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Have we reached the ocean?

No, not yet… go back to sleep.

It's here!

NEWS FROM AFAR

- What's up son? - Hello everyone!

Did someone call for backup?

Hello, Comadre…

Hello?

Oh, hi, I'm glad you came.

There's no way I wasn't coming.

There's a strong wind… And it's only May.

That's why I'm wearing a shawl.

Look what I brought for you. Some cactus salad.

You outdid yourself.

It's good and I'm not saying this because I made it.

I'll put the cactus salad on the table. The chicken is burning.

- It's goose! - Right.

Goose…

Hey you two, leave that and come here.

Don Francisco, thank you.

There's not a drop of water. Not for drinking nor for washing.

You'll see how next year they'll bring electricity to us.

But what are we going to do

with all the people that will want to come here?

I believe water is more important,

because for light we can always use candles.

Cheers!

- Doña Micaela. - Cheers.

Don Alberto.

- It's very good. - Yes, it's tasty.

Try it, try it…

Yes, it's good.

Martín! Son!

Come and have a taco, come on.

Have you washed your hands?

Sit down.

They say the new road will be ready in less than a year.

My husband calls it a “highway”.

It's looking very nice.

There are fewer and fewer workmen in the workshops.

Once the novelty wears off, you'll see everything goes back to how it was.

A tri-p thr-ough-out the fi-ve con-tents.

Continents!

See you on Saturday, have a good journey back.

Have a good day.

When we arrived at “El 17” there were only three houses

and everyone helped us build a small room to spend the night.

Well… that's what my mom told me, because I barely remember.

Please don't leave me alone.

Bear the pain.

Push… Push.

The kid is probably bottom-down. Push…

Here they are…

Leave them there, please.

There's some coffee there. You make me nervous…

Please go outside…

Listen, rest up. Rest a bit…

Rest a bit.

Juanito was the first kid to be born in “El 17”.

How old would he be now?

Ten…

Martín didn't talk much about Juanito.

I think he always felt guilty about his death.

Let's see, get on.

That's it!

I bet you won't make it to the barrel!

I bet I will!

Juanito was born after several failed pregnancies.

For my dad he was the biggest joy: he was his first son.

For everyone else at “El 17” he was a good omen.

There's some coffee there.

How's my mom?

When I was a kid like you, I was sent to buy oil.

On my way back I would stop at the train station

to search for magazines left by the passengers.

I would bring them home and hide them in the pen.

When nobody was watching, I would leaf through them.

I felt I was in all those places as if I were someone in the pictures…

One day my dad caught me.

I ducked believing he would hit me, as usual, but he didn't.

He just said:

“We were born poor and we will die poor”.

Then he burned them.

Good news, it's a boy.

I bet you won't make it to the barrel!

I bet I will!

Mrs. Amelia and El Mago were the first to arrive at “El 17”.

They got the old mill to work and people started to come.

My parents met in Mexico City.

My mom worked as a maid and my dad was in construction.

When she was sent to the city to work she was fourteen years old.

She always bragged about traveling by train to Mexico City.

I ran out of coffee, Comadre.

Don't worry, Comadre. This tea is warm, good for the cold.

Tell me, what did the doctor say to you?

He said Beto was the last one, because…

I won't make it through another pregnancy.

Oh well, you'll have to keep your legs shut.

You must take care of yourself.

You have baggy eyes and you're very pale. Take care!

I'm worried for Beto, he's very small…

Martín, one way or another, will go his way anytime.

That's what I lacked: to watch a child grow.

People said many things about Mrs. Amelia.

That El Mago had taken her out of a bar in the harbor,

that she had caught this and that disease,

and many other things that I didn't understand.

In your eyes there is the emerald green

that springs from the sea

and in your little mouth...

- Is that you, Comadre? - Mm hmm.

Just look at you!

You're so beautiful and what a waist!

Oh, Comadre… we had something going for ourselves.

Just look at you.

If I had money, I would smooth out entirely,

from top to bottom.

And get stitches down there…

Yes…

They leave you like a teenager.

Oh…

El Mago is here, Comadre. See what I mean?

I'm leaving.

I'm going to make corn bread. I'll send you a piece.

Thank you for the tea.

- Take care! - Yes, Comadre…

Thank you.

My mom kept in the wardrobe things that were important to her,

a wardrobe that my dad had promised her

when they were in the city

and which he bought once the roof of the house was finished.

Martín was three years old when my parents started living together

and he only knew his father through a photo that my mom kept.

Martín liked to go to the house of the compadres

to see the palm trees that Mrs. Amelia brought from the coast.

Neither he, nor I had seen the ocean.

Good day!

How are you, Son? Come here.

Mago, could I borrow your yellow pliers?

The insulated ones.

I'll bring them back soon.

Someone bring me the yellow pliers…

They're in the toolbox.

- How's your dad? - He's okay.

Have a glass of lemonade, go on.

- Are these the yellow ones? - No, honey.

- Come here, my love. - Hang on.

Oh!

- Check if they work for you. - Yes.

What do you think of my wife?

She wants to fill this fucking saltpeter field with palm trees…

Hang on.

Wait a minute.

Take this water to your mom. Send my regards to her.

Thank you. See you later.

When Martín turned seven, my dad took him to work to the brick factories.

At night, my mom kept teaching him to read and write.

As soon as we finish building the house roof,

I'll continue with the other room.

So when your little brother is born you can each have your own room.

Let's go, Son.

Oh, wait. I forgot my cap.

Let's go, guys. We're done for today.

See you tomorrow, God willing.

Hurry up, Martín!

Don Alfonso, good morning!

How are you, Martín?

- Have you had any rain at “El 17”? - No, nothing's changed.

Did you know it's been almost 200 years

since Humboldt came here?

A German traveler

who was here measuring hills, drawing plants and animals.

Do you know what he called the area of “El 17”?

No.

“The Plain of Whirlwinds”.

Fancy that.

He knew more of this place than you and I who live here…

I got this traveler's magazine in California.

Hey, Don Alfonso…

Why did you come back?

You studied, you've lived many places, you even made money.

Why did you come back?

When my wife died, I was very lonely.

Forty-three years.

One must choose where one wants to die.

Do you want cookies? Come on, buy some!

Three for $10.

- Are they good? - Yes, they're good… yeah?

Martín…

Martín!

What do you want?

I saw Nando “El Albino” today.

Where does he go with all those things?

To sell and buy.

Where?

At rancherias, beyond the saltpeter field.

When I was a kid,

everyone said that Nando “El Albino” was searching for a treasure.

God!

Why, God?

No, my Lord… why?

What's that place with all the bridges called?

California.

Is it far away?

Very far.

Martín, how far have you been?

Juan, I can't find him!

Martín!

Martín!

Martín!

What are you doing here?

Where were you going to spend the night?

Where the fuck were you thinking of going?

Hey, Don Alfonso…

Do you believe in luck?

I think the early bird catches the worm.

What do you think?

I believe that when we came into the world,

everything had already been distributed.

I don't know…

But we must try and change what we got.

Comadre!

- Comadre, may I come in? - Of course, Comadre, come in, please.

Oh, it's so windy. How are you?

Guess what, Comadre?

I brought you a gift.

Sit down.

Wait and see…

My husband brought them from the border.

Oh, yes… I heard his truck at midnight.

I'm going to give you two. They all smell differently.

Look, this one…

Smell it.

Shall I put some on you?

Roses…

I was thinking, Comadre.

I hope you accept going to San Fernando to have our cards read.

Leave the Compadre alone for just one afternoon and we'll go.

I wish I could, Comadre…

But things are not easy.

Juan Pedro's shift was reduced

and if it wasn't for Martín…

You know I don't have to say this… whatever you need, Comadre.

I really appreciate it,

but if push comes to shove, I can always sell the wardrobe.

No, Comadre.

Martín told me that even before Juanito's death,

she spent hours looking out at the plain

and got to talk about the city…

Mrs. Amelia said that what caused this

were so many unsuccessful pregnancies.

Just like Martín, when I turned seven,

my dad took me to work at the brick factory...

I preferred selling cookies at the scrapyard.

Look, Son…

With a thousand of these, you can build a room.

The roof is what's hard.

One that's resistant, that can endure the heat and bad weather.

Dad…

- Have you been to the ocean? - No.

No…

You can't hit it.

Not like that, you crooked hand!

Around that time, water became scarce,

and the new highway was very far away.

But people said that things would get better.

Martín, however, thought there was no future there.

Even the geese stopped returning to the lagoon.

Those onions look yummy.

But to keep up with the tradition of getting together

at the beginning of the year,

the Compadres brought grilled chicken which they bought in San Fernando.

Come on, Comadre, have a taco.

Thanks. The onions look very good.

The utility poles are close to El Encinal now.

You can see them from the other side of the ravine.

I think we're next.

People at the Electricity Commission say it's easier to go towards San Bruno

because it's all downhill there.

They're dragging their feet!

The same thing will happen with water then,

because streams also run downhill…

- Hello. - Hello.

- What are you looking for? - One like this one.

- How much is it? - Fifteen pesos.

Thank you.

- Anything else? - No, nothing else.

If he doesn't want to, we can leave.

When Juanito died, it was your dad who wanted to leave.

- Where to? - Anywhere…

The thing was just to leave.

But I said no. I didn't want to be wandering around.

They're pretty.

Take them.

- How much are they? - Eighteen pesos.

Here you go.

This way those government people can't say they don't see the village.

We are leaving for the coast…

My wife is acting strange.

She wakes up every night.

She says that she's always cold.

No, Compadre, we can't fix this any longer.

Everyone is leaving.

They leave because they have no buried relatives here.

We have Juanito.

It's 500.

I think it's enough to finish the room.

Take them away.

Carry them back and take them away.

But didn't you want to finish the house?

Yes, but that's on me.

You painted it!

Beto…

I'm leaving.

- To the city? - Yes.

Can I go with you?

No, who would take care of my mom?

I'll come back to get you.

Beto…

Take it, it's yours.

- Son! - Hi, Mom.

I'm leaving for the city.

I want to find my dad, but I don't know where he is.

This number is all I have. Ask after Luis Acosta.

Further ahead a bridge collapsed and there's no way through.

If you want, you can walk to Pisarro.

What about waiting?

As you wish, but it could take days.

We'd better go then.

- They're expecting me at home. - I have to get home too.

Let's go if you want.

Let's go.

I'll go too.

He says there's a bus that runs through in the early morning,

which can take us to El Triunfo.

What about the train? At what time does it run?

No, boy, that train hasn't run by for a long time.

- Good night. - Good night.

What happened?

Didn't you leave in the bus?

I didn't notice when the bus came by.

My things and money were stolen.

Assholes.

I thought you were family.

And where are you going?

To Mexico City.

Help yourself.

- What's your name? - Martín.

I'm Pablo.

Is there anywhere around here where I can work?

There's nothing here.

Almost everyone left to go to the other side.

I can help with anything.

Unless you help me picking corn or storing the grain.

Yes, only while I save up for the ticket.

Yes, sure.

This was an estate in the good old times.

The most thriving in the region.

When my parents died,

I tried to sell it.

But who to?

Did you see the rooms facing the square?

Those were our storage rooms.

Do you know what the motherfuckers do now?

They steal the bricks.

They steal them

to finish their houses.

We're not thieves.

You'll return that tomorrow.

You don't see many people around.

They'll come out.

They'll come out.

They're getting used to it.

It's been a long time since someone came here.

Good day.

See?

Now you've met “Las Mochas”.

Don't believe what they say, uh?

They're prone to making up stories.

They say that I killed my parents to keep all this. Can you believe it?

Just imagine.

Shh… don't be scared!

I need my money.

Sure.

Here.

Martín…

Wait.

Check if they fit.

Thank you.

How much is the ticket to Mexico City?

One hundred pesos.

- Can I have one, please? - Yes.

- Thank you. - Have a good journey.

The power is within you.

They only show crap on TV.

Two pesos.

Spearmint sweets.

Mint sweets.

Buy some.

Two pesos.

Delicious sweets.

Two pesos. Delicious sweets.

What's up, Don Erasmo?

I hadn't seen you for a long time.

I was dealing with some business.

Have you found your parents?

No.

I've called a couple of times. But no.

There's no option.

You'll have to add a 5 at the beginning

or perhaps the numbers are longer now.

I want to save up.

I believe that working hard

in less than a year I can bring my family over.

Working hard…

What do you think most of us here have done all our lives?

Hand me the ice pick.

- Okay, see you Tomás. - See you.

If you come once we've closed, the bag of bread is half price.

- At what time do you close? - At ten.

I like this place.

You can have anything you want if you pay for a coffee.

More coffee?

- You really like coffee, right? - I like to be served.

I had never been in a restaurant.

I like the city very much.

I would really like to return to Ensenada.

There's the ocean

and the border is close.

I want to bring my family over.

It will take you twenty years here. It's not easy.

On the other side in six months you can make good money.

We can go together if you want. I'll go with you.

You'll see that you won't want to come back.

Come in.

It's not very fancy but you can stay whenever you want.

You'll be better off than at the shelter.

Just one favor…

Don't steal from me. I've worked hard for everything.

Sometimes it looks very nice when the sun sets.

I have some men's shirts somewhere that might fit you.

This was the first place I visited when I came to Mexico City.

Almost four years ago.

Following a man…

Then I didn't want to return to Ensenada

and have to explain so many things to so many people.

I didn't have money to go back.

Let's go, I want to show you something.

- Look, that's what I wanted to show you. - What?

The palm tree.

Oh…

He liked it…

Get out of here!

Martín.

Martín!

How are you, boy? It's been a while.

Yes, right?

Yes, I know. You were dealing with some business.

Not much has happened around here.

Perhaps I'll go to the border.

I've got some money saved.

Oh, I almost forgot. Two letters were returned.

They must have them at the office.

“Recipient not found”.

That's strange…

They're two months apart.

They didn't return the first ones.

Beto!

Martín, you're back!

- How are you? - I'm fine.

You're very big.

Mom…

What's wrong?

She's been like that for three months…

Mrs. Amelia and El Mago no longer live here.

Look what I brought for you.

Where's the wardrobe?

The wardrobe had to be sold to buy medicines.

My dad ended up covering that window

because he always linked it with my mom's illness.

You'll be better here.

Someone told us that Don Alfonso had died.

He died peacefully,

sitting down,

looking at his magazines.

Beto told me you were here.

We didn't think you would come back.

Why?

We must take my mom away from here.

And where do you want to take her?

Anywhere… To the city.

At the city we had nothing.

We worked like a dog and had nothing.

When we came here

everything changed.

This is our place.

But there's nothing more to do here.

- And anyway... - This is our home.

What are we going to do somewhere else?

You build your own life.

Don't worry about us.

I'm off to work.

I'll be back later.

Be good, Son.

Beto, go to sleep.

You look like my son.

His name is Martín.

She can't be like that.

I'm taking her away tomorrow.

And who are you to give orders?

You have no say here anymore.

We never asked for anything when you were away.

I was looking for money to get you out of here.

Well, tomorrow morning we don't want to see you here.

Look…

Seeing you doesn't do your mom well.

So, where are you heading to?

To the city…

To a hospital.

If it doesn't rain, we'll be in Puebla by dawn.

We travel led all night.

The next day we arrived in the first city

where we took my mom to a hospital.

I thought we were going to stay together

but when we arrived in Mexico City,

Martín took me to an orphanage.

He told me that I would have everything I needed.

He would continue his way to the border and,

in less than three months, he would come back for us.

Have we reached the ocean?

No, not yet… go back to sleep.

It's here!

For almost five years,

my brother Martín sent me postcard and money from California.

But one day he stopped writing and I never heard from him again.

Hey!

Ever since I left the orphanage, I've searched for them.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Do you know what happened to the village that used to be here?

They say that years ago there was a drought

and everyone left.

Only that grave is left.

They say it belongs to a boy that was born and died here.

Okay, I must go.

Thank you… See you.