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"I'm not here. You can leave me a message."

What's up? What can you tell me?

How are you in Toulouse?

How were the tests?

I quit.

Abandoned?

So that's it?

No.

-Is there no way? -No.

-Nowhere? -Well, in Lille.

But I'm not thinking of going from Toulouse.

I want to leave engineering.

It's not my thing.

Séb wants to set up a bar.

It's not really a bar. It's a kind of civic center,

with bookshop, exhibitions, concert hall...

It will be called Sebbar.

Sebbar?

-Yes. -What will you do?

If I'm telling you, it's because we want to ride it together.

Dad?

What?

Not a thing. I'm going to bed.

Good night, little one.

Let him rest.

No caviar, no ham, or bread with tomatoes...

-Do you prefer sweets? -Yes.

I haven't eaten them in a while.

Leave one for tomorrow, okay?

Sorry... What a disaster...

Is Mom coming?

Yes, come on. We're on our way to pick you up.

Buckle up, Lea.

Do I answer?

It's Fran.

Hello, Fran.

Yes... Yes...

Yes, yesterday...

May it not come...

Yes, a cardio-respiratory crisis but he's still conscious.

Yes, morphine.

Tell them they're too far away.

Nothing could be done.

He's driving.

Yes, he's fine. A bit down.

Yes, tomorrow in Girona.

You don't have to come.

We understand, they're far away.

Of course.

Yes, Fran... I say.

Right.

Okay.

One kiss. Goodbye.

-Put it on the console... -What?

The cell phone...

-You put it in your bag. -Ah, yes.

Well...

Tell us something.

Your father says you want to open a bar.

That they'll fill with graffiti, sell books... Tell me...

It's a bar, Mom.

Are you going to call, Sebbar?

Yes, that's right.

Why not call it "Seleabar"?

"Leasebbar...

I don't know. Don't you realize it sounds bad?

Sebbar isn't great.

Can you turn it up, please?

I thought something had happened.

Hello, beautiful.

I had to sort some things out and I wanted you to look at them.

-I'm sure he's fine. -Have you seen the obituary?

-Yes, yes. Okay. -Yes?

It's fine. Small perhaps, but fine.

-Do you have the death certificate? -Yes.

But it's the standard measure, isn't it?

Yes.

Did Virginia come?

No, just Pau.

-Have you read the book? -No.

When it came out I read it in a few days.

It's fire. Dad gets very sick.

Well, it's supposed to be fiction, isn't it? It's a character.

Yes, a character...

I'm not saying the book is bad; the girl has a talent for writing.

-Yes. -Will you keep my briefcase? -Of course.

Thank you.

-All right? -Yes, everything's fine, thank you.

-Are you going? -No, no.

-We were looking for you. -And I was looking for you.

Your mother is there.

What are you doing here? Morbidity, no?

-Yes, I'm a necrophiliac. -Jordi!

Where were you?

-Inside. -Has Grandpa gone up yet?

-E? -Very beautiful.

Really? Did you say something?

Yes, the blue suit he was wearing was hideous.

-Is it the usual suit? -I don't know.

-There aren't many people, are there? -Yes.

This morning we were alone and my father sad.

Look, your uncle.

Which is called...

Pere.

This is advanced level, right?

What do we do?

Now they'll come, won't they?

And the girl?

It didn't come.

Well, we'll talk, I'm going to see Dad.

-What do we do? -We wait.

Well, you already know that he couldn't be here...

No, it doesn't matter.

Thank you for what you've done.

Come along.

He looks fed up.

-You must miss your mother, Pau. -I don't think so.

It must be the obituary your father put

-in the newspaper. -It's not true.

But if it's too small.

-It's a normal obituary. -So.

Come on!

-It's the suit. -Do you think so?

My brother will go after the clothes.

Toni, bring everyone you can find and we'll decide here.

Boy!

It's very hot here, don't you think?

You're absolutely right,

but we have a technical problem that we need to solve.

-How's chemistry? -Good.

-How are you, beautiful? -Very well.

-I've already been told. Are you happy? -Very happy.

-This is Jordi. -Hi.

Thank you for coming.

-"Comment allez vous mademoiselle"? -Well, very well.

-Are you an engineer yet? -Almost.

-Do you fly a lot of planes? -No, not yet.

And when will he be back?

Never.

The landscapes are beautiful. But poverty!

The children begging barefoot in the street.

All dirty, disgusting...

One thing really...

-But the food is very good. -Really?

-What have you been doing? -Nothing... Just ships.

-Yes? Did they finally go? -Yes.

And why did you say done anything?

Well, nothing different. Ship...

Really?

And where did you go?

-To Sardeña. -Yes...

Wow! They say it's beautiful.

Yes, very nice.

And the crossing?

It went well. Everything went very well.

-Does the boat have a shower? -No.

Well, that's part of the charm of the crossing.

It doesn't matter, Montsita. They spend all day in the water, they don't need to bathe.

Of course.

Of course, man.

You know what? Next time you go,

I'll leave this banana at home and cross over!

Banana...

And in the end I decided for the Boston Rowing Club.

Excuse me, who wants white "orujos"?

One, two, three. Three white "orujos".

-And me a tiramisu. -Would you like something else?

And the bill.

People think that rowing is about strength,

but it's coordination.

And you Lea?

Your father told me that you were locked in the house for some tests.

Did he say that?

You were right. This girl is a beast!

I abandoned my studies.

-Don't you study anymore? -No.

And what are you planning to do?

-Set up a bar. -A bar?

And your father already knows? He must be very happy.

-Enchanted. -A drinks bar?

Well, we'll do exhibitions, concerts...

-Like a civic center for young people. -That's nice, good girl.

-And what will the bar be called? -Sebbar.

-Seb? -Sebbar. From Séb and bar.

That's right.

Séb is her fiancé.

-His name is Séb. -Sebastián.

Sébastien.

Listen, does this have a future? Does it make money?

Because a bar that's a museum... It's a bit strange, isn't it?

No, but it's for young people.

They do alternative things, mix things...

They mix different things. That would work very well in France.

Sorry.

Auntie!

How are you?

It's Virginia.

I've been reading your book and I really enjoyed it.

Mar sends his regards.

Stick... Yes, it's in front of me.

I'll pass it on. Right, a kiss. Goodbye.

-Was that Virginia? -Yes.

Hello, Mom.

Pau is a joke... It's the same.

And where will they get the money for the bar?

Because your friend...

-Séb. -Séb's not rich, is he?

No. It was very easy.

I changed and killed him.

-Cool. -What an asshole, Lea.

Pau, is Aunt Virginia coming?

I don't know.

You'd better come, hadn't you? Then you can collect the money.

No, it's better if you don't come, then you charge everything, don't you?

-To set up a bar! -Yes, you could call it Paubar.

Paubar...

-How old are you? -21.

21... Don't suffer, we'll find a way.

-Well, if it doesn't bother you. -Josep Maria...

Don't worry, okay?

Thank you.

At that age you had long hair

and kept playing flute on the beach

-And I wanted to do... I don't know what. -Philosophy.

-Philosophy. -Philosophy.

Waiter!

Here. Wait, wait a minute.

Here.

Do you know what this is for?

-Come on, here. -Thank you very much, Mr. Vich.

You deserve it.

He's a hard worker.

It will go a long way.

Well, how are you?

Good. This boy came in here five years ago, he was a brat,

kitchen helper, and now look,

you're already the head waiter. He's the boss.

Yes, it served us very well.

It's one of the best.

He's like Dad.

He's like Dad.

Remember when we were little and drew pictures?

It was summer and I remember were wearing the same skirt.

Yes, we used to draw on the terrace.

No, when we played on the terrace, no.

We'd go in and draw on the table.

For everyone to see.

-I was very small and innocent. -Everyone, right?

You were two years older and I didn't know anything about it.

Yes or no, Lea?

We'd go in and they'd be drawing on the table and I'd crawl underneath.

Over time I realized that they were doing it on purpose.

If they knew I was there,

why spread their legs if they weren't wearing panties?

You must have dreamt it, Pau. Sometimes memories get distorted.

Lea! Come here.

Is there a fire?

Thank you.

What did you eat?

-Pizza. -Pizza?

Next time come eat with your uncle

and you'll see how well you eat.

Listen, these days a lot of people about Grandpa's death

and among them a friend of mine who made me think of you, precisely.

Antoni Busquets, I don't know if you know him.

Yes, I know who it is, but...

What did I tell you?

He offered me a job.

Guys, we're going to the pharmacy. Do you want to come?

-No. -Not at all.

-Well, I'll see you later. -See you.

-Do you know what's good for a headache? -What?

Paracetamol.

-No? -I don't know... Let's go.

-Are you coming? -No, I'll stay here.

-My family is in Girona. -Really?

-Is it someone's birthday? -No.

-Yours. -No, it's a funeral.

A funeral? I want one like that when I die.

I couldn't believe it! I really couldn't.

The girl in the dress this way...

-Shall we have a drink? -This round is on me.

Do you want something else?

-A gin and tonic. -Me a wine.

I'll get it.

Give me one, Mar.

-Vice for everyone. -Mama, if you don't smoke.

-Don't say anything to your father. -Look at the example, auntie.

Just one day, it's nothing.

What's all this about addiction? They're crazy.

Crazy, crazy. Completely mad. Because of the Vich!

You know my husband. For 25 years

only let me drink on weekends.

-Yes, what a bastard. -Sucks.

25 years eating only vegetables.

Going to bed at eleven,

don't go out during the week,

and worst of all:

Thinking he was right.

But there is one consolation:

All of ours are the same. Your father, my love.

Listen, pretty... She's the modern one here.

Miss, take that off you'll get measles.

And look...

Three years ago

the meeting on a tuesday

I remember it perfectly, at six in the afternoon

with a gin and tonic in his hands

-Josep Maria? -Yes!

In the middle of Tuesday

with glass raised

Joelle, we need to talk.

And me, 20 years of cooked vegetables.

Why not?

No?

I love boiled vegetables.

Ah, but...

You're just like your father.

Only prettier.

Look, almost the same.

Yes, this sucks.

Yes, it really sucks.

It's a huge bag.

And my gin and tonic, darling?

Where's my gin and tonic?

Why are we toasting?

Because the old man is in the box!

-Health! -Cheers!

Because of the air...

-Can't we go out? -It's closed.

It's hot, isn't it? Would you like some?

I don't think you can smoke here.

It must be the only place in Europe where the standard doesn't apply.

Imagine an employee saying:

"I agree with your sentiment, but there's no smoking here."

I was thinking about the obituary.

Pere also said that it was small

and I forgot to put that Dad was a lawyer.

It's silly, I'm sorry.

-It's silly. -No...

It's silly.

And Pere has to listen to him to a certain extent, you know.

Just like Dad. Do you know what's important?

You went to see him every week.

Not Pere. Because they didn't understand each other.

Didn't they understand each other?

They didn't understand each other. If they're the same. They were the same.

She understood me.

I asked a lot about you.

For me?

And you know who I used to ask a lot about, too?

By whom?

For the girl. I asked a lot about Virginia.

-And what did you tell him? -I invented everything.

I don't know much about what they do and where they are...

The girl I invented a life for her...

A house in S'Agaró, a trip to the USA, awards, a husband...

The husband's was a joke.

The prizes were great!

-How are you? -Well, well...

A lot of work. Management, you know, there's always...

No, it's up to you.

Well, well.

I wish I'd seen more of him.

But you work hard, and Dad knew that.

No, that's not it.

Sometimes you forget that nothing is forever.

The important things are.

-Is that right? -Of course.

What are the important things?

You already know.

"I'm not here. You can leave me a message."

-Good girls, we should go. -No...

I'm having dinner at home. Would you like to come?

It's just that coming back from Barcelona...

-I'm going home. -Right, I'll see you tomorrow.

-Goodbye. -See you in the morning.

Come on, Laia, we're in a hurry.

-Careful with the car. -Yes. Bye, Dad.

-I'm going with Pau. -Yes. Tomorrow, 12:00.

-What time? -At 12:30 in Sant Fèlix.

-Lea, you're coming with us, aren't you? -Yes, yes.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Your mother's not coming tomorrow.

And you let her go alone?

Yes.

He's not going to drink.

All right, then. No more stuffing your face.

Toni, I'm coming.

What do you say? He doesn't want to take the bag, it wants to let go of everything...

No, you're thinking of not throwing up in your brother's car.

Well, it's the same.

I don't know why they changed Grandpa's suit.

It's true. He used that one a lot.

-Maybe he was old, huh, Lea? -What?

What are you looking at?

Nothing. What are you doing for dinner?

A lot of things...

Jordi made his potato omelette.

That's nice. Don't put onions in it... Remember I'm allergic?

Of course. When did he leave you without an omelette?

It's true.

It's better...

Hello!

Look!

Hello!

Hello!

Mar.

-What? It's tiny, isn't it? -Apartment...

-What do you think? -Well...

-Mar, can I use the phone? -In my room, on the right.

-Yes? -Mom?

Oh yes...

Did it arrive okay?

Yes, yes...

I'm having dinner at Mar's.

How nice... Send everyone a kiss.

No problem.

You shouldn't drive like that.

Well, I know, but... I was fine.

It's not good.

Right, don't worry.

Are you all right?

I have no light...

Have you called the electrician to fix it?

Yes, don't worry.

Do you want me to sleep there?

No.

Are you sure?

Of course.

I can ask Dad to to pick me up there tomorrow.

Don't worry, I'm I'm very well.

Right.

-I'll call you first thing in the morning. -Okay.

I love you.

I send you a very big kiss.

Right.

Thank you for calling.

-Adeus. -Adeus.

Let's see, what are you up to?

-A little Tequila. -God damn it, no!

One moment, please.

Forward, children of the Fatherland...

-You remember Lea, don't you? -Yes, a little.

How about Paris? Did you know I went with Carla?

We went to a bar that you can't miss.

"Les contables. Damn, it's incredible!

I'm in Toulouse.

Ah, well...

-And in Toulouse? Is it nice? -É.

You like Barcelona better, don't you? I don't know what you're doing in France.

It's too much here. Besides, is there a sea where you're going?

There's the boyfriend, friends...

-I don't have any friends, you know. -Good, Lea.

But nothing happens, I'm fine.

-It's business as usual. -It's worse.

...it's a very long journey. It's a year.

-And you've already packed everything? -No chance.

I don't know what to put, it's been so time that I...

-Is Nicaragua going? -Yes.

Boy, that's beautiful. Well, it's a shame you're going, but...

And where are they going? To Managua?

Yes, just to Managua. Have you been?

No, I haven't. But well, I know...

The subject of Latin America interests me a lot

and I have some "ongueiros" colleagues,

-who also like it very much. -How beautiful.

And I thought, next year,

take a break and go there.

If you ever want to have a beer before you go...

I've never crossed the Atlantic.

Me neither. It's the first time.

And what at home? Your parents...

Well, they say they're coming on vacation. We'll see.

-They'll miss you. -Yes...

The little...

-Very good. -Let's see...

-Are there a lot of people there? -Some of them do.

You need to turn off all appliances.

Because that's overload.

If you want light...

-Two. Ah...

Thank you.

Look...

Can you fix this dust-covered floor

-Since the Olympics? -You bet.

-Health! -Cheers!

-Is it better? -Much better!

Have you read your sister's book?

Lea is reading.

It's not bad.

This is beautiful:

"Every morning, Miguel tied her shoes"

"and later, at night,"

"with the same imperturbable that characterized him,"

"I held each boot by the heel and let them go."

"I knew how to do it so that they went out almost alone"

"and when Maria's little feet came out from their new captivity,"

"Miguel tickled them until they came back to life."

"Those were the moments when María felt the most at ease."

"Even that darkness"

"that filled his chest with anguish since his mother's death,"

"disappeared."

It's not normal...

I went in to see my father and I didn't feel a thing.

This is normal, it's nothing.

I don't know, it's normal.

But I only went in for a little while...

he was there...

And I remembered the dinners that...

that united us.

I didn't feel a thing.

I'm not sure...

I don't know...

I'm very lonely.

You're not alone.

Not at all.

Lea!

The power is out. Do you know where we have a flashlight?

No.

Don't worry, she's upset with me.

I could tell.

-I'm going. -Right.

Kitten, are you asleep?

Sorry.

I called before, but no one answered.

Right, right... But I could have answered.

It was nothing.

I wanted to to talk to you.

Just a moment.

I thought about it seriously and...

I think we should live together.

Why?

Lea!

Lea! Good morning!

-Good morning, little one. -Good morning.

Take a look.

I was looking at these photos...

I found one of Dad's and I thought...

Look at this one.

I thought he must be like that.

It must have been like this when he wasn't posing for photos

or when he wasn't with us.

Not him, really?

I don't know, I saw this photo and I thought "Dad should look like this."

Do you know what's wrong, Lea?

That when both parents die you're a little more alone.

I suppose that's normal, isn't it?

It's like this.

Look...

It's very pretty.

Take a look.

It was my mother's.

I'd like you to put that in, I don't know why.

Good.

-Water? -Yes.

Turn?

She always wore it.

Come alone.

Yes, I see, Montsita.

-What happened? -There was a lot of traffic.

-Let's go, it's late. -Josep Maria.

Beautiful.

I really want you to wear this necklace. Do you know whose it is?

Of course I know.

Are they going in or not?

-This girl is already... -Why are you crying?

Babies cry because they can't talk!

And you're not a baby anymore. You can talk.

Let's go in.

Hello!

-How are you? -Fine.

Hello, Toni.

-Good... -I'm glad you're here.

Pau, your mom is 10!

Like yours.

Brothers,

we are condemned by the loss of a loved one,

Josep Maria Vich y Carbó.

And at the same time, let's remember these consoling words of Jesus:

"You too will live where I am."

Dear brothers, we are here to keep you company.

Death makes us feel so helpless

that we need the warmth and friendship.

We're here

to accompany Pere, Antoni, Josep Maria and Virginia

and his entire family,

in pain, sadness, absence and bewilderment.

We are here handing over to God the fate of our brother.

Today we have in mind the axis of his life,

dedicated to his family and friends,

and his children here.

We are here in the church looking for company

and the warmth of faith in God.

A very rich couple is at the theater.

She pays attention to a woman painted in one of the cabins

and tells her husband:

"Jordi's mistress is awful, how vulgar, I like ours better."

Let's pray.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be His Name;

"Thy kingdom come";

"Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

"Give us this day give us this day;"

"forgive us our trespasses,"

"as we forgive those who trespass against us."

Thank you, thank you, child.

Looks like we're off.

And Lea?

-What are you doing? -The idiot.

Well, it's ready.

Look at Lea, she's very pretty.

-You've grown a lot. -Yes, she's beautiful.

What do we do now? Where do we go?

First we'll eat and then...

All together?

I'm going with Mar and Laia, right?

-Is your father going with you? -No, in his car.

-You're bigger too. -Yes, huge.

-I'm going for it, right? -Right.

I hadn't been here for ten years.

I was about twenty-five.

In my head it was bigger.

Holy shit!

-Wait, wait... -How nice.

-It's still closed. -Yes?

How strong!

Who should have the key to the house?

I suppose Pere, huh?

We can ask.

-Or maybe he's at his grandfather's house. -Yes, it could be.

Shall we take a look?

When I was little, it was afraid to pass through here.

Me too.

I always thought Grandma was there.

Really?

Didn't he die here?

That's right... I suppose at the hospital.

Forty years ago...

Virginia.

I didn't know you used a cane.

Yes, it's been years.

Yes?

In fact, Toni almost had to to make him.

It's horrible, isn't it? Always so ostentatious.

How are you?

Well done. Very happy with the theme of the book.

Maitê is already pressuring me with the following.

Well done.

Do you like it?

Yes. Okay, okay.

What happens? did it bother you too?

The fact that he's dead doesn't change what he was like.

No, I haven't.

And why did you say you liked it?

I don't know, I had to say something.

"I'm not here. You can leave me a message."

What are you doing here alone?

Come and have an aperitif.

I'm thinking of renovating in addition to painting,

changing the furniture and all that.

The kitchen is very small, for example.

Well, we will soon.

He's eighty years old and it's hard for him to walk.

Do you really need it, Montse? I think the house is just fine, as it always was.

Toni, but it's falling apart, Don't you see it? It's not what it used to be.

Well, I don't know...

-Seeing that we're all... -Look at these trees.

-How long have you been pruning? -We'll prune soon.

you have to paint the whole house, but no walls will be touched.

You're only saying this because you know who liked the house.

Can we talk now or is it too soon?

-I don't have any problems. -Well done.

I think he's come to say that he doesn't want anything.

Exactly.

Stupendous. Your son will inherit his share.

-No, no. My son doesn't want anything. -You can't decide that.

If you don't want your share, you must renounce it at a notary's office.

Whatever.

Yes?

Well, you should know that your son said yesterday

that he hoped he wouldn't show up so he could collect, and he said he would,

Dad's inheritance.

I don't think you understand me. We don't want anything.

I don't think you know what your son wants.

Maybe it will help you understand poor dad better

and give you a little more humility to write the next book.

But have you read it?

I don't have time to read these kinds of novels, Virginia.

-I meant... -Well, come on. Sorry...

-Shall we eat? -Yes.

Josep Maria, I wanted to say something.

No...

No.

Well, yes.

Nothing, taking advantage of that we're all here,

and who knows when we'll be together again, frankly, Virginia,

there are things I should say.

Joelle and I are separated.

I had already imagined it when that I was coming alone.

Is it definitive?

-It's been two years. -Two years?

Holy shit!

Well...

Yes, but well... I'm fine.

But they live on the same floor or...

We're separated.

She got an apartment in the same neighborhood.

Sarrià is doing very well.

So, Maria! Will it rain?

It looks like it's cleaning.

Maria, Virginia had already brought it.

Sorry. Then you'll have more.

-Hello, family! -Hello!

Hi María, how are you?

Joelle! -Virginia...

-It's been ages! -How long ago.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't get here in time.

-Did they notice that I was unwell? -Yes, they did.

Are you all right now?

Much better!

I took proferol in the vein.

I'm addicted.

How beautiful you look in this dress!

It looks much better than it did on me.

-If you like it, I'll give it to you as a present. -I don't dress like that, Mom.

So, how was Mass?

Good, a mass.

-Well... -Well.

Lea!

Well, I'm going to talk to her. She seems very angry.

Lea!

-Sit down, you'll be fine. -Sorry.

It's nothing...

Lea...

What's up, sweetheart?

What is it? why the long face?

Well...

If nothing happens, do you think normal to put on this show?

On the day of your grandfather's funeral?

-Show? -Yes.

-You're the one who likes a show. -What are you talking about?

I don't know.

What he does has become his specialty.

Now please go.

Disappear now.

I do my best, my love.

Because it doesn't do it right.

Do you think they're calling?

It's all the same.

Well...

It's the same, stay here

alone and bitter.

-Mom. -What?

-Come here. -What?

-Come. -What?

Don't you see?

I don't know if she's deaf, blind or dumb. I don't know what's wrong.

She behaves like a crazy person.

You're seeing things that aren't there. You live in your own damn world.

Dad has just said that they're separated.

I may be crazy, but I'm not going back.

With their smiles, politeness...

I know these people.

I've been following this current for 25 years.

"Please."

Your father is the king of madmen.

He's also a coward.

-I'd rather not talk about it. -Of course...

Tell me.

What bothers you so much?

Why are you so sad?

Do you think I don't feel you're unwell?

If you don't like your life: Change it!

If you're not okay with Séb, leave him.

You can't close yourself off from your pain

and look at the world with such contempt.

The only person getting hurt is you.

Things aren't always the way we want them to be.

-I'll tell you the same. -That's right.

Maybe he expected me to be...

a stronger woman, with more determination, no?

I also wanted to be a mother and a perfect woman.

But I am the way I am.

There are things you have to accept.

-Where's Lea? -I think she's outside...

-I don't know... -That's right...

-Finally bought? -Yes, finally.

-Sit here. -How?

No.

Well, family.

It was a pleasure to meet you all.

The party is over.

Are you going?

What do you think, asshole?

-Good, Maria, pass the pasta. -It's hot.

-Montse, can you help me? -Yes.

Boys, the plates.

Everyone's at the table, are you coming?

Okay... Thank you.

Well done.

Now?

Listen, Pau.

Pau.

-That's enough, Pau! -Leave.

-Lea, pass me the plate, please? -Yes, here.

-Just a minute, Montsita. Sit down. -Enjoy!

Listen.

You know I don't like making speeches,

but I think today is a special occasion

and I'd like you to know how I feel.

We all knew that Dad wouldn't soon die

and it sounds like a lie, but to me, and I think everyone,

took me by surprise.

So by surprise I couldn't even be there.

Good.

Now he's dead

and left us with a void that replace.

In the same way, he left us a void our mother, your grandmother,

almost 40 years ago. We can never forget that.

What I mean by all this

is that we, all of us, are still here.

Someday we'll miss it too. But now we are, we are so lucky.

The family, no matter whatever happens,

goes beyond everything.

As well as discussions,

beyond grudges.

And I believe that we have the possibility

and perhaps even the duty to keep us together,

united.

And it's up to us,

of all of us who are sitting at this table.

That's all.

Serve Virginia.

Lea, my little love...

-I'm fine. -Cry quietly.

Sorry.

It's nothing.

She's very moved.

-Enjoy your meal. -Thank you.

How did you do it?

With a safety pin.

What's up? Don't you want to eat?

-Are they eating yet? -Yes.

He looks like his father.

Grandpa?

I decided to go back.

Not now, because we're getting to the cemetery.

Barcelona.

To live in?

With Séb?

Séb doesn't want me anymore.

I've been very unwell lately.

Yes... I get it.

Is it better now?

No... I don't know.

THREE DAYS WITH THE FAMILY

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