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The day I was born, my grandma Clara saw my future.

And she said the stars had a line to bestow me with gifts that would overcome

any terrible twists of fate.

But in time, I forgot.

My grandma wrote in her diaries that memory is fragile.

And the course of life is so brief that we fail to perceive the connection

between events.

And we cannot measure the consequences of our actions.

That's why ever since she was little, my grandma recorded everything in hundreds

of life diaries.

So that 50 years later, I could use her writing to reclaim

the past and overcome horrors of my own.

Tanta pena y soledad Ya no cabe

en esta casa Es mejor dejarte

ir

prove it

Clara del Valle, my grandma, always had one foot in this world and the other in

the afterlife.

Give it back to me! Give it to me! But you gave it to me! No, I did not!

Hey, I'm trying to concentrate!

Give it back!

Mom's got it! Give it back!

Knock it off! Mom said you should hurry! I asked for it yesterday.

What on God's green earth are you all doing here? It's mine!

Huh? Didn't I already tell you to go get dressed?

Now go!

And you, Clarita, huh? You also have to get ready for mass, my child.

I won't go.

You can't stay here.

You don't get to make the rolls, young lady.

Oh, Lord.

These kids think the house tightens up after itself.

Sweetie, go over there. You're going to end up all sweaty.

Nana, help me.

God, we are running late for mass.

Glad I've developed her psychic powers.

with encouragement from her beloved Uncle Marcos, an insatiable explorer who

gathered esoteric knowledge from all over the world.

I won't go to math.

Why not? Uncle Marcos is on his way.

Sweetie, Uncle Marcos is still traveling. He's far, far away, honey.

I know, but he's coming, and I want to be home when he gets here.

I have no idea.

Her older sister, Rosa, was the only one who really understood Clara's

eccentricities. Maybe because she didn't belong to this world either.

Rosa!

This place is great to hide out in. These creatures are good at protecting.

Can you tell me why we're hiding now?

I don't get why we have to go to mass.

Mom says we can speak to God directly if we want.

I'm going to tell you a secret.

There's a lot of things in this world I'll never understand.

But I've reached the conclusion that it's because some are just illogical.

Don't you think you're a little old for this?

Dad, if you're talking about my embroidery, I'm not going to stop until

biggest tablecloth in the world. Time to go.

I will when we come back.

Good morning.

Hello, ladies. How are you?

Thank you.

Hi. How are you?

Good morning.

Great entrance, Kenny.

Dona Nivea.

Morning. Please, I reserved the third row so that you can sit together.

We'll be right there.

Excuse me.

No, no, no, no.

Honey,

look, they're watching us. It's not normal.

We'll get accustomed to it. It'll be worse when you're elected, Senator.

On this holy Thursday, we enter into penance, remembering the day when Jesus

Christ, the Son of God, gave his life for our sins.

So it is, brothers and sisters. Dad?

Good thing they put the covers on the saints, because the blood they paint on

them is disgusting.

Shh, pay attention, Clara.

Oh, my God, look at Ratha.

She's from another planet, right?

She's an angel.

Or a mermaid.

Unbelievable. After all this time, they keep telling us the story of hell as if

it was fresh bread.

Why does that look like that?

Should I leave now?

I really miss you, Uncle Knuckles.

Look on the bright side.

Now I don't have to get on a boat to come see you.

I just have to do this and voila.

Isn't it great?

Barrabas! Release Barrabas! Release Barrabas!

Have you practiced your powers?

Many of the living will give anything to do what we can.

You're special, Clara.

You're going to help so many people.

A horde of pure sinners saved him.

Saved Barrabas from the fires of hell.

Which one do you want me to release?

The chief priests and the elders. They suggested the multitude to choose

Barrabas to save Barrabas. Standing in opposition to those who call for

salvation.

That is why the bandit Barrabas was saved.

That's why, that is the reason why every one of you sinners must do penance, or

you'll spend the rest of eternity burning in the flames of hell. Straight

hell!

Back then, the... Father Estrepo, what

if hell doesn't exist?

What are you saying, brat?

What did you say?

Well, you've never been dead, though.

You can't possibly know what's on the other side. You must be possessed by the

devil!

She is possessed!

Madness!

Frightful! Father!

That girl is possessed by the devil! Be gone!

Only a fanatic like Father Masterepo can still believe in the devil in the 20th

century. Yes, but that's not the point. The point is, if they find out about

Flavica's death, people will start gossiping. My candidacy for the Liberal

has gone to hell. Oh, don't exaggerate.

I can't deal with people talking about my family.

We've had enough of your brother. Oh, no. I'm not going to let you blame

for every little thing that comes to mind.

I knew he would be a better influence on Clara. And now... Careful what you say,

Severo Del Valle.

Remember that our family will always be more important than our personal agenda.

Don't you forget that.

And we love Clarita just the way she is.

So hungry.

Stop that, Anna!

No, Anna, no! Wait, my leg! She's so annoying!

Mom, who are they?

Uncle Michael?

It's Uncle Michael!

Your brother's here. I mean, your brother's body.

That was how Uncle Marcos returned from his last trip.

He'd been killed by a mysterious African disease that made you wrinkled and

yellowed like papyrus.

That would have been one of the saddest days of her life if Barrabás hadn't

arrived with Uncle Marcos' possessions and Rosa hadn't been by her side

supporting her.

Oh, Charita, Uncle Marcos brought so many books.

Take a peek.

He wrote down all of his adventures.

Look, Paris.

Wow.

Clara, you could follow in his footsteps, right?

Write down your adventures.

Here's a little diary.

It's brand new.

Anytime.

Barrabas came into the family by sea.

Those were the first words my grandma wrote in her life diaries.

She liked to call them.

That is called bribery, and it's a crime.

In this country, all of the most respected senators got into Congress in

manner.

But I'm a lawyer.

My job is to protect laws and prevent abuses exactly like this from occurring.

Well, the scandal on this past Holy Thursday didn't go over well, my friend,

we're on the verge of the election.

Look, I promised my wife that if I did this, I would play fair.

Well, if just keeping her happy is what you need, this is the best way.

No other man except you will push forward the petition of the

We have to talk to the real people, with the townspeople, and go door to door,

break into the factory, and really make some noise. If my husband is elected

senator, we'll be able to make those changes.

From Congress. Maybe, if your husband were a woman, like us.

We want others to make changes, and we haven't even thought about taking off

courses. You take it off now.

Senora.

Look, another letter for Rosa.

Thank you, Nana.

Mom, may I see? No.

From Mr.

Tueva's son.

Yes, the young man secured a claim for a gold mine. Poor guy, he's been mining

for almost two years. How long?

Well, why, Mommy?

Because he's a man who's very determined, and I really like that.

Right? Because when a woman's as beautiful as Rosa, men are too timid to

approach her.

Thank you.

Look.

Oh, it's beautiful, Clarita.

Can we buy it, Rosa?

Let's see.

Come on, girls, let's go.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo. Always talking to people.

Savage it.

Hurry up, girls.

Excuse me.

What's your name?

Who wants to know?

Esteban Trujillo.

Keep walking or I won't hear the end of it.

Her name is Rosa del Valle and she has nobody else courting her.

That afternoon,

the

beautiful Rosa entered Esteban Trebal's life like a distracted angel stealing

his soul.

And from then on, he promised himself that he'd do anything he could to become

wealthy man, worthy of taking her to the altar.

Rosa! Another letter! May I read it?

My beloved, beautiful Rosa, the second year... The second year, endless without

you.

I want someone to love me as much as Esteban loves Rosa.

I still don't understand what love has to do with mining a bunch of rocks to

rich. Because he adores you.

I don't want gold.

Neither do I. Don't you want somebody to give you a house like this?

No.

What do you mean?

You'll live off of your made -up creatures?

Maybe.

I want that too.

I don't get it.

You want that too?

For Clara, time passed with nothing more noteworthy than the limitless growth of

her dog Barrabás.

Popular fantasy and ignorance regarding his breed led to attributing him with

mythological characteristics.

Everyone adored him, except the new Senator Severo del Valle.

And Nana.

What's wrong, honey?

Someone's about to die.

What?

No, my love, don't worry about it. That won't happen, all right?

But, wait, Clara said I was going to fall off the horse, and it did happen.

Please do me the honor of congratulating the new senator of the republic.

Have you seen a ghost or something?

You better change those sad faces. Today we're celebrating.

Sir, more gifts.

It's a nice liquor, and a roast pig came from your voters in the South.

I think I should travel soon to thank them. No, don't go, Dad.

What's wrong with her?

I'll explain later.

That's it. Careful now. Don't let it fall and get ruined.

The massive creature.

Severo, please, everyone, if you'd come to hear a few words from our honorable

senator.

Thank you.

Thank you all for coming here to celebrate this day with me.

Although I think I should really be thanking the lack of candidates.

Anything bad happen to Dad?

No, he'll be just fine, my love. Don't worry about it. It's a great honor for

to represent the Liberal Party in Congress.

As you all know, I have been fortunate enough to live a life full of privilege.

And the time has come for me to give back. I hope you enjoyed this superb

and that you return for seconds for my family's sake.

Or we'll be eating Southern -style pork for a week.

Cheers? Cheers.

Bravo. Congratulations.

anybody to die.

Don't worry.

You're having a nightmare.

Here, try to sleep.

I'm scared.

Stay with me.

Of course. Move over.

It's freezing.

You know I'll always be here with you.

Don't you forget.

Your hand.

It's a common cold.

See? I told you. Give her lemonade with sugar and some liquor to sweat off the

fever. No, no. Give her the liquor I was giving as a gift.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

I'll walk you to the door.

That same day, after a long period of isolation and effort, Esteban got what

he was longing for.

He

could

finally fulfill his dream of marrying Rosa.

Give me the red thread, please.

Nana! Hmm?

But our bus will be on the tablecloth.

At any moment, that beast is going to grow horns.

Thank you.

Cheers. Cheers?

Drink it all.

Here.

Thank you, Nana.

What are you doing there, Clarita?

Why is it so dark? What's wrong?

Why does it smell so much like roses in here?

Rosita?

Sweetie?

I'm very sorry.

This wasn't caused by a mere fever.

Did Rosa do something out of the ordinary?

Maybe she ate something the others didn't try.

Nothing, no, I don't know.

Um, that lemonade that you told me to give her with the dash of liquor.

Clarita.

I think it was me. No.

No.

No, it wasn't your fault. You mustn't say that again. You hear me?

Promise?

I wasn't expecting you today.

Good day.

Here

I suspect this is what killed your daughter.

What did you say?

I need your authorization to perform an autopsy.

But do you need to cut her open?

No, Severin, no. Not completely, no.

I won't have to touch her head.

But to do that, I need to take Rosa to the morgue.

To the morgue?

Nivea. Not to the morgue.

No, no, no, no.

All right.

No one will be taking my daughter away. Of course not.

Yes, she stays.

Do you swear?

Swear it.

Swear, Severo.

Swear to me.

Mia.

My love.

My love for you.

Hey.

Don't touch her.

Don't touch her.

Listen, it's all right.

Please calm down. Here, just take a drink.

It'll calm your nerves. Please, just to sit. Just to sit.

Sorry, my love.

I'm doing this for the family.

Nana, tell everyone to go home for the night.

Yes, sir. And have Clarita sleep with Teresa.

Please, Nana.

She can't sleep alone.

The bell.

Good evening, Sir.

There was rat poison in the bottle of liquor.

It was enough to foul an ox.

Now we only have to prove medically that it was an assassination.

We need to untrace your survival.

I'm so sorry I can't stay.

Sir, where's our darling Rosa?

Sir?

With the doctor.

In the kitchen.

Wait,

please stay.

Stay here.

Come have a drink.

Please.

It's my fault, Dinah.

No. I'm afraid it was my fault.

It should be me.

I'm the one who should be dead.

No, don't say that, sir. That might rule, sir.

Dinah.

Poor child.

This was Memphis, and I know.

I have to let him know.

I'm quitting politics.

And the Liberal Party as well.

All that rubbish.

And no one in my family will ever get mixed up in politics again.

My grandma Clara carried all the emptiness of the world within her.

She was utterly swallowed by silence.

And she kept her voice locked away for nine long years.

Rosa's murder was the first of many acts of violence that shaped the fate of my

family.

The police tried

to follow the trail of the poisoned bottle, but neither they nor the

hired by my great -grandfather, Severo.

could find the identity of the assassin.

And the shadow of vengeance deferred has haunted every generation that

followed.

Clarita, my love.

Come and say goodbye to your sister.

This didn't happen because you said so.

You're able to predict things, but not necessarily prevent them.

My sweet angel.

My Rosa.

I'm sorry for not keeping my promise.

I'm sorry it took me so long.

I'm sorry it took me so long.

Come with us if they want.

Nana, why can't I go with my dad?

Well, funerals are men's business, my love.

Larissa.

Stop the car.

Honey, what are you doing?

Come here.

Are you Clara?

Rosa mentioned you a lot in her letters.

How old are you?

Clara, why won't you talk?

Clara kept her silence.

But in that moment she knew that her fate and Esteban Truebas...

Would be forever bound together