Emos...

Science.

Your turn, Gavira.

I've got a good one.

Never have I ever been attracted
to anyone here.

Stirring things up.

Look at that.

Right, my turn.
Never have I ever...

beaten anyone up.

Fucking hell.

I've felt like it, but...

I haven't.

Just a kick in the bollocks
and they're crying.

- That's not beating someone up.
- Yeah, but...

What are we on about?
Where am I?

It's Alberto's turn.

- My turn?
- Yeah.

Fuck, I can't think of anything.

Go to the blackboard
and pull your pants down.

Vaseline, lots of Vaseline.

- Whose turn is it?
- It's your turn, mate.

It's my turn.

Well, there you go.
This... this... this... and this.

But it's kind of a cool step like...

Wait.
It was kind of...

That's it, cool.
Cool! Hang on.

- And then the chorus...
- Hang on, see if I can do it.

That's it.

What's up, Pablo?
Sloshed on vodka?

Suck my cock.

The sea is vast, like your heart
And the waves are fierce

Like the passion I feel
When I'm next to you

Claudia,

I'm off.

- Are you going?
- I'll call you later, okay?

If you're fifteen years old
And you intend to escape

Then you have all you need to do it

You could leave before the city lights

Switch off forever beyond remedy

You could change your name
For another that sounds better

Stamp out your lineage once and for all

You could jot down in your notebook
A new code of honour

But always in poetry, never in prose

Who's stopping you?

Who's stopping you?

Who's stopping you?
Nobody's stopping you

Who's stopping you?

Who's stopping you?

Who's stopping you?
Nobody's stopping you

You could take the path
That's furthest from the hard shoulder

The one taken by those with no regrets

You'll be able to see in things
Things you couldn't see before

And even awake
You'll be a man who sleeps

The seasons will pass
And you'll forget to speak

You'll even forget your own memory

I didn't get much sleep, but I slept well.

Well, I'll not ask.

- I'm going for a lie down now.
- Okay.

- Will you wake me up?
- Sure, don't worry.

- See you.
- See you.

Stamp out your lineage once and for all.

You could jot down in your notebook
a new code of honour.

I'M A STUDENT
NOT A PUPPET

- State... Schools.
- State... Schools.

State... Schools.

FOR STATE SCHOOLING
NO TO PRIVATISATION

If we're the future,
why are they fucking us over?

If we're the future,
why are they fucking us over?

PROTEST FOR THE ABOLITION
OF REASSESSMENTS

THE REPEAL OF THE EDUCATIONAL REFORM

AND THE REVERSAL OF CUTBACKS
26TH OCTOBER 2016

From north to south...

from east to west,
we'll keep fighting for what's best.

- Fucking Educational Reform.
- Fucking Educational Reform.

Fucking Educational Reform.

No way, no way...

we don't want to pay your debts,
with health and education.

No way, no way...

we don't want to pay your debts,
with health and education.

They made a big effort
to bring in the final-exam system,

but when it comes to improving education,
the syllabus

and organising how to make lessons better
and more enjoyable,

they don't get involved.

The final-exam system is really unfair

because if you have to do an exam
and you feel ill, then what?

All the effort you've made
during secondary school is no use.

Their aim is for us to learn less and less

and for us to be less open-minded,
so we think less.

That's why they eliminate Philosophy,

a subject which really opens your mind
and makes you think.

Because in the end,

they'll manipulate us more easily
in the future.

If we all follow like sheep,
we'll do as they say and that's it.

I think there's a problem
with people dropping out of school

and nothing is being done about it.

With regards to the education system,

Spain is one of the countries
where most time is dedicated to studying.

Young kids are shut away in their rooms
studying instead of playing,

which is what they should be doing
as kids.

We dedicate so many hours

and then it's the country
with the least prospects.

We're studying for nothing.
All that time spent is wasted.

These days, there's a growing trend
of complaining about everything,

and blaming others for doing things wrong.

People don't think
about what they can do themselves,

they just blame the politicians...

Have you thought about what you can do?
If you were a politician,

maybe it's not that easy.

I'm not saying they're doing a good job
but people tend to complain,

"These do such and such, I'll complain."

"They do it differently and I complain..."
Why? Because it's the in thing.

I don't fully agree,

some people complain
just for the sake of it

because it's true, it's a growing trend,
with today's moralists...

But there are no signs of any effort.

In recordings of the Spanish
Parliament there are people asleep.

It's like a first-year
secondary school lesson.

I mean, I find it intolerable.

If they are really trying hard
and things don't work out,

perhaps things are failing
and it isn't really their fault.

What I see in today's society

is that politics is handed down to you,
it's hereditary.

If your dad is right wing, you are,

if you like mum better
and she's left wing, you're left wing.

And I come from a lineage
of extreme left wingers,

the most extreme left or whatever.

So obviously, I can't even dream
of voting a conservative,

because that's kind of the devil.

I often think,

"What if the truth lies
in being conservative?"

But I soon forget that idea.

What if the conservatives
are the good guys

and I've inherited
being a shit left winger?

It's something
we don't stop to think about.

My family, all of them... for example,
my grandmother is a Falangist,

my mother is a moderate right-winger,
but she's still a right-winger,

she was raised a right-winger
and she embraced those ideologies,

and... even so, I find myself asking

why does everything have to be
how they say it is

and how they've hammered it into me?
My mum has told me over and over

that I'm to think for myself,

that I don't have to share her beliefs,

so I can dare to go against her.

It happens with everything,

you get to a point in life
where your parents have shown you

all of the paths
and you must begin to choose your own,

you can't hang on to everything
that other people say,

and you start becoming independent,
so to speak,

with your rules,
your character, your ideologies...

SECONDARY SCHOOL STUDENTS

Carmen's idea about the lack of free t¡me,

the idea that we have to
be studying all the time,

children hardly have time to play
and our performance is poor and such...

If we could switch to that idea,
not being afraid to talk about pleasure.

I often get frustrated,
I have lots of homework most days

and at 9 p.m. it's dinner and bed,

when I would have liked to have done
some drawing on the computer or whatever.

But I can't.

Or play the piano... I like drawing,
playing the piano and singing etc.

But I never have time,
I have to do other things.

And it's like...

I'd be more productive in things I like
but I can't do them.

Or sometimes, for example,
when I'm doing things I want,

I've got homework at the back of my mind

and I can't concentrate properly
on what I really like doing

because it's like
at the back of my mind,

"You're not studying, you're wasting time,
you're going to fail."

So, I can't even relax
and do the things I enjoy.

Also, for example,
I'd like to spend my free time doing music

or learning new things,

but you have to dedicate
the whole time to studying.

You end up
seeing studying as something bad.

It doesn't leave you any time
to do things you like.

Every time I have to study,
I see it as something negative

rather than something
that should be positive for learning.

Like she said, when it comes to hobbies
or spending time at home on your own,

drawing or listening to music...

It's like teenagers are always in groups
and with friends all the time,

but we also like...
Well, at least I do...

I like being on my own doing my own thing.

Yes, the insecurity
we all feel at certain times,

"I'm not as good, so-and-so is better..."

- Feeling inferior?
- Yes.

How could we represent
that kind of insecurity?

It's really interesting
but it's difficult.

How would you represent
that moment when you feel inferior?

It isn't physical loneliness, for example,
someone sitting on their own in class.

It's more in private:
when you're on your own and you think,

"I'm different,"
but you aren't, really,

you just don't mention it
and others probably feel just the same.

And what you said before about loneliness,
what happens when people can't see you.

It's also the fear of not being accepted

like the example mentioned before
about when there's a new girl in class,

that's how she feels too.

But it's not just that, though you're
in a group and you don't feel lonely

it's like, you're going to buy something
and you wonder, "What will people think?"

Whether you're on your own or not

there's always that insecurity
of not being accepted.

I think it's important to see that too.

What am I going to do with my life?

What am I going to do with my life?

What am I going to do with my life?

What am I going to do with my life?

I've really...

no idea.

What job will I have?

TIMES OF LONELINESS

I think about love

It's such a lovely feeling.

And thoughts of a sinister nature

like death.

What will happen after all this?

Will I ever be able to see my dad again?

Or will nothing happen at all?

Will everything just come to an end,

without a word to him?

When I'm with my friends,

I don't usually think much,

I go with the flow.

But when I come to my room...

it's amazing...
the amount of things I think about.

I'll do it again.

Don't worry if you get it wrong
and do it again,

it'll be nice to have it.

Months had passed since Pablo
had drifted apart from his friends.

He met up with them

but he didn't really take part
in their jokes or usual games.

They'd wander along the Majadahonda
high street to the shopping centre

where they'd have a drink and chat...

unless they'd gone bowling
or to the cinema.

They told anecdotes from class,

criticised certain teachers,
shared stories on Instagram

or... discussed their first girlfriends.

They'd started going out with girls

and some of them
were already hooking up.

But not Pablo.

Pablo just sat there

listening to everything
as if it had nothing to do with him.

Pablo limited himself
to just being there,

it's the way he was, you know?

Well, he'd listen to everything

but as if it had
nothing to do with him,

and perhaps that ended up
pissing the others off, it's normal.

What's Pablo's real problem?

I think it's that he doesn't know
what his problem is.

It as though he feels lonelier

when he is with people
and with his friends

than when he is actually alone.

We were in PE class,
running laps around the court,

that guy there is me,

running in the opposite direction.

And I think it was Arribas,
the other Pablo, Pablo Arribas,

well, he tripped him up,

he did it half serious,
half as a joke...

Hoyos got pissed off
and started pushing him,

the teacher hadn't seen
that he'd been tripped up

and he sent Hoyos to sit on the bench,

it was all very sad.

Well, Pablo said that the gym teacher
already had it in for him.

He told me he had accidentally hit him
with a ball in another class

and the rest of the class
had laughed at the teacher,

and he'd had it in for him since then,

but I don't know, to be honest.

Hoyos always had
a sort of contained rage,

it's something his parents mentioned
to us on more than one occasion,

there were loads of arguments at home,
slamming doors,

locking himself in his room for hours,

and completely ignoring them
for days at a time.

I wasn't surprised Hoyos ended up
hitting Arribas that day...

I'd say I'm almost glad it happened.

I think that was the day
I started to like him.

Hey, what's going on here?

I've got cramp in my calf muscle.

What's going on, Pablo?

- You dickhead.
- Don't call him names.

He's gone off his head, man.

Right, Pablo, to the headmaster's office.
That's enough.

Carry on playing,
I'll be back in five minutes.

Get running, everyone.
Move it.

I said already I didn't do anything.

I just went like that, but it was a joke.
I was laughing.

He only tripped him up, it's no big deal.

Pablo looked really angry
and suddenly smashed into him,

and if the mat hadn't been there,
and instead of pushing he'd...

There's all of us gossiping:
Aitana, Javi, Jorge, Claudia.

That's me there, that's crazy...

He never goes out, never says a thing,

- and he gets good results...
- Why didn't he take the other lad too?

Where are you going?

- Well, I don't get it you know...
- Me neither.

I mean I think
you just have to go against the tide,

because I see people
who are doing things they don't want to do

and you can see that they aren't happy.

There are so few people
that really look like

they're actually happy, I don't know,

people that are making the most
out of everything

or are at least trying to...
I don't know, that's quite rare though.

For me this stage
is a bit like a black hole,

I mean, okay, perhaps you're happy,
and you're the only one who is,

and there'll be happy occasions,
but I don't know,

perhaps it's the hormones,
scientists say all sorts of stuff,

but it's exhausting, it's really tiring,

it's like
what people always say about teenagers,

those insecurities
and all of that stuff,

it'll always be there...
You've experienced it too, haven't you?

Yes, I feel I'm still a teenager.

Awesome!

...and it's exhausting because
there's so much going on in your head

and you can never take a break
or switch off

- and so it real tires you out.
- I don't think we'll ever switch off.

I mean, I think
we're always going to be like that,

so if you don't find a moment
to be happy...

Of course, but I think there are times
that you get stuck in this hole,

and it's like that
for people we know, isn't it?

It's like a vicious circle,

you don't want to feel bad,
but you sort of like it at the same time.

I don't reckon there's only one truth,
One certainty... I don't know.

Even the simplest of things,

I could say my name's Javier Sánchez

but someone else could call me
something else,

I've loads of nicknames
and stuff like that,

and each of us has our own reality,
so to speak,

but I don't know, I'm not really sure
about the idea of certainties.

Just out of curiosity, I've noticed
your hair is different colours,

but even your beard...

My beard, nails,
even my shoes and shirt.

Yeah, I got the feeling
there was something split about you.

- Yes, split in two.
- And why is that?

Well, let's see,

it all started because my mum
wouldn't let me dye my hair,

so I thought, "I'll meet you half way,"

and I only dyed half of it.

And this triggered
a series of other stuff...

So, now I don't shave
this side of my beard.

I don't paint all of my nails,
only the ones on my left hand,

and it's like
I developed two personalities.

I'm one person,

but this side is one part of me
and this is another.

I really like writing
and I also play instruments,

my thinking and methodical side
does the technical stuff,

and the other side of me
provides the inspiration,

the side that makes me
start playing an instrument

or grab a pen to write,
I don't know, perhaps it's a bit odd,

but in reality, I'm the same person,
I just like being like this.

I'm homosexual

and because I'm gay
they're always labelling me,

and a girl I don't even know was like,

"I have a gay friend,
you could hook up with him,"

or "do you like shopping?"
I don't like those things,

I'm gay and that's that.

I like playing football,
watching football,

playing music,
hanging out with my mates...

I mean, just because you are
or aren't whatever, homosexual...

who cares, a woman...

I mean every person is who they are,

but society tends to lump people together
because of what you are,

and it's not just people our age
that do it, older people do it too.

I can see you wanted to get that out,
didn't you?

Yeah, I feel much better now.

- Do you feel a bit pissed off?
- Yes, big style.

She is a chav and I'm a freak.

He's a freak and I'm normal,
I'm not a chav.

- Well, I mean...
- I'm not a chav.

A chav, well...

I'm not a chav, I mean, why?

And why am I a freak?
I mean...

Because you like manga
and all of that stuff.

- Yeah, but...
- You admit it.

Yes, I guess I do...
but because... I mean...

Shit, I get nervous.

Then if you make friends
and you get it wrong...

things like that.
Because that happened to me,

and the worst thing is
that I still meet up with those guys

and I think,
"What am I doing with my life?"

Am I a masochist or something?

I know I have to do something,
but it's as if I daren't do it.

You're with people you don't want
to be with, but yet you stay.

Why do you think that is?
Are you hooked on these people?

No, I think, more than anything,
it's not wanting to be alone,

because I often think,

"What if they're the only guys
I can talk to,"

"The only ones I can meet up with?"

So, there's a kind of uncertainty
that I sometimes feel.

I mean, I know I should stop
spending time with these people

but I don't know why I don't.

Are you scared of solitude?
Of being alone?

Yeah, you could say that.

And my current classmates
have changed a lot of things for me,

I consider them good friends
because... I don't know,

I feel like they helped me out
whenever I needed it

and I'm really glad I came
and got to know them.

This has been more recently, right?

Yes, this is more recent,
I also had my share of problems,

bullying and that sort of stuff.

They used to call me fat
and things like that

during or after class.

The head of studies had to get involved,

and they managed
to nip the problem in the bud.

Who'd have thought?

I now have a good relationship
with those guys,

because they were very sorry
about what they'd done,

and, well, there are times
when you just have to know how to forgive.

I agree about the bullying thing.

I mean, I didn't know these people,

and my case was different to hers,
she was quite lucky,

no-one intervened in my case,

of course, I moved on,

and they also moved on but in a bad way.

The only thing I could do was stay quiet,

but now, over time... sorry.

This affected you, didn't it?

- Sorry.
- No, not at all.

And over the years I've been quite scared
to get to know people

and I've found it really hard
to be able to trust people.

I mean, for three years
it was one thing after the other,

and over those three years, I was alone.

I mean, I only had my mother for support.

I was really scared when I got here,

because I thought,
"What if the same thing happens again?"

But of course
I ended up meeting great people here

and I've been able
to try to forget my past,

although it will always be there,

but life is there to be enjoyed,

so we just have to let things happen
without them affecting us as much.

We just have to deal with it ourselves
and push ahead.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you
to tell me something so difficult.

No, I'm sorry.

No, but if you can share things
and explain things from a distance,

well, it's good to do that,
even if it brings tears to your eyes

because obviously
it must have been really fucking hard.

I see you've got to know each other
and this has brought you closer,

it's something
you've been able to talk about.

Yes, we've talked a lot about...
our highs and lows.

Really, in such a short time
it has been amazing.

I was speaking to a teacher yesterday
who told me

that when you go out for a walk

you get to a point in which
the two hemispheres of the brain

activate at the same time,
and that's quite good for you.

WINTER SOLSTICE

- Hello.
- Hello.

How are you?

Good.

What are you doing here?

- Watching the fireworks.
- Yeah...

On the day of the solstice,
I wanted to go out

to see what the atmosphere was like
and watch the fireworks,

and it was there
that I ran into Candela.

Well, she actually ran into me
because I was a bit lost out there.

I find it hard to approach people

and she came over
to say hi to me with a friend.

We don't really know each other that well,

but we met in the mediation group
and she actually helps us a lot.

She gets people to open up
and I learn a lot from her.

So I'm glad to have her around
during the mediation sessions.

What's she like?

Julia.
What's she like?

I don't know much about her.
I just know she's new.

- She's new?
- Yes.

It says
that you and Julia have had an argument.

Yes.

So, you don't know her,
but you insult one another?

Sort of.

She's new at this school,

you see each other
and start shouting abuse.

No, it wasn't like that.

How, then?

I tried to help her to fit in,

but I guess it didn't work...
and here we are.

- You tried to help her to fit in?
- Yes.

Why?

Because...

it isn't easy being the new girl,

no one talks to you, everyone ignores you.

How do you know?

Because I've been a new girl.

And...

I've felt the same as she feels.

Right, okay.
So then, Julia arrives

and you want to help her
so she doesn't suffer like you did.

Yes.

So what happened
to cause an argument and you end up here?

A third person comes onto the scene...

and it led to rejection.

- I'm going to my lesson.
- Okay.

- I'll leave you to it. Bye.
- Bye.

Tell us a bit about that third person.

- We don't get it.
- Me neither.

How...?

So, she's new at school,
you try to help her fit in,

a third person turns up...

- And rejection.
- Rejection of what?

Rejection of that third person?
Or... We don't get it.

Well, I didn't want to...
I didn't want to be with that person.

I didn't...

I'd been betrayed.

I couldn't be with someone
who'd betrayed me

and act as though nothing had happened.

I felt I'd been let down.

So...

that was the end of it.

This is what we'll do...

We'll dismiss any idea like
the relationship will never be the same,

I won't get anything out of this, okay?

Leaving all that behind,
which could be a possibility.

I want you to take the tools
that we are offering you,

to come to mediation along with Julia,

and you ask her
everything you want to ask her,

you explain to her everything you want,

and try to clear up your doubts

so you can be at peace and understand
why she did the things she did

or understand her reasons as to why.

Without thinking about whether
the relationship will work again or not,

that doesn't matter.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You'll do it?

Sometimes we see school
as a type of jail and...

and in the end

we try and belong to a group
almost as if it were a gang,

we try to adapt
to everything that the group does,

and there's loads of pressure,

we don't like being labelled,

but yet we want to be labelled
as part of the group,

as part of the collective
rather than feeling as if we are alone,

because at the end of the day
it's quite a tough time

so it's a relief
to feel as if you are part of something.

With a title page...?

Yes, with your personal details
and a short description, personalise it.

What weighting will it have?

Tell him what happened.

I said, "Haven't you got my number?"
And he said he'd ask me for it later.

He went off
and then suddenly came back.

- He regretted it.
- He came over and said,

"I really regret it, give me your number."

If there's a teacher behind me

who may disapprove of me
for what I've done,

that doesn't give me any confidence
to open up before the mediators

and really tell them how I feel
and what has happened.

I'd feel really awkward.

We discussed this with Candela,
who's in a real mediation group,

and she said that at her school...

MEDIATION GROUP

...she finally feels she has to leave,

it's as though at some point
she realises and she leaves,

and she leaves them to it
and they relax a bit more.

That's how we saw it.

Marta, I don't know if you remember,
when we did that,

you weren't in a mediation group.

- Yes, I was. But I hadn't mediated.
- Right.

- And I still haven't.
- You still haven't? You're a reserve?

- Yes.
- Okay.

How did you see yourself, Marta,
compared to a year ago?

Really different to be honest.

I quite liked it, I don't know.

You see yourself,

you see how you convey your problems
in this case,

and how you kind of
shut out the mediators

because you supposedly
couldn't care less about that problem.

But you're there for a reason,

if you're there
it's because there's been a conflict

and you've come into conflict
because you feel hurt, so...

How did the idea occur to you?
Why did you join a mediation group?

I don't like it
when people argue or fight or whatever,

and a scheme that helps to solve problems
and I don't like it when problems exist,

I kill two birds with one stone.

You're often afraid of being on your own

but it's because you don't value
other people.

You've got your friends
and you say, "These are my friends,"

but you may be getting fed up of them

and you'll be left on your own
because you don't value other people,

you could get on well with them

and you say,
"I can't be bothered to find out."

Or you don't try to fit in.

There's no need to stick with a group,
like,

"This is a sect,
you can't hang around with anyone else,"

because it happens to us a lot, kind of,

"She was in this group but she goes out
with people from the other group."

"She doesn't value her friends!"
I mean, it isn't a sect.

You're free to move around
in different groups.

You can't move around between two groups.

I've moved to a different
country three times.

First, I was in the same school as you,
until first year of secondary,

sorry, first year of primary school.

Primary school.

I'd made good friends.

And for my family's own good,
we went to our mother country, Romania,

and I was there for a whole year,

I made new friends,
but it was harder, because you're new,

they all had their close-knit groups
and you come along like an outsider

until you manage to fit in,
and once you form part of the group...

- You have to leave.
- I had to leave

and I came back here, and then...

You've had to adapt before
so in the end you adapt.

It's about a girl who suffers an illness.
What happens to her?

- What film?
- The one we saw in Religion.

- Yeah, right.
- That one with the girl...

The one about...
What was it called?

- That one!
- We watched it.

- I know the one you mean.
- The drugs one.

That good actor was in it.

- The one where she died in the end?
- Yeah, that's the one.

The Fault in Our Stars.

Ideally,
how would you like to be represented

in a film or in cinema in general?
Generally speaking.

When you miss these things
you often say or the cliché

or the usual things in these situations,
these kinds of conflicts.

As people.

I mean, just people.

- Without making a drama out of it.
- It doesn't exist.

The cliché is always present but...
more normal, just as we are.

Perhaps with more serious problems,
not childish ones.

We want to be taken seriously.

Problems are reflected
as if we were dramatic,

as if it were a drama,

I mean, we sometimes have problems
that aren't a drama,

they are things we try to face up to
like adults almost,

and everyone says,
"You're at that awkward age,"

"your problems are your dramas
and you're exaggerating everything."

You can't generalise.
I get annoyed when people generalise.

- Sure.
- We're all different.

Some groups will be more interested
in smoking and others in something else.

- Videogames.
- Yeah, or series or whatever.

Each character can't be a cliché.

A normal guy
being the worst person in the world

and the seemingly bad guy being better.

Things that could happen, not just...
I bet Sergio is a bad guy.

Yeah, sure...

You mean swapping roles...
what you'd say judging by appearance?

And also each person's own reflections.

Using voice-over and someone thinking,

because I do it a lot,
I kind of think a lot.

Yes, you talk to your friends but really
you think about what's happening.

- Kind of, that reflection.
- Staring into space,

- you fix your gaze...
- And you're thinking...

And you start thinking,
oblivious to what people are saying to you

and you carry on thinking.

It might be a load of nonsense,
but you're thinking.

That's harder to do
in a scene like the one we saw

because there's always
something happening.

You can't introduce a dialogue of thought
when something is happening.

Perhaps in another scene
where they go to the bathroom

and they start thinking.

But doing that in a scene
with several people...

It's not a good idea to include thought,
unless the film is about one character.

But if there are more people involved...

Doing a voice-over for someone thinking...

It interrupts the story...

There's possibly a group of characters
but there's one who's the focal point.

- Yes, sure.
- In that case you can.

- It would work well.
- Not so much voice-over

but representing it
so you can tell what they're thinking.

During each school year I had my group
who were like, "Yeah, my best friends."

Then you had to repeat that year
and your group split up.

That's what happens.

Like Dani's group
and all the rest of them.

On two separate occasions, a teacher left
really angry and another left crying.

Our philosophy teacher,
she started crying during our lesson.

I don't know what we were doing

and she started saying,
"I can't cope with you."

She started crying and left.

It was like...
And everyone carried on talking.

We'd just made a teacher cry, it was like,

"What are you doing with your life?"

I felt really bad about it.
It was like, "I feel sorry for her!"

He acted strange in the assembly hall.

Kind of... distant.

I guess he must have problems.

What he said about mediation was cool.

But he hardly opened up.

Anyway...

I don't know why I like...

spending time with him,
he never shows any interest in me.

I don't know.

Haven't I got over
what happened yet, maybe?

But why has he?

Why haven't I?

I don't understand.

I write them down in rough,
then I copy them into this notebook

and I stick them on there.

Whenever I'm alone
I sit in front of the mirror.

I spend all my time there,

I read it and think,
"You're right."

There's one that says, "Small but tough,"

kind of, however small you might be,
you can achieve many things in life.

This metro map is rather curious.
"My world."

Yes, it's like...
I'm not sure.

I just thought one day, "Why not?"
"Why not do this?"

This is really good.

It shows all the places you've visited
or you'd like to visit in Madrid.

Yes, I've been here.
The places I'd like to go to are in green

and these are the ones I've been to
but I'd like to visit again.

I'd sit like this.
Kind of like this...

Very often
you are unaware of your appearance.

It's like,
"Who's that person sat opposite?"

I don't know.
I kind of stare into space.

It's like...

It's strange.
But I love that feeling, kind of:

being a stranger.
It's as though I'm a stranger to myself.

FIVE-MINUTE INTERVAL

This is Rotor Ivanov, he's from Bulgaria

but he's been living
in Madrid for years.

This is where he likes to go
with his accordion,

it's a strategic point in the centre,
lots of tourists pass by,

but lots of people who aren't tourists
do too, like Candela and Pablo.

We are really close
to where we started the film,

in Las Vistillas, almost a year ago.

Pablo and Candela actually met
doing another film around two years ago.

And they've finally managed to meet up,

after a long time without seeing
one other in real life and in films.

They catch up, Candela asks Pablo
what's going on in his life,

Pablo takes a while to get going,

but he eventually tells her
about his end of year trip to Andalusia.

But before that, Pablo asks Candela
about the dread lock in her hair...

A friend of mine did it. Silvio.

- A friend?
- Silvio.

REMEMBER:
"WE'RE JUST FICTIONAL CHARACTERS"

During a night out, one Friday...

- Vita!
- Gavira!

- Candela, Claudia, Cristina...
- H¡.

Tagging along with Gavira and Claudia,
Candela ends up in Cubos subway,

with a group of youths she doesn't know,

but she soon feels at ease with them.

It was one of those days
that I told Claudia and Candela to come,

I don't know
how I managed to convince them.

I was just doing my own thing,
I guess I was avoiding them a bit.

And meanwhile
they were making friends in a group.

- I'm Claudia.
- Hi, I'm Noelia.

- I'm Iván.
- How's it going?

We were talking about music groups.

- Right, she's studying Arts too...
- No, I'm in 4th year.

Did you bite him?

We go to Cubos every weekend.

We eat with our grandparents,
go about our normal lives,

our parents give us a hard time
and we always end up in Cubos.

Fridays at 4 p.m.
when we don't have anything else to do

and it's finally the weekend,
we head to Cubos.

All of the punks,
metal-heads, rebels, emos...

and whoever else is there,
we all meet up and chat about stuff.

We chat about music, our lives,
what our day-to-day lives mean,

perhaps things that are a bit deep
for kids our age,

but that's what we like.

I said I'd like to study
something language-related

and they were like,
"Yeah, social sciences."

But anyway, in the end I've decided
to go into teaching, so, not far off it.

Silvio was in the group,
I hardly know him at all,

I think I've chatted to him
once or twice.

- Silvio offered her a cigarette...
- Do you smoke?

And she ended up keeping his lighter...

Will you give me your lighter?

I don't know if it was on purpose
and she'd planned it,

but she ended up using it
as an excuse to talk to him.

Then they found each other on Instagram,
as you do,

and he slid into her dms.

Silvio had a super weird nickname,
kurzerhandbtch or something like that,

something German I think.

Silvio's posts weren't especially normal
but we found ourselves asking,

"Who the hell is this guy?"

And...

well, they chatted a bit through dm,

and they used the lighter as an excuse
to meet up another day in Debod.

Candela had been talking to me
about Silvio for days

and she finally told me
she was going to meet him in Debod,

I was happy to hear that,
and she asked me to go with her,

I guess to make sure she'd be safer
and feel more at ease.

- I think I've seen him.
- Where?

Over there.

It was hard to find them
among so many people,

but they were in a group
singing and dancing...

they gave off a really good vibe.

Silvio got up and came over to say hi.

- How are you?
- Good.

Hi.

SPRING 2017

- You came!
- Yeah, it's cool.

I'm with some friends,
are you coming or...?

Yeah, we'll say hi.

- This is awesome.
- We've got a guitar and everything,

-dancing
-Well, I missed the best part.

I was chatting to Noelia and Iván,
who I'd spoken to in Cubos

but I was really intrigued to know
what these two were chatting about...

I'm going for a walk.

Suddenly they got up

and with the excuse
of going to get a beer

they left, so they'd get a chance
to be alone of course.

Very Spanish!

When I talked to Candela afterwards,

I asked her
if they had kissed or anything,

but Candela told me they hadn't.

- How old did you say you were?
- Nineteen.

A bit old.
Nah, I'm still young.

- Candela would have been 15 back then.
- I'm 15.

- But almost 16.
- Almost 16.

Coming of age is cool, right?

Well...

- sometimes...
- Pablo,

how are you?

- I bumped into them on Gran Via...
- What are you doing here?

That guy is me.

Candela asked me what I was doing there.

I told her I'd come from Joy,
an under-18 club,

- I don't know why, it wasn't true.
- What were you doing in Joy?

She seemed happy to see me.

- Silvio. Pablo...
- And she introduced me to Silvio

who was standing there,
not knowing what to do.

Candela seemed happy
and nervous at the same time,

and I didn't want to interrupt them,

it looked as if
there was something between them.

I'll write to you.
We can meet up.

I pretended I was in a rush,

we hugged and she told me
she'd text me to meet up another day.

Who was that?

Pablo, he's a friend.
We did a film together.

That's when Candela tells Silvio
that she met me two years ago

when we did a film together.
It was quite an experience for us

because we kissed several times
and we were both really embarrassed.

Supposedly, it should unite you forever

- or something.
- Do you like films?

Silvio isn't much interested in films,
and he admits it.

- I don't go to the pictures much.
- But she loves going.

Her parents like going
and they've taken her with them a lot.

Everyone's texting asking where we are.

- Shall we head back?
- Okay.

I left my jacket.

It's getting dark
and their friends are texting.

Just a pleasant walk.

The Easter holidays start in a few days.

- How are you doing, Cande?
- Fine.

On the long car journey from Madrid
to Cheles, her parent's village,

Candela rearranges
the safety pins on her trousers.

Driving through Extremadura,
feeling bored and sick,

she sends Silvio
photos of the countryside.

EASTER HOLIDAYS

Get my suitcase.

- Hello!
- Good gracious, my Candela!

Soon after, she joins her dear gran,
her uncles, aunts and cousins,

her village.

How are you?

- How are you, Gran?
- Pardon?

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Fine?
- Yes.

- Lots of people here for Easter?
- Yes, lots, and there are more to come.

- Don't you go out?
- No, I don't.

- Why not?
- Because I'm old now.

- What do you want, sweetie?
- She wants you.

Your granny, right?
Granny.

Going to the village
has its good points and bad points.

And this visit
comes at a pretty bad time for Candela.

Right then, this is...
Jorge, you're being filmed.

You'll be in a film.

We'll go to the steps.

- We'll go this way, I'll help you.
- I have trouble with steps.

No.

The next day,
when Candela takes her gran to Mass,

she has a funny feeling.

Soon after, she picks out Silvio,
on the steps next to the village church.

As she climbs each of the church steps
her heart beats faster and faster.

She leaves her gran with her mum
and she slips away,

trying not to draw attention
to the boy following her close behind.

Candela's first reaction
is that of anger and fear.

She tries to act as normal.

She can't believe what's happening.

But as they walk away from the church,
she laughs and her emotions come forth.

Are you stupid?

My mum was there,
my gran, my cousins, everyone.

Everyone knows me!

You're mad!

It was unbelievable.

The waitress from the bar
was to the left of you,

I've known her all my life,
since I was a kid.

And my uncle Jacinto was there,
the official village reporter.

And the mayor, he's a relative of ours,
he was there...

I saw you and I didn't know what to do.

They walk away from the village

until Silvio asks
where she's taking him.

She says she doesn't know, but far away.

It occurs to her
that they could reach the reservoir.

They leave the village behind
and walk through the fields.

I saw the photo you put on Instagram,
when you're in Cheles next to the church.

And I thought,
"I'm here in Madrid, bored sick."

So I looked it up on the Internet:
Madrid-Cheles.

And I got up
at eight o'clock this morning,

and I caught the bus.

I got off at Badajoz
and I had to wait half an hour

because I had to catch
another bus to Cheles.

And I finally got to the village.

- I've been wandering around for two hours.
- You're mad.

Candela still thinks Silvio is mad,

but she's calmed down
and she's glad to be with him.

She's never had an adventure
in her village.

She talks about her parent's love story,
they're from Cheles,

and for the first time ever
she feels proud of it.

All my grandparents are from the village.

My parents got together
when they were my age.

Then she asks Silvio where he's from.

He says he's from Ecuador,
though he didn't live there for long.

His dad died when he was a baby.

His mum came to Spain
in search of opportunities.

Where did you live in Ecuador?

My mum told me it was called El Oro,
I think.

It's odd how Silvio can't remember
the name of the place he was born.

I lived with my parents,

but when I was ten months old,

my dad died in a car accident.

They get to the jetty.
Candela has known it all her life.

Families go there in summer
and when it's sunny.

She explains that the land
on the other side is Portugal.

She also explains
that it was the smugglers' route.

Families used to cross
to buy tobacco, coffee

and other goods.

They throw stones into the water,
not really knowing what to do.

- Have you ever crossed?
- Where to?

- To Portugal.
- No.

Then Silvio says
he'd love to see Portugal.

He suggests taking a kayak and rowing,

to leave the country,
just for a few minutes.

The music could come in here.

It was composed by Andrei,

one of Silvio's friends
whom he calls "the Russian".

It's cool.

Here we go.

Training for the Olympics in kayak.

Hey, get rowing.

- How are you doing?
- Fine.

I'll take you if you like.

We made it.

Here, grab this.

Perfect.

PORTUGAL

Hang on.

We'll get carried away.
What time is it?

I haven't got my phone.

It's eight o'clock,
they'll be looking for me.

What?
We'll have to head back to Spain.

Silvio and Candela
have crossed the reservoir

and they're back in the village
before nightfall.

It gets dark really late
during Easter Week.

They share a cigarette at the bus stop
waiting for Silvio's bus to Madrid.

They do it in secret,

Candela can't let the villagers
see her smoking.

Neither smoking nor with him.

But when the bus comes,

she's the one
who makes a move to steal the last kiss.

See you soon.

Then Silvio gets on the bus
leaving Candela alone at the bus stop.

It's hard to explain
what she's feeling inside.

She feels a kind of electric shock,

and then a tingling,
her heart is beating fast

and she tries to breathe slowly.

Images of what she's just experienced
flash through her mind.

It's as though it wasn't real.

What a crazy day!

Silvio goes over what happened.

He's not sure he did the right thing.

This time yesterday,
he decided to buy the ticket to Cheles,

and 24 hours later,
he's heading back to Madrid

filled with mixed feelings.

Wow, but I had such a good time...

For a moment,
he fears having seemed intrusive,

it's in his nature,

but he doesn't want Candela
to get him wrong.

Although later, when he cut me off...

He recalls when Candela cut him short
saying they had to head back to Spain

and he smiles.

He thinks
he's never known anyone so special.

IT'S BEEN
A STRANGE DAY HAHA

Silvio has texted her
from the bus to Madrid.

And Candela, now in bed, replies.

Then he writes something
we're not to know about.

I always thought...

that after...

I'd liked a lot of girls
but none of them ever liked me

and I always thought that nobody...

I always thought
nobody was going to like me,

because... I don't know why.

And I remember that she was the one
who told me she loved me,

which was crazy because I loved her too

and it was like...

she wants the same as me,
that's awesome.

- Love you?
- Yes.

That's good, right?

It's also that feeling
of being able to say it,

and them saying it to you,

and that it's the other person
who takes the plunge and says it.

The feeling that they want
the same as you do.

And being able to say
"I love you" isn't that easy.

- We've drifted a bit.
- To love.

That's okay, loads of people find it hard
to talk about it,

you guys do too,

but in the end
it's weird not to talk about it

because it's probably
the most important thing.

- Yeah sure.
- Is there anything more important?

I think love is very idealised,

I don't know,

it's not the same at the start as it is
after you've been together 5 or 10 years.

The essence of everything changes,

or at least I felt that way,
after three years,

it's as if something changes in you.

I mean, we're at an age when...

I don't know, maybe not,
but with the guy I'm with,

I mean, I don't know, but I'm
not thinking about the long-term,

nor do I want to... I don't know,
I don't want to tie myself down

- because we're at an age in which...
- Just no.

We want to experiment,
we'll think one thing today

and the next day something else,
we're totally bipolar.

Right now, I'm more interested
in my partner's life than my own,

and it doesn't have to be like that,

you can't get attached
to the other person...

I don't know, but deep down

you spend more time
thinking about the other person

and whether they are happy
than whether you are happy yourself,

and I think that in the end,
when the relationship ends,

you realise
that perhaps it wasn't like that

but deep down you were really happy
sharing everything with the other person

and thinking about them
more than yourself.

I'd like to add something else,
it's something I really like:

I've been with my partner
for two years today

and it's true
that I'm always thinking about her.

But today I've been thinking about myself!

And I realised...

and as you said,
it's a bit strange to be like that,

but I was thinking about
myself and I realised

that since I've been with her
I love myself more.

It's really weird,
but that's how it is.

That makes me think
that love isn't blind,

it's the complete opposite.

Falling in love is blind, but true love,

true love can see
and it doesn't need glasses.

- You learn to love and love yourself.
- And see with a magnifying glass.

And now completely changing topic,
did you have an end of year trip?

- Yes, to Italy at the end of 4th year.
- The end of 4th year and...

- They didn't go.
- I didn't go,

- I'd already been there with my family.
- Okay.

Rony, you went, how was it?

I went with all the people
I planned to go with from my group...

- There were loads who didn't go...
- Teachers went with you, right?

Yes, two teachers went, Jossie went
and Montserrat the maths teacher did too,

and it was an incredible experience
because we got to go on holiday

without our parents
and with our friends,

and we got to share opinions
with them about... I don't know,

the architectural stuff we saw
or other stuff.

It was really funny,
because the teacher who was here,

I mean we aren't going to lie...

- Did she go on the trip with you?
- Yeah.

There were people drinking, I was too...

everyone was,

and of course we were lucky
that we'd bought a bottle of lemon Fanta,

and she was there keeping an eye on us
and she came down and said,

"Hey, let's see that,"
and I was thinking shit...

So I gave it to her
and she sniffed it and was like,

"It's only lemon Fanta,
you don't have any alcohol,"

I mean, what a fucking idiot.

Wow, that's awesome,

I love the logo.

- Yeah, my girlfriend did it.
- Seriously?

Yeah, it's super cool, isn't it?
My sisters did the front cover,

they worked really hard on it,

I'm really happy with it.

Guys, pay attention, okay?

- How are you doing?
- Fine.

Listen, we'll start off
dealing with the allocation of rooms.

As I said,
you'll be in shared rooms of four,

two bunk beds in each,
you can sort yourselves out.

I'm not going to say
boys with boys, girls with girls.

You have your own criteria
and common sense.

Pedro will pass the sheet round,
but remember,

if there are 28 on the way there,
there'll be 28 on the way back.

Right.

Well, here we are watching
the typical end of year trip

that they go on
at the end of sixth form

and these are students
from a secondary school in Madrid

who are going on a trip to Andalusia.

They're going to Cordoba,
Seville and Granada.

Here they are deciding on
the room allocations,

deciding who is going to share a room
with who, sorting out the groups,

which will define the whole trip.

Although the truth is, where you sit
on the bus more or less determines

who you will be with
for the rest of the trip.

- Is that the groups list?
- Yes, who shall we go with?

Jorge, we've been put in a group.

In fact, on the bus,

you can see that the ones at the front
are planning it all out.

The ones at the back
don't seem to care much.

- Are you coming with us?
- Alright.

Well, Gonzalo, Dani and me, with Pablo.

Well, that guy there was Pablo's friend
but he isn't with Pablo now,

he's with another girl on the bus
who he seems to have a thing with.

We're all rather hypocritical.
I mean...

Okay, you don't wax your legs
or whatever...

- but then you don't manage to...
- No, but still,

when you see someone who doesn't wax,
applaud them all the same...

Where you sit on the bus
and how you interact with people

defines the group you belong to
at the end of the year,

and I don't think Pablo is in
any of those groups

and he's quite alone.

You can see he isn't really
hanging out with anyone at the moment,

not knowing
where he's going to sleep or fit in.

Guys!
Guys!

What?

We've made a record!

I'll play a song before you doze off.

Just so you know, remember:
Linze with a z, "Dame más",

you can have it cheaper
'cos you're my pals. How's that?

This is just the opening show.
Go for it, Félix.

IF THERE ARE 28 ON THE WAY THERE,
THERE'LL BE 28 ON THE WAY BACK

Hello!
Hello.

- Hi, guys.
- Come on, listen up, please.

- Thank you.
- Hello.

Hello.
First of all, I'd like to welcome you all.

My name's Maria,
I'll be your guide during this visit,

your end of school-year trip,
and as you know we're in Granada

and we'll be going to Cordoba and Seville.

I'll be with you in all three cities.

You have a while to relax,
freshen up, whatever you like till 6 p.m.

- Until 6 p.m.
- The coach will be here at 6 p.m.

We'll be going for a walk
around the Albayzín,

one of the prettiest districts in Granada.

You'll get to learn about this city
in a very magical place, all right?

So then, welcome and nice meeting you.

- And you too.
- Right.

The key.

And it's a really cool time,
because the end of year trip is...

something that you've been waiting for
all year

and you feel like you deserve it.

It's the first time you'll get
to spend so much time

with the people that you've shared
a large part of your life with.

Wait here a minute,
I'd like to tell you something.

Have you noticed
the Albayzín has very narrow streets,

they're like labyrinths, right?
Lots of corners.

You'll have noticed
it's hot in this city.

So, the houses are cool
because of the narrow streets,

they keep them cool and offer shade.

It's common in Andalusia,
as we'll see in the other two cities.

Come on, time to walk uphill.

Right, listen now.

This is the Arco de la Pesas.
Be careful.

It's kind of the first time
you get to see them

outside of school and at night.

You'll find out how they sleep or dance,

and it's also like
you can be whoever you want,

you can be whoever you want to be.

Make some room so everyone can see, okay?

Let's make our way through,
try and find a space.

We'll stand over here.
Pedro, see if we can all fit in.

Right, we're in front of the Alhambra.

As you can see, the image of the Alhambra
is extremely prominent, don't you think?

The reddish tones.
Can you see the tones?

Alhambra means "the red one",
and Alhamar began to build it.

Legend has it
that he looked out of the window at night

and he could see the reddish ridge,
called "the red hill of the Alhambra".

So, he decided
to build his fortress there,

because he'd just taken Granada,
he had friends but he had enemies too,

he'd feel safer there.

We had the Alhambra as a city or town...

- As a city.
- Listen.

And we also had Granada
which was on this side.

Beyond that tower,

everything was built
by the following generations.

They built palaces and gardens,

and what you can see
in the background is the Generalife.

- Right, come on, say Granada!
- Granada!

We say "Graná".
Ready.

- Back here in ten minutes, okay, guys?
- Okay.

- Ten minutes.
- All right, see you in a bit.

Ten minutes.

- Spray some on us.
- Yes, please.

I think I blinked.

Yes, spray me!
Right there.

Hydration.

- You're baptised.
- How nice.

- You can see the suffering.
- You've wet my glasses.

- Spray him.
- Revenge.

- That'll do.
- He loves it.

- He's challenging you.
- Give it here.

Typical, a science student.

Here.

- You should see mine.
- You bet.

- Look at Javi's.
- Mine's the best.

- Look at mine...
- This is top-notch.

- That signature?
- That signature...

- It occurred to me at the time.
- Look at his face.

- It could pass as you.
- It was before I changed and stuff.

- Changed?
- When are these two coming back?

- No one saw you?
- No.

What have you bought?

- They had no Jager.
- No shit.

- They had none left.
- It's all they had.

- Negrita rum and vodka.
- Shit.

- I need a rucksack.
- Has anyone got one?

- I have.
- Yeah.

Javi, you've got a big bag,
lend us your bag.

There's a problem, it's full of books.

- Fucking hell.
- Seriously?

- I don't know, man. You know me.
- Listen, mate.

I'll take your books.

I think mine is too small.

- It won't fit.
- No.

We need another bag.

Yeah, I don't know,
I hadn't thought about it.

- Ready?
- Ready.

- Right, perfect.
- Bring the alcohol.

We're here to have a good time.

I have a good time reading.
I don't know.

- I like going someplace secluded.
- What place? We've no time.

- No, here, Andalusia, dammit.
- Come on!

We'll be going places on the coach.
Where are you going to read?

On the coach.

- That's enough, I guess.
- Pour some more in.

It'll blow our heads off.

- We're in room 228.
- Who's in there?

I'm not sure, mate.
Javi, Oli, Lucas, everyone.

- Come with us.
- How much do we have to pay?

About three euros I think, it's not much.
Come along, it'll be good.

- Shall we go?
- I don't know, I don't feel like it.

- Are you seriously going to go?
- I guess, man, I fancy going.

- Aren't you coming, then?
- No, I'd rather stay here and rest.

- Have you ever had an erotic dream...?
- Exactly... about a teacher.

- Well, I can tell you a name. Peter.
- Peter!

It was obvious.

- No!
- Did she say yes?

- What?
- Look at her.

- No.
- No? What a liar.

- Who?
- Peter.

The PE teacher?

No.
No!

- No.
- Tell us about it.

- No shit!
- I couldn't look at him the next day.

- No, but...
- I didn't know.

- Awesome.
- It doesn't leave this room, man.

Only 'cos I'm pissed,
I wouldn't have told you otherwise.

That's not fair.

- It's one way of putting it.
- Guess who's had erotic dreams with Peter?

- The guide!
- The guide, have you noticed?

Don't get jealous, it's cool.

It's Lucas' turn.

- Gonzalo, he's sat here all quiet.
- He hasn't said a word.

- All right.
- Go on, Gonzalo.

Right, truth.

- Shit.
- Bloody hell.

- Bloody hell.
- The booze.

- Shit, what do we do?
- Open the window.

Where have you put the booze?

- For Christ's sake.
- Man!

- Don't panic, it's only this dude.
- Fucking hell, mate!

- Fucking hell!
- Warn us.

- You're a bit late turning up now.
- We'll have to use a password.

- Have a drink.
- You're an idiot, man.

We should use a code
or something to come in.

- Don't keep the bottle to yourself.
- What are you doing?

- Nothing, we were...
- Do you want to know what we were doing?

- They were asking Lucas a question.
- Command or truth?

- Command or truth.
- No.

- It's Gonzalo's turn.
- Go on, Gonz.

Truth.

- Truth.
- Tru-truth.

- Truth.
- Truth.

- Truth.
- Right.

We could ask him the classic one.

Who would you screw in this bedroom?

- The classic question.
- Who would you screw?

- The legendary.
- Come on.

- Honestly?
- Yes, honestly.

All the girls.

Who?
All of us?

- Fucking hell, how romantic!
- You've no filter, man.

No, mate, I've no filter.

You've got a sieve!
Let them fall through!

Lick Jorge's foot.

- Go on.
- Go on!

- Lick his blister.
- Go on, lick it.

- Wait.
- Careful.

- Careful.
- I don't believe it.

- The sole of his foot.
- Go on.

- And his toes too.
- His little toe as well.

That one the most.

- A quick lick.
- Go on, a quick one.

- No!
- Go on!

- Is Lautaro asleep?
- Still.

You have to kiss Lautaro and wake him up.

- Like Sleeping Beauty.
- Yeah, man.

- No, come on.
- You said command.

- Yeah.
- Please, man.

- Is he awake or asleep?
- Asleep.

- He's out of it, he's in limbo.
- He's out of it.

Let's see how you get down.

Kiss him with your lips,
not with your foot.

It's just a peck.

- No, don't you dare.
- Look what he's doing.

- Lautaro, you're playful.
- Fuck off, don't you dare.

Go on, kiss him.

No, forget this command.

- Don't chicken out.
- I didn't choose command, so forget it.

- You can't do that.
- A garment, Lautaro.

- Let him kiss your foot at least.
- Fuck off.

- Anywhere at all.
- Lautaro, garment.

- The jury has its say.
- I didn't choose.

The jury dictates: either he kisses him
or he has to kiss his foot.

- It's his choice.
- Kiss his foot.

Yeah, and he can lick my balls.

- Who's smoking?
- The puma!

- It's your turn with dare.
- Right, Claudia.

- Right, but a good one.
- Claudia.

- It's her turn for a dare, right, Lucia?
- Yes.

- You have to declare your love to someone.
- Who to?

Who?
Who can she declare her love to?

Declare your love to Pablo.

- Yes.
- Yes, Pablo, please.

- Yes, please.
- No, man.

- He'll hit me.
- You daren't do it.

I daren't.

Go to Pablo's room
and declare your love to him.

- Go on.
- What do I say?

- You can do it.
- What you feel about him.

- How you've felt all this time.
- Yeah, go on.

- For three years.
- Take a swig and go.

Okay, I'll finish this and go.

- Let's go.
- Olé.

It's been a year.
You've been in love with him for a year.

- One year.
- What do I say?

- You kneel down and say whatever.
- Say, "I really like you."

- On your knees.
- Go on, go for it.

- Go on.
- Go for it.

- She's going for it.
- Let's see you do it.

- Go for it.
- I'm going.

- Go on.
- This is a bit wet.

You're the one who's a bit wet...

- Have I woken you up?
- No, but I was about to go to bed.

- Are you alright?
- Yes.

I wanted to talk to you for a minute.

- Okay, then.
- Right, you see...

The thing is... I mean...

It's hard for me to admit this
but I've been...

I've been in love with you
for over a year.

I like you.

- Peter's coming! Run!
- Peter!

What are you doing?

What's he doing?

Why do we always get
such strange PE teachers?

- To make it exciting.
- Just look at him, the poor guy...

What's he doing?

The panorama at seven in the morning,

Pedro is doing his stretches.
My god...

Their late-night drinking games

always tend to end
with rather cruel jokes

and...

this time it was Pablo
who was being ridiculed.

Well, he told me that the next day,
before getting on the bus,

Claudia,
the girl who had laughed at him,

apologised to him and told him
she felt really bad about it.

Anyway, in Cordoba
things started to get better for Pablo,

- in fact that morning a group of guys...
- Pablo,

- do you want to sit with us?
- Alright.

- I'll make some room for you.
- Clear a space.

The guys who hadn't been involved
in the previous nights' antics

told him he could sit with them
at breakfast,

so he was a bit less alone.

They're interested in all the excursions

and the more fun...
no, not fun, the more...

the more academic parts of the trip.

They're generalising
"So that people may enter."

Whoever.
Open the doors to everyone.

- Bear in mind...
- I'd love that.

When Nazism was on the rise,
the Shintoists also emerged.

The Shintoists are extremist
with the issue of "the chosen ones".

- They are the chosen ones.
- But this was before that.

- Pretty please, here.
- Ta.

- Listen, I've got loads of knots...
- Hey, Rony...

- I don't know what to wear.
- Try it on.

This one is really blue,
but I'm wearing black, so I don't know.

- No.
- The other one.

- You sure?
- It'll look great.

- Let me look.
- I'll give you a hand.

Have you got any aftersun?
I'm burnt.

- Rony, have you got some?
- It's in my room.

In your room.
Rony, which is your room?

I like the blue one.

Thanks.

- What about this one?
- Perfect.

- That'll do.
- Have you found the mascara?

I'll put this away.

Why don't you look in a mirror?

- I'll take a photo at sunset.
- That's it.

Do it in a mirror, it's easier.

- No.
- Yes.

This is a mismatch

You say you've expertise
But your mind starts to cease

Then you come to realise
That you ain't so wise

No matter what time
I see it all the time

You copy the dictionary rhymes
Can't you talk?

I think Pablo felt that...

it made sense for him to be there.

You'll just have to learn
A fish out of water can't swim

The fish is dead

- Shall we play it?
- Okay.

- There aren't any lyrics.
- It doesn't matter.

Alright.

- Normal first of all.
- Yes, then I'll change key.

One, two, three and...

What the hell are you doing
playing the guitar?

Come on, guys.
Let's make a move.

- It's delicious. So smooth.
- I hate you.

- I'll take more off you.
- So will I.

- It's so nice.
- What flavour is it?

No!

- It's delicious.
- Really sweet.

- God, it tastes like medicine.
- These two are the best.

It's really nice, isn't it?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Anything else?
- No, nothing else. Serviettes, guys.

- Give me one.
- The raspberry one is delicious.

Hey, isn't that...?

- Hi!
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello, good evening.

- Good evening.
- How are you?

And when they went for a walk
in the evening,

they bumped into the PE teacher

taking a stroll with the guide

and he was trying
to flirt with her a bit.

Pablo told me
that they made up a song and everything

about this romance.

Go to the bridge, it's pleasant there

- and it's cool by the river.
- A nice breeze.

There's a statue
of St. Raphael the Archangel

the patron saint of Cordoba,
you can light a candle and make a wish.

- It's really nice.
- Okay.

- Alright.
- It sounds good.

- Right, good night.
- Good night.

- See you later.
- Bye.

- Early back...
- Yes.

Okay.

Did you see her?
She looked really nice in that dress.

- With lipstick on.
- God, she was...

Did you see Pedro?
His face changed completely.

Well, Pablo and Rony began to be
more attentive to one another

and they started talking more,

sharing more,

and looking at each other more...

- You've never been here before, I guess.
- No, not to Cordoba.

- What about you?
- Me neither.

- I'm quite enjoying it.
- It's beautiful.

I love the little plant pots
along the streets and the colours.

Yes, it's a very lively city.

Well, they talked to each other shyly,
they're both quite shy,

so they found it awkward
to look straight into each other's eyes.

It's nice and cool by the river.

- Have you got a lighter?
- I think I have.

- It'll be easier.
- Wait.

Yes.
How do we do this?

Light it, make a wish, blow it out...

So, having listened
to what the guide had told them,

they crossed the bridge

and went to the statue
of the Archangel St. Raphael.

And Rony...

lit a candle

and made a wish.

If it blows out does it bring bad luck?

- Shit, mine has blown out.
- What?

This is a bad omen.

- Can you let me have one?
- Yes.

Are you going to get one?

- Aren't you going to get one?
- No.

Seeing that Pablo couldn't bring himself
to do it, she got another candle

and lit if for him
so he could make a wish.

- Make a wish.
- Me?

- I make a wish then leave it?
- I guess so.

Although we don't actually know
what Pablo wished for

I think it's going to come true.

- Seriously? Are you kidding me?
- Come on, I need good photos.

Go on, Rony, get in.

I'm singing in the rain

- It's a bit slimy.
- Yeah, it is a bit.

- One, two, three. Seville!
- A crazy photo, of all of us.

- Yeah, come on!
- One, two, three.

Kurkuveu means "rainbow".

- What does that mean?
- What do you think it is?

- A good trip or something like that?
- No.

- I don't know.
- It's "I like..."

- I like...
- "...life".

Life.
Right.

What else?

Let's see what I can think of.

- The similar words are easier.
- Yes.

Words that sound similar.
Sandale. You say it.

- Sandal.
- Yes. That one is similar.

Okay.
Ochi.

It's written with c-h-i.

The letters ch aren't pronounced like...

- Kind of...
- Yes.

- It's like a k sound.
- Yes, it's like a k.

- I've no idea.
- Eyes.

- Are your parents Rumanian?
- Yes, both of them, from the same area.

- Where from?
- From Constanta.

It's on the coast.

Rony tells Pablo
that her parents are from Constanta,

a city on the Romanian coast,

although she was born in Madrid,
in the same hospital as Pablo.

But she still doesn't have
Spanish nationality

due to some bureaucratic nonsense
or something like that,

and she'll have to wait until she's 18
to get Spanish nationality.

She's 16 now.

- What about you?
- I was born in Madrid, in La Paz, too.

- Thanks.
- I might doze off with a soft song.

As you wish.

- Can I choose one?
- Sure, I won't look.

I like this one.

It takes a while to start,
I don't know which one it is.

This one...

- It's really nice. I love this singer.
- Yeah, me too.

Okay.

- Play a different one if you like.
- No, it's fine.

I'll make a note of this one.

I think I'll...
It's really relaxing.

- How far have we gone?
- I don't know.

And just like that Rony asks Pablo
if she can put her head on his shoulder.

- Do you mind?
- No.

Pablo didn't quite expect this
but he says yes,

and she takes off her glasses.

- Shall I play the other one?
- And she moves closer to him...

It's changed songs.

And she leans on him...

Pablo looks at her,
not really knowing how he ended up

with this girl sleeping next to him,

and he leans on her a bit too

and suddenly...

Rony strokes his hand

and they end up holding hands.

FRAGILE AS THE WORLD

It was May,

and the San Isidro bank holiday,

and Candela persuaded me
to go to the cinema.

She took me to the film archive

to see a really weird film,
a Portuguese film,

as if our relationship
had always been tied to Portugal.

I actually liked the film
although it was a bit weird,

but I admit I was thinking more
about what was going to happen after.

One of Candela's friends
had left us her place,

she was a bit older
and lived in her own attic apartment,

but we didn't go there
straight after the cinema.

We went to the fair first,
wandered around a bit

and had a couple of beers.

I think we needed to get a bit drunk
before going back to the house.

I was actually more nervous
than she was.

Yes, we did it for the first time.

Well, it wasn't my first time,
but it was hers.

SAN ISIDRO FESTIVAL

FIVE-MINUTE INTERVAL

Do you remember? We stopped using them
when we stumbled upon the box, that's it.

LAST CLASSES

This was on our way home,
some guy pissed,

- another wasted... I was wasted.
- It doesn't surprise me.

In these situations...

- Hello.
- Hello.

What are you doing here, guys?
Why aren't you inside?

We don't have exams now.

But you'll have something, a class...
we're finishing.

The ethics teacher didn't come
so I thought I'd get a bit of air.

Yes, but you know
there's a teacher on duty

and anything you do now
you won't have to do at home.

Whatever I do now,
with the two I've failed,

to try and sort out the two I've failed,
study whatever

and they won't give me my diploma,
it's a complete joke too.

We'll see if they give it you or not,

you need to make sure
they see you're there and present...

it's all about attitude.

I've told them I want to change school
and do something else.

That's a different matter,
make sure your teachers see you,

you need the teachers to see you in class,
your attitude.

The teaching board gave me
their thumbs up.

Forget about teaching boards,

it's all about attitude,
make yourself seen,

be present... everything counts.

If they're going to ruin my summer
by making me do the same in September,

what's the point of studying now?

Well, you know what I'm saying
or what I'm trying to say, okay,

see you later.

What was all that about?

Pray that there's a vacancy
at the other school.

- I'll end up doing sixth form here.
- They won't leave you here...

I mean, if you can't get
a place elsewhere, I guess.

No, but to have an option at least,
a safe option, try here...

You've got that here, I want to do
a vocational course elsewhere.

How do I do it?
If they don't want to give me my diploma

I can't enrol elsewhere,

well, I mean, I can't reserve a place.

If you don't want to stay for sixth form
they can't make you waste a whole year.

- What are you playing?
- Old maid.

- Shall we have a game?
- How do you play?

You have to put down cards
that are the same number or higher,

- I don't know if I'm explaining properly.
- The ace closes.

Deal them out,

we get it now.

- Which ones are mine?
- These.

If you play the same card
as the one before it, you miss a turn.

- Hey, mate.
- Hello.

How's it going?

- Here I am.
- What are you doing here?

I've come to collect a certificate
then I'll go and see the history teacher.

- To say bye?
- Yeah.

That's cool,

- what are you doing in the end?
- Social Education.

- Did you get the grades you needed?
- Of course.

- Where?
- The Complutense.

- That's cool, right?
- Yeah.

I still don't know what I want to study.

- Here you go, Jorge.
- Thanks.

Don't worry about it,

I was the same as you in 4th year,

and look at me now.

But you knew what you wanted
the whole year.

- It'll be the same for you, you'll see.
- I hope so.

I'm supposed to be in class,
so I'm going to head up, okay?

- Okay.
- It was great to see you, mate.

- You too.
- See you around, okay?

- Sure.
- See you.

Bye.

And don't forget,
fundamentally we are language,

language with words mostly,

but, I mean,
even people who can't speak with words

because they have some sort of difficulty,

well, they manage to invent signs
so they can communicate.

As you develop and enrich this attitude

you'll go further
in all aspects of your life,

even in terms of your happiness,

because don't forget
that happiness is the ultimate goal,

and very often being happy
doesn't just mean going out to parties,

or dancing or shouting...

Being happy, I think, it's what you feel

when you are in harmony with your life,
with yourself and with others,

and language helps a lot with this,
because if not... Why do we come to class?

So much language,
so much syntax, so much literature?

Well, all of this is relevant to...?

Well, I don't know, you started saying...

More than anything, language helps us
to be happy and content with ourselves.

You'll realise this when you're older,

right now, due to all the pressure,
you see it as more of an obligation.

I imagine that given it's the last day
of school and the last day of the program

the others will have decided

to spend their time
doing something more interesting,

so I'm extremely grateful
that you came, it means a lot to me.

It's over there, behind that wall.

Behind the wall?

A bit higher up, look it doesn't matter.

- There you go.
- There's like a small ponytail.

- No.
- Yes, here.

God, I'll have to cut it off.

- Silvio, someone's coming.
- What are you on about?

Is that Silvio?

Silvio, you could have told me,
you dickhead.

What are you doing here?

Are you painting or what?

- What about you?
- How are you?

- Hi.
- How are you?

- Candela...
- Hi.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- I don't know,

I don't know whether to add
purple or blue.

- Do you think it's missing something?
- Pink.

Paula, come here a minute,
what do you reckon?

It's missing something,

it lacks bright colours, you know...

I saw one of my pieces totally effaced
in the Latina neighbourhood,

with bitch and stuff written on it,
and I just don't get it,

but I guess it comes with being a girl
in the graffiti world, you know?

- Being X's bird.
- X's bird.

The other day I went to get paints,
and the guy that sold them said,

"I know you,
you've painted with so-and-so"

and I was like, "Haven't you seen
the 3,000 pieces I've done myself?"

Why do I always have to be "X's bird"?
I just don't get it, mate.

It's a real problem,
I'll never get recognition.

Or when they say about meeting up

and they are like,
"We're going to paint and then..."

because we've painted together,
"Well, come to my house etc..."

And you feel obliged to hook up with them,

- it's terrible.
- Jerks, anyways...

Anyway...

Candela, whenever you want
you can come with us.

- Yeah, to the centre.
- Do you fancy it?

Around la Latina...

It'd be awesome for the four of us
to go and paint one day.

Listen to this fab song
I've just written...

Fucking society
Fucking society

They want us to live like city rats

This fucking society
Your fucking society

We don't have everything
But we're not without

What I want and need
Is what they don't have

They keep the money
And we have assets

This world is corrupt
And no one can dodge disease

Everyone is lost
And they believe in equality

The government is fucking us off
And they're backed up

They want us to carry on
With this game they've created

They have the Nationals in the game

Don't fuck with me
I'm not scared of Babylon

Fucking society
Your fucking society

They want you to live like city rats

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TOMORROW

Forty-three percent of boys
between the age of 16 and 19

wanted to study Engineering,
Architecture or a scientific degree,

and only 17% of the girls.

Of the girls, 79% chose Medicine,

Law, Social Sciences,

for example, Education,

Pre-school Education, Medicine,
Psychology, Nursing, Primary Education...

Things closely related to helping,
voluntary work and public services,

yet the majority of boys
tended towards technical engineering.

That's how it is.

It doesn't surprise us much.
It's what we've seen at school.

If you ask, almost all the boys...

In my class we call them "the scientists",

they all want to do Science
and study Engineering

and be the inventors of the century.

Maybe one girl wants to study Sciences
and it's like...

I don't know.

Why do you think that is?

Then you think about it
and you hope it isn't due to

what is socially inculcated and so on.

You hope it isn't due to that.

But it looks as though it is.

I think we're making progress,
but not that much.

The past still carries a lot of weight,

and many years will pass before Sciences
cease to be a thing for boys

and perhaps public oriented careers
cease to be a thing for girls.

It pisses me off but that's
how it will be. Pass me the lighter.

Is that where you see yourself?

Do you think you'll end up
in that idea of public service?

If you had to think
of where you might end up, as a career,

- is that where you see yourself?
- I don't want to answer that, Jonás.

Carry on with your debate.

I often think I'd like to hit rock bottom.

I saw it in a film called Fight Club,
I don't know if you've seen it,

and there's a bit that says

you can only really live
once you've hit rock bottom.

If you hit rock bottom,
upwards is the only way to go.

You know, when you're not afraid of death,

you can really live life.

I sometimes think
I'd like to have nothing,

and be in the shit...

- Like, on an island...
- Sort of.

Being in the shit
and the only way out is upwards, you know?

With no fears.

You're always telling me
you're afraid of dying.

It's quite normal,

but fear of living
also stops you from doing lots of things.

Me and everyone.

It isn't fear of dying,
like, "Oh, I'm dying,"

- but fear of ceasing to exist.
- Fear of ceasing to think

- and reflect on things.
- Ceasing to exist.

- Ceasing to feel.
- When you don't exist, there's nothing...

I used the example of my bedroom
because I feel I don't belong anywhere.

I don't feel I belong
in my house or anywhere at all,

I don't feel at ease...
Well, only sometimes.

I feel comfortable with people
or in the environment I'm in,

what we're doing and so on.

But I don't feel at ease with myself,

where I am, where I exist.

I don't feel comfortable...

Well, it's not that.
I feel I don't belong.

It's as though I don't belong anywhere.

And "my home", so to speak,
isn't the whole house,

with the people I live with,
all the rooms, the kitchen and lounge,

and my room,
which I share with my brother.

But I have my home
which is my chair, my bed,

and my computer,
my bag, my desk and that's it.

- That bit is "my home".
- And you're proud of that bit.

- That's the bit you like, where you are.
- It's the only place of my own.

It's like my home, yes.
But I can't change much from there.

I can and I can't.

It's useless feeling proud of your country
because if you want to change it...

You feel proud of part of your country

because you love it,
you see the good things,

you want to be proud of the whole
and you change the part you don't like.

There's no making head nor tail of it,

- Spain...
- No making head nor tail?

- Spain is a country...
- The Age of Enlightenment didn't get here,

the longest Republic has been three years.

We still live in a pseudo-dictatorship.

Okay, that's the part
you don't like about Spain.

Spain isn't just that.

Spain is the people living here,
everything Spain has gone through,

it's the art in Spain.
Have you been to the Prado Museum?

That's Spain.

The Prado has paintings
by Goya, Velazquez..

No other country has those paintings,
excellent paintings.

- That's my country.
- True, we have Picasso but he fled

because he was ashamed
of the country he lived in.

Because he didn't change it.

Because he was an idiot.

He painted Guernica
to vindicate what he felt.

Okay, fine.

But people don't think
of Guernica as vindication.

But you do, it's reached one person.

And many others like you.

It's never a whole, it's always a part.

But here you find that when you try
to voice how you feel, they stifle you.

Carry on shouting.

If you shout,
I might shout, then he might.

- And others may follow.
- But it's not people saying,

"Excuse me, be quiet."
They hit you or beat you with sticks.

Okay, they can beat us with a stick.

They'll run out of sticks.

They have lots of sticks
and lots of money to buy more.

- So what?
- We haven't the power to stand up to them.

Fine, there are five.
Five is a big number.

If these five join up with five more,
that's ten, you know?

There are only 45 million more.

You can't just think
about the sticks and the rest.

You have to think that if you continue,

you'll be greater
than the number of people who say no.

If you respect that idea,
you won't change anything in Spain.

As I see it...

The idea you're fighting for is respect,
not for everything to be the same.

I think it's incredible.

I think the group that has most changed
Spain has been ETA, with bombs.

That's something I'd never consider.
It's impossible.

Do you know what life is?

How great it is to live?
Feeling the worst shit ever is great.

People who don't exist can't feel that.
Snails can't feel that, man.

You know what it's like,
you know how good it is.

Could you take that away
from someone else?

Could you?

I can't believe you could take away
something like feeling love, or grief.

Seriously, it's unbelievable.

You can't take that away.

But what I'm saying is...

And I think you'll agree with me...

The greatest pressure
and the greatest blow to Spain

has been through terrorism.

And just as I think that coming down
to those levels is deplorable,

and all we can do is shout,
go on strike time after time,

take part in activism when we're already
going a bit too far with human rights,

all you can do is shout
and no one listens.

Mixing the diversity of ideas...

I feel I'm in a country
where I can't change anything.

I'm not proud of its origins,
what that country conveys.

Thinking about the bad aspects
is a start at least.

Thinking about what isn't right.

So far you haven't sat back

saying it's shit and counting down
the minutes before you leave.

You stand up.
Perhaps you don't hate it so much.

I do what I can.

I've joined in strikes, I help my brother
stick up stickers when I can.

Whatever I can.

- As much as you can.
- But all that effort you've made

to try to change the country
has been a waste of time.

- What do you mean, a waste of time?
- It's useless.

Have you got a friend who was different
before you met and who you've helped?

- I bet you have.
- Perhaps.

You've done something.

You've opened someone's eyes
through your way of thinking.

You've given someone more possibilities.
That's something.

You're right.

I'm not talking
about staging a revolution.

We ought to do it one by one...

but...

I think it's so...

Everyone wants to change the world
but no one sets about doing it.

You've changed something.

- Two people.
- Okay. Two people.

Two people who have changed
from being communists to anarchists,

and another who has become vegan.

That's it.
That's the most I've achieved in my life.

And I've carried on trying.

If you throw in the towel,

you're doing exactly the opposite
of what you want: to change the world.

If you really want to change something,
you have to keep on trying.

Even though it's gradual
and you get stick for it,

the reward is inner.
No matter how many blows you receive,

not trying would be more painful
than the blows I received,

I wouldn't feel proud of myself.

And having changed just one person,
their way of thinking,

believe it or not, that person might tell
someone else and you create a chain.

But if you throw in the towel
from the start,

you aren't giving the other person
a chance to open their eyes

and you're missing the chance
to change things.

It's like... if you have no vision
you can't do anything,

and I find that quite sad.

I also find it sad

that people come to think
that only violence can solve things.

Very often...

I mean, it's really sad,
because many people have that view

and in a way
they end up behaving that way.

If you focus on doing things correctly
from the start, like you've been doing,

camping out and things like that,

step by step...

Throwing in the towel is no use.

Throwing in the towel is of less use

than what you're doing
which you say is a waste of time.

- That's my girl!
- Perseverance.

I don't think frustration should be
considered the enemy, something bad,

because frustration itself
is what urges you on.

If that frustration
and anger didn't exist,

you'd feel no need to change anything.

I'm not saying it's good,

because frustration is the last thing
you want to feel,

but rather than considering it
as something negative,

consider it a driving force
towards reaching your goal.

Transform the negative into something
that you really want to change.

That's what the human being is:
envy, violence, senseless aggressiveness,

but the human being...

We said before that music
was the most important thing to us.

The human being created music.

If you do away with human beings,
what will you achieve?

You'll put an end to all the good things
human beings have done.

- Great things.
- Giving art to eliminate violence.

- Would that work?
- No.

It's a pack.
Not everything will be good or bad.

But the good things are just as powerful
as the bad things, or more.

Bad things are good too.
Feeling bad things is good.

I don't mean feeling bad things,
which is cool,

but it's more to do
with things we find repulsive,

like thinking that the human being
does nothing but destroy.

- That's ridiculous.
- Do you know what scares me?

We say all this now when we're young

and when we're older,
we'll forget about all our ideas,

our diversity of thought

and we'll end up driving a Mercedes Benz
like everyone else, watching football...

In that case there'll be a Gavira junior

with a shaven head
who'll look at you sickened with loathing.

It's real fear.

If that scares you,
it means you'll never be like that.

There's a quote by Socrates or Aristotle,

one of those ancient Greek blokes,
that says:

"Anyone who does not live in society
is either a god or a mad man."

A beast.

No, it's:
"He who is unable to live in society"

"must be either a god or a monster."
Or a beast.

You need other people
to achieve personal fulfilment.

Life on your own...

If you go to live
on a desert island in isolation...

It's hard to imagine living alone.

It's in our nature.

I think that's what has led us to change,

and since you need others
you can't wish them the worst

because it also affects you.

Changes have taken place
because we need others

and we need the best for everyone.

That's what brings about these changes.

We need one another.

Being the only person would be so boring.
In the sense that no one would refute you.

No one would make you think,
you'd know nothing else.

Is it fine to be the god of something
that has nothing more to it?

- Your own world.
- A shit concrete column,

is it fine
being the king of a concrete column,

one you've created,
with nothing more to it?

Just imagine me on my island
with my things and nothing else.

- I'd live quite well.
- Even on your "burn the world down" days?

Knowing what I know now,

with the knowledge I have,
I'd live alone on an island.

- Or with someone maybe.
- With the knowledge of a 19-year-old?

But I'd like to.

I could live on my own,

alone on an island.
I'd need nothing more.

I'd die in three days maybe,

but it wouldn't matter...

It would matter.

Having people, there has to be someone.

But reaching the point
where I couldn't care less,

and if it's not that
I'd burn the world down.

When you'll burn down your shit column.

You'll have no concrete column, nothing.

It's my island.

Your island won't exist,
you'll set fire to it.

But you're the master, you created it,
but even so, you don't like it.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Who cares?

- Who cares?
- Who? It's your bloody island.

I'd live on my own and no one would care.

Great, you don't give a damn
about what you create.

Why is it my duty
to do something for society?

- Society is fucking me up.
- You form part of society.

We are society.

- What if I don't want to be?
- You can't, you are society, mate.

But I couldn't live here.
I'd have to live elsewhere.

Imagine I go to Sierra Morena, I build
my mud hut or whatever and I live alone.

No one would care, no one would find me,
there are miles of land...

When did you meet Silvio?

- About four or five years ago.
- In second year of secondary school.

I knew lots of people,

but from the start,
I knew there was something about him.

And he gradually became my best friend.

Would you say
that Silvio has influenced you?

Very much, I've thought about it

and we've talked about the fact
we're total opposites.

He's really extrovert,
he's forever getting up to all sorts.

I'm exactly the opposite, I'm really shy,
really quiet and really calm.

I'm always relaxed and chilled out.

We complement one another, so to speak.

You live with the people you choose.

People who bring you good things
and all that stuff about "life" I guess.

You stick with those
who've been good to you,

you steer clear of the rest,

and you carry on with your life.
And those who've been good to you

might still be your friends
in 20 years' time

or things may change,
you might live abroad.

Life changes from one day to the next.

And in 20 years' time, even more so.

I don't know what I'll be doing tomorrow,
it doesn't cross my mind,

or what I'll be doing in 20 years' time.

I don't know.
I've no idea.

20TH JUNE 2018

I'll follow you.

- Good afternoon.
- We're being interviewed for...

- Does this work...?
- Slate in, please. Slate in...

I think it's going well.

In a hospital doing an internship,

and I'm doing it
as part of the vocational course,

you have to do something.
Anyway, I'm finishing next Friday,

I've been in this hospital since September

and I'll kill myself if I stay there.

With this weather, who would bring a book?

This is no time for studying really.

- What exam do you have?
- English.

I failed it,
because I'm an idiot, but anyway...

- Weren't you a PE teacher?
- Not at all, mate.

- Is it all a lie?
- Couldn't be further from the truth.

Well, you're a good actor, hell...

They tell us that the future is no good,

that there won't be any work,

- that we're all going to be fucked...
- You have to learn it!

The one about us being fucked
is the next one,

stop fucking with people, Silvio.

- Okay, again from the start.
- I've got it.

Learn the other.
Have you learned the other one?

- The other's perfect.
- Okay, show me the other.

I'll sing you the other one later,
we'll practice it now.

But, who's stopping us?

"Words that leave a mark
their word is sacred like an...

for the man who gave me life

thank my mother
for having conceived me back then

my nine most pleasant months
were in her tummy

it doesn't matter
what they do or what they say

the damage is already done,
the wounds confirm it

my conscious is rotten because of lies

memories aren't forgotten,
at most they are recycled

if not you come to a standstill,
if not you don't move forward

a long stride, trying to leave a mark

I don't give a fuck, I'm not looking back

enjoy the moment and carpe diem
and tomorrow only God knows

my mind wants to talk nonsense
yet put itself to the test

I'm the big shot here,
and Trueba's the one with the balls

Who's stopping us isn't over,
this has only just begun

and I hope you'll consider me
for the next film

even as an extra."

Kisses for everyone out there,

for those who aren't here,
for those who aren't coming back,

for my family, my mates,
I couldn't give a shit about the rest.

What a family...

It came out shit
but I couldn't give a fuck.

Really, life is like a song

Some sing it better and others worse

We're just fictional characters

With my mouth I can say lots of things

But my eyes can say more

If you know
Look at me and you'll hear

And if you want to enjoy yourself

I know a place

It's by the sea
It's great

Well anyway, good afternoon everyone,
like... I don't know,

we're Aguilar and Gato
and this one's called "The First",

flat out punk, I don't give a shit.

Go for it.
One, two, one, two, three...

I spend all day stuck at home
The fucking police won't let me out

I'm bloody sick of sitting around

The door is closed
They won't let me open it

I'm going to break down the door

I'm going to escape
From this fucking society

It's all so dirty I can't see
Nobody will ever stop us again

Come, come, come up close
Join the fight for your freedom

Come, come, find out more
We're going to break down this system

Flowers don't grow in my garden
The sun doesn't want to shine anymore

We're left with a cloudy and grey day
Full of prejudice and evil

Nobody is ever happy here

Nobody has gone back to being happy

You're doing something really wrong
So, why don't you all just die?

Hey, good day.

Well,
here we are to ask who's stopping us?

Yeah, we're young,

and so what, if we don't have
a fucking idea about life?

They're just going to fuck us over,
who gives a shit?

You know what?
All you need to do is dream.

Everyone out there,
all of you, you all have dreams.

Who the fuck is going to tell you
that you can't do it? Nobody.

Nobody, do you know why?

Because nobody,
absolutely nobody is stopping us.

So, everyone out there,
come out to the street,

come out to the street with me.

Raise your hands and shout,
who's stopping us?

Because, who's stopping us?
Nobody's stopping us!

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

Nobody's stopping us
Nobody's stopping us

I can't breathe
They don't let me fight

They don't let us shout
I can't express myself

They don't let us live
They don't let me fight

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

More punk than a dead baby.

I love you, beauties.

- Oh my...
- That was awesome.

Great job, mate.

- You were absolutely awesome.
- Thanks.

I have to go
and introduce someone, don't I?

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

Who's stopping us?
Nobody's stopping us

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

Nobody's stopping us

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

Nobody's stopping us

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

-Nobody's stopping us
-I want to hear you.

Without instruments.

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

Who's stopping us?
Who's stopping us?

Nobody.
That's why we're here. Thank you.

TWO YEARS LATER

- How are you?
- I got my hair cut.

Yeah, mate, you look good.

Super-hot.

Real handsome.

And I've shaved, I look like a baby now.

- Hello...
- How are you?

- Good, yeah.
- Hey.

Hi, darling.

- Hi, Claudia.
- Hi, Candela.

Hi, Claudia.

We can't hear you.

Hello?

- Now.
- Okay, hey guys, how are you?

- Hello.
- Hello, Marta.

What's up?
Where are you, Gavira? You've gone.

Here.

Shit!

Look what I've done,
my hair has grown loads

and I shaved it
like a Mohawk in two parts,

to make like a big mohican,

but I've also got

this hair too.

Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff
for class and all of that,

I'm up to...

This year is a lost cause, isn't it?

I've got it back on track
and I'm doing three times as much now.

Hello, Rony.

- Hey!
- Hi.

- Hello, Javi.
- Can you hear me?

- Yes.
- Sorry for the interruption.

No worries.
One thing that Claudia mentioned

was the feeling we all have
that time is running out.

Definitely, I took my gap year
the year I could.

Definitely.

And Silvio, you also...

I think remote working and schooling
is going to be the future,

and I personally prefer it
because I get distracted really easily.

When we're in class we tend to waste
more time than make good use of it.

I didn't do any of the elective classes,

because of course, if I have the choice
between class or playing Minecraft...

I'm sorry
but I'm just not getting involved.

People like me
with zero notion of responsibility,

well we're lost causes,

but you know, it's natural selection,
I accept my extinction with dignity.

For example,
I have a rubbish internet connection

and most of the calls I made...
I don't mean calls, I mean classes...

well, the connection kept cutting out.

I did them on videocalls with my friend,

she'd play the audio and I'd listen,

it's totally absurd,
but if it hadn't been for that

I'd have left my computer there
and I wouldn't have gone to class

because I couldn't hear it,

and through this I realised
how important it is, at least for me,

to have friends and people around you,

and how important it is
to have a teacher in front of you,

Being able to look at the teacher's eyes
when they're talking

gets through to me a lot more
than watching a screen does,

I mean I still watch the classes
but it's not the same.

I wasn't exactly expecting

to make a new group of friends
or anything...

I didn't know
whether I'd get on well with them

as they were quite a bit older than me,

and in the end it was an awesome group,
and I got on really well with them

and we'd get drunk and do shit together,

it was like the perfect group
then goodbye group and that was it.

And I'd also met a girl

who I was starting to have
a kind of relationship with as well,

but that went to shit too,

I was just beginning to make
really cool relationships,

then lockdown happened and here I am.

I have friends and relatives
who I normally see and things are great,

and now with this situation
where you can't see them,

and you can't do video calls
due to a bad internet connection etc.,

well there's a lot more tension
and they get angry,

and there are misunderstandings

because people interpret text messages
in their own way

and it's getting a bit...

I think that what happens at our age

is the opposite of maturity,

there are loads of passionate
relationships in the end,

a lot of Romeo and Juliet,
a lot of contact,

and this has all been a bit of a blow
to the romantic passionate love

that young people live for these days.

You go from spending
all of your time with your partner

to only speaking over the phone, you know,

and for a lot of people
things just wavered out.

Yeah, that's a good metaphor...

I think this situation
is shaking the foundations

of our relationships
or the relationships people have.

I mean, I think
it is really bringing to light

new ways of understanding relationships.

I think there are a lot of people

who place a lot of importance
on seeing each other every day,

on chatting every day,

on these types of things,

and given that the current circumstances
prevent you from doing that,

well, I think it is really testing
the foundations of a lot of relationships,

when it should be more personal,
not so universal,

the idea of seeing each other
every day and chatting every day.

At the end of the day
you get to know the person more

because you can't have
that physical contact with them

and so the only thing you can do is talk,
because that's all that's left...

You can't just throw them down on the bed.

I don't mean that couples
didn't use to talk that much,

but if there was any awkward silence
the solution was physical contact,

whereas now you have to think
of where to go from there, you know?

Whenever there was awkward silence,
you'd just snog them, but now...

- Exactly!
- It's true.

I get what you're saying.

I'm okay in the sense that I don't feel
like things are weird or anything...

obviously we all have weird days

but my partner was the person
who I spent the most time with

and suddenly it's really odd,

as while they are still there all day
it's not the same and it's really strange.

But I won't go to sleep at night
unless I've chatted to her,

because I can't,
I need her to tell me she is okay,

today I've done this and that, that's all,

I mean, I did three exercises,
and I ate cereal and that's great.

It's like, thanks for telling me,
I needed to know that,

I needed to know that you're okay,
I need to see you,

I need to know that you are still you
and that you still see me in the same way.

I thought I'd cope better,
but the time goes on and...

Now I don't remember what you smell like,
I don't remember what it is to hug you,

I don't remember what it is touch you,

I'm forgetting it all
and I don't like it one bit.

In my current situation

it's as if I have to reconsider
love and responsibility,

and, I don't know,

it's like a sort of epic battle
between what I love and hate most,

and my responsibilities of course.

That's really beautiful.

The applause.

- We've got to go out to the balcony.
- You're right.

- Keep your heads up.
- See you soon.

- Guys.
- Chin up.

- Bye.
- Chins up. Don't lose heart.

How do you hang up?

A PAST AND A FUTURE
(AND END)

Yeah, do you remember?

It was cold, wasn't it?

It was pretty cold
but there was a beautiful sunset,

I don't know if we arrived
in time to record it,

but there was a beautiful sunset
up there on the waste ground.

- Yeah.
- I don't know if I've told you

but it's the place I go to
for spiritual exile, so to speak.

For example, during lockdown,
it was exactly that,

when they finally let us go out
for a walk or whatever,

in the late evening, almost night time...

And that was the best part of the day,
going out for a walk on my own,

listening to music,

and I hardly saw anyone
as it was almost night time,

and I'd just go up to the hill

and stay there for ten minutes,
or fifteen or half an hour.

I remember one day it was raining,

there was nobody in the street

and I was wandering around
without an umbrella or anything,

I was getting absolutely soaked
and my boots were drenched,

but I hadn't felt that calm in so long,
because I had been stuck inside all day,

doing work in front of the screen all day,

so being able to go out
for a short while at night

and head up to that waste ground,
that hill

and sit there looking at the nothingness

with the rain coming down
was super relaxing.

And now I associate this waste ground
with the tranquillity it gave me.

That's it.

You're going to vote.

To vote for the first time.

I don't know,
it's weird seeing these types of things,

people touching the papers,
everyone without masks...

people giving each other hugs.

I mean, it's normal,
but it's crazy to see these things

not knowing when it will go back to this,

because we really don't know.

I find it scary, you know?

Wondering when will we go back
to having the freedom

that we used to have?

- Hello.
- Hello, how are you?

- Hoyos, Peinado...
- Pablo?

Pablo.
White.

Yellow.

- Thanks very much.
- Thanks.

- See you.
- Bye.

- Hello. Gonzalo Blasco.
- Hello.

Thanks, and the envelopes too, please.

Thanks.

Navarro, Claudia.

- Four, six, four.
- There you go.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Silvio Aguilar Torres.

- ID.
- Yes, ID.

Silvio Antonio Aguilar Torres.

- Thanks very much.
- Have a good day.

- Bye.
- Bye.

It's quite overwhelming but it's true
that there is suddenly a feeling

that this vote was more important then
than it seems now.

Although it seems contradictory
with everything that's happening,

you say politics, decisiveness
and awareness is what matters right now,

now is the time,

but at the same time, right now,

I feel like it was a really
insignificant or trivial moment,

like I was doing it

without knowing I'd be confined
to my house the following year

and that moment
wasn't going to mean as much.

And at the same time
everything that's going on at home

and the decisions that are being made,

it all has to do with that moment.

That my neighbourhood was under lockdown
and not another,

a couple of months ago...

it all has to do with that moment.

Hello, good afternoon.

Recio, Gil, Candela.

- Zero, four, fifty-six.
- Zero, four, fifty-six.

The blue one here.

- And the white one here.
- Thanks very much.

- Thank you.
- Have a nice day.

Bye.

Do you remember?
It was a bit before this.

It's the 20th June.

Well,
here we are to ask who's stopping us?

Yeah, we're young,

and so what if we don't have
a fucking idea about life?

They're just going to fuck us over,
who gives a shit?

You know what?
All you need to do is dream.

Everyone out there,
all of you, you all have dreams.

Who the fuck is going to tell you
that you can't do it?

Nobody, do you know why?

Because nobody,
absolutely nobody's stopping us.

So, everyone out there,
come out to the street,

come out to the street with me.

Raise your hands and shout,
who's stopping us?

Because, who's stopping us?
Nobody's stopping us!

It's upsetting, it's like...

what has happened to us?

Our generation...

well, I guess this will affect
all generations in a way,

no matter what stage they are at
in their lives,

I think it has hit ours especially hard
and it will continue to do so.

All this has happened precisely
when we're receiving our education,

and we are beginning to become
more adult, more independent, more us.

And suddenly this period of your life

in which you are beginning to develop
as a person is proving much more difficult

because you can't leave home,
you can't study or get decent training,

and looking for a job
right now is impossible...

It's impossible
for a young student to find a job,

leave home, travel, or take a year out
to do whatever they want...

It's as though these opportunities

have been taken away from my generation.

In a way it's not a bad thing,

it's like... well, that's it,
this is who we are, isn't it?

We had to be defined by something,

and it has happened precisely at a time
in which we are still impressionable,

I'm not saying that people aren't
impressionable the rest of their lives,

but it is during their youth when it is
really possible to mould a generation.

The fact
that this has happened to us right now

could have a real impact
on how we understand future life,

given that we are the ones
who will lead the world in the future

and we have been caught up in this,

when we aren't yet anything,

rather in the process
of becoming something,

which will define how the world
will change in coming years...

Can you hear me?

AUTHOR OF THE SONG
WHO'S STOPPING US

AND THE COLLABORATION OF MANY MORE...
MANY THANKS FOR HAVING FAITH IN US