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I'm going to make a Pisco Sour.

The national cocktail of Peru.

First the ice cubes.

In my 50 years as a bartender, I've made it for many presidents.

When I think of them...

...I see history as a badly-mixed cocktail...

...made of semi-democratic elections...

..COUPS..

terrorism and corruption.

And it's always the same old story, like in a cartoon.

One president leaves the palace by the back door...

...while the next one barges through the front door with a lot of fanfare.

Pisco...

...three ounces.

In the last fifty years...

...we've done everything we could fo be a true South American country.

Cane syrup...

...0ne ounce.

Scandals...

...a dirty war between the army and various guerrilla movements...

...towering inflation...

...bank notes that were of more use as toilet paper.

Egg white.

According to taste.

Famine.

Fear.

And more than 70,000 deaths due to violence.

We had elections recently.

And if you were to ask me:

Which would you prefer...

...Hepatitis B or AIDS?

We Peruvians chose Hepatitis B...

...otherwise known as Alan Garcia.

The very man who ruined the country...

...between '85 and '90.

Now he's in power again...

...and I may have to make him a Pisco Sour one day.

Because that's for sure:

The man knows his drinks.

Many future presidents of Peru will drink this cocktail too.

No doubt about it.

It's delicious, exquisite, unrivalled.

Dotry it.

OBLIVION

I, Alan Garcia Perez...

...swear in the name of God and the Holy Apostles...

...In the name of the people of Peru...

...fo faithfully uphold the office of President of the Republic...

...which the nation has entrusted to me.

Without disregarding the freedom of religion...

...I shall honour the role of the Catholic Church...

Wow, look at him. That's really cool.

I want to learn to do it with clubs too, but it's quite hard.

I can doit too. I can also do a handstand.

Do a handstand? Not bad, fatty.

I can't do it for very long.

Because all my weight goes... - To your head.

And you David? Are you still at it?

You've got your clubs... How about teaching me?

I can handle the balls. I just need to perfect it.

Yes, I'm into clubs now.

Just keep your cool.

I've tried but I keep dropping them.

First the one, then the other.

See? I keep dropping them.

I'll keep working at it.

Take care. -Seeya.

Good morning, guys. - Good morning.

Today's class is going to be special.

We're going to talk about service.

Those of us who work in this field...

...are selling a service.

The product that we offer must be felt.

When you're serving a customer, you have to be dedicated.

You must do it with heart and soul.

Make him 'feel' it. Notice the word I use.

It's the service that makes the customer feel welcome.

Put yourselves in the shoes of a customer.

When you go out somewhere, what kind of reception would you like?

A smiling face.

So a smile is part of the service.

Welcome your guest with a smile.

Smiling must be taken seriously.

A smile is priceless.

The customer comes in with his green eyes and sex appeal.

Isn't that right?

He is the goose that lays the golden egg.

No customers means no work.

Without customers, we can't eat.

So we must look after our customers.

How?

We are actors in the service sector.

I'd even say we're the very best actors.

And we're selling a service.

We're not servants. We're paid for what we do.

From the moment we enter, we start acting.

Till the end of our shift.

Perfect acting...

..that's what service is all about.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

We've been married for exactly one day. We're in heaven.

My wife is Spanish.

It just goes to show that love knows no borders...

...and it helps you forget all the bad things.

We love each other. That's what counts.

Thank you.

Mr Cerna, when did El Cordano open its doors?

It was founded by Italians in 1905.

And then?

They died seventy years later.

But their children didn't want to take over the business.

So they offered us the bar instead of paying our social benefits.

And how did you respond?

We said: 'Instead of what you owe us, give us the bar.

Without paying any money? - Yes, and they agreed.

That's how we got the place.

Have any presidents been here?

Every single one of them. From Prado, whom I met...

...all of them have been here two or three times.

How did they treat you?

Well, they actually always treated me well, like friends.

They were always very friendly and we never had any problems.

What do you do if someone behaves badly?

No, thanks to our sandwiches, they always leave satisfied.

No one has ever treated you badly?

Thank God, no. Why would they?

Has nobody ever said or done anything hurtful?

Well, it was painful when the Cordanos passed away.

They were such good people.

They were always especially nice to me.

They treated me well because I did as I was told.

Their death was the only thing that upset me.

You did as you were told? - Yes, I always enjoyed my work.

Just across the road is the Presidential Palace.

And a few metres further down, there's the old stone bridge...

... that leads to the former black neighbourhood of Lima.

This Palace...

...has always been a place of privilege.

I believe...

I see this palace as an island of happiness...

...surrounded by Peru on all sides.

I would say that the tumult of Peruvian reality never reaches the palace.

When I was a child...

... along time ago...

...way back in the 1930s...

...Lima had four or five hundred thousand inhabitants.

Now there are eight million.

Most of these people come from the Andes, from the mountains.

Why do they come to Lima?

Because there's no future where they come from.

They always find a way. They're very inventive people.

Here, mum.

Look, mummy. This is for you.

You little monkeys.

Careful, Estefania, Lala, don't fall.

Delicious.

Yes, it's a great cocktail.

Here you are, your Pisco Sours.

Excuse me.

It's been really busy tonight.

I always feel satisfied...

...when we've had a lot of customers.

Some important people too.

These have been made with our finest Pisco.

Cheers. - Thank you.

Talking about important people...

...I have quite a story for you...

... one that people like to hear again and again.

Tell us.

Let me put this away first.

I'll go back to my place behind the bar.

And in the meantime I'll try to remember...

...the exact details...

I'll never forget that during President Belalinde's first term...

...a Minister of Finance was appointed...

...who hadn't lived in the country for years.

He was put up in the Sheraton's Presidential Suite...

...for something like six or eight months.

On his first day he comes into the bar...

I think his name was Carlos Rodriguez Pastor.

And he gives me two coins of one sol and says:

Boy, go and buy me every newspaper you can find.

Two soles.

'El Comercio' alone cost two fifty.

Incredible.

Minister of Finance...

He didn't have a clue about Peru's economy.

So what could we expect from him?

Nothing. And that's exactly what we got.

It was a disastrous government.

There was rampant inflation.

But I might add...

...that some people actually benefited from the situation.

The speculators.

The people had no idea how badly they were deceived.

But the authorities, the ministers, everybody working for the government...

... all knew that devaluation was coming.

People were on the phone all the time.

At the bar? - Yes.

‘Make sure your finances are secure, devaluation is on its way.'

‘Take your money out of the bank, make sure it's safe...

Who took their money out? Those who knew in time.

And the people didn't have a clue.

It was again the people who really suffered.

While those in the know became even richer.

When you work behind a bar...

...you see and hear things...

...but you also feel powerless because there's nothing you can do.

It's like being a confessor, you have to remain silent.

It's part of our profession, a bartender's ethics.

To tell you the truth, I only dare tell these stories today...

... because I'm reaching the end of my career.

One second, the phone... - Maybe it's the president.

I swear in the name of God and the Holy Apostles...

... to faithfully uphold the office of President of the Republic...

...which the nation has entrusted to me.

This company was founded by my grandfather.

Jorge H. Grados, the business carries his name.

That was in the forties.

It's one of the last old stores in this area...

...that has survived.

Look, this is my grandfather.

In his younger days.

With a presidential sash he made himself.

This President commissioned my grandfather to make him a sash.

A delegation from the Palace came here.

They told him when it had to be ready.

They came to pick it up...

...but after a few hours they returned...

...and took my granddad away, without any explanation.

They took him to the Palace? - Exactly.

Now these were turbulent times...

...and as they didn't say anything, it was like being kidnapped.

When they were inside the Palace, they said...

...he'd done a bad job on the sash.

On purpose. He had to belong to the opposition.

But he didn't belong to the opposition.

At that time the left-wing opposition was repressed...

...and they accused him of being a member.

‘Why do you think that?', he asked.

So they fetched the sash and showed him.

"You made it wrong on purpose.'

‘What do you mean?'

‘Look how you made the sash.'

One of them put on the sash to show him.

‘Look! The sash is inside out!'

It should be like this, with the emblem showing.

Now you can't see it. You did that on purpose."

My grandfather replied: No.

...you've put it on wrong!

The sash is worn from the left shoulder to the right hip.

So he turns it round...

...the way it should be...

...and shows them how it's meant to be worn.

Fujimori! Fujimori!

Do you remember...

You've made sashes for many democratically-elected presidents...

...and many dictators, haven't you?

Well, that's been the ongoing saga, ever since the Republic was founded.

The never-ending round...

...of presidents and dictatorial leaders.

In the 19th Century, we had military dictators who took power...

...who continually deposed each other through coups, one after the other.

There was even a time when there were 3 or 4 presidents at the same time.

At the same time? -Yes, incredible, isn't it?

A general declared himself president...

...then another general in a different part of the country rose in revolt...

...and also declared himself president.

The president in Lima went to that province to fend off the rebellion...

...leaving another official in charge...

...who, in turn, rose against the President. And that's how things continued.

At one point there wasn't even an army left to defend Lima.

Then the guerrillero Escobar arrived on the scene.

Who was he? - Escobar was a bandit.

In racial terms, he was a black guy.

Because Lima was left unprotected, he could just take over the entire Palace...

...without anybody doing anything, there were simply no troops.

So, he was president of Peru for an afternoon.

A bandit as president.

You might say that our presidents are still bandits.

Bandit is too good a word, really.

I won't speak badly of anyone, but some really were bandits.

national strike blame the government

Do a good job, lad...

...fonight I'm going dancing.

How many hours a day do you clean shoes?

I start at seven. -At seven in the morning?

When do you go to school?

At night.

From seven o'clock ...

.... till midnight.

MENU OF THE DAY - 5 SOLES ($1.75)

SOUP, MAIN COURSE, BREAD, SOFT DRINK

The main course is lamb with yuca or steamed fish.

You know, we don't just have terrorism in my country.

We also have many wonderful things, like literature.

There's the world-famous Vargas Llosa.

And poets like José Watanabe, who died recently.

I was reading a great poem of his. I'll read it to you.

The Pact

I do not know what the farmer had in mind,

but he gave me his chair and let me watch this impressive pact:

The nightjar

sits on the back of the bull, confident, for it knows

that from his haunches to his horns

runs an aggressive pulsation.

Yet with the nightjar on his back,

it seems as if the beast becomes calm, relaxes,

hears the soothing scratching of the bird's claws on his hide,

he feels the little tongue that licks the blood from his sores

and the open wing that sweeps away the dust

and the beak that, like a nurse with a delicate instrument, probes for

the larvae that torment him under the skin.

Thus the helpful bird collects its food.

This is the usual exchange,

but the nightjar gets more:

on the back of the bull it tastes

a deep, unexpected tenderness,

the paradox of the beast.

Don't worry.

Don't worry mum, it's only me.

Please come in.

Keep the dogs tied up. We have guests.

He guards the house. -Is it a special kind of dog?

Yes. - A Rottweiler.

Once they've got hold of you, they won't let go till you're dead.

A while ago I heard that one of these dogs had eaten his owner...

... because he was starving.

They're really good guard dogs.

And they're very loyal.

How long have you had him? - About...

Seven years? - No, more.

At least eight years.

How long have you lived here?

For about 24, no 22 years now.

22 years?

And in all those 22 years we couldn't...

Unfortunately we never had the financial means to...

Though my husband did have work from time to time...

...I was the real bread-winner...

...when he was out of a job again.

How long did you work at the hotel Bolivar?

From 1974 till 2003. Then they got rid of us.

That's a long time. Yes, it was.

One day we were called to a meeting...

...where we were told that the hotel was making a loss...

...and would be closed down.

From one day to the next they closed it. July 16, 2003 it was.

We stayed inside, all of us...

...for about 3 weeks.

Occupying the hotel? Yes.

That's when my husband left me.

He came to the hotel and said: Enough is enough.

Why don't you come home?

I told him that we were defending our rights.

How could I get on in life...

...if he couldn't even look after our home and our family?

After me and my son. - He had no work.

One son? -Yes, thank God we've got him.

Was he born out of love?

Yes, I wouldn't have had him otherwise.

I have some good memories of that time...

...when my son was born and we were all together.

But then, gradually, he grew more distant...

...mostly because of my work.

He was looking for a reason to leave.

‘Things can't go on like this. What's more important: me or your work?"

‘My work', I said.

‘That, at least, puts food on the table, something you can't.'

"I'm sorry. I loved you. Thank you for my son..."

for the child you've given me, our child...

"but it's over now.'

‘Get on with your life and I'll get on with mine..."

"I'll see how things work out, together with my mother and my child."

‘Okay, fine', he said.

If that's how you want it.'

As long as you're blessed with work...

... you can always have...

... as a human being, as a woman...

...a home of your own, however ramshackle it may be...

...at least it's yours.

But I can't complain...

The father of my son has gone...

... but still I'm happy with my mother. Thank you mum, for being here with me.

And my son, too. They make my life worthwhile.

So, now I live here.

I still have some debts...

...but we try to make ends meet, somehow.

You said just now that you're happy?

Yes, I'm very happy with my mother and my son.

That's not true. You know that when winter comes, we'll freeze to death.

So what? What's important is that we're together.

Being happy together, that's what it's all about.

First I'l do some cartwheels...

...and then you do your thing.

Then we change places, me here and you on that side.

Okay, good idea.

This is for the little boy.

Did you order a lemonade?

No, a Pisco Sour.

Are you ready to order?

How are you madam?

Are you ready for dessert?

Here you are...

Tell me, Mr Chavez...

...In the 28 years you've worked here...

...have you ever waited on any presidents or ministers?

Of course, that table over there...

.. that's where President Alan Garcia always sat.

When was that? - Between 1985-1990.

His favorite meal was Apanado.

What was he like? Was he a good person?

Yes, he was a nice guy.

He always left a big tip. I have good memories of him.

How do you react when someone treats you badly?

One thing about me is that I'm a good clown.

Treat me badly and I smile.

I quickly forget the problems. That's the only way to survive...

... the only way I can do my work.

Bon appetit, madam. -Thank you.

Ladies, follow me please...

Please sit down.

Thank you. Till the next time. - Thanks.

Miss Heddy, how are you? - Good afternoon.

That's my old car. A Datsun, from 1980.

It's for the business I'm setting up, selling fish.

It's a bit ramshackle right now, but I'm going to do it up.

Welcome to my modest home. Come in.

Hello dear.

Good afternoon.

Miss Heddy, my wife. -Nice to meet you.

Please, come in.

This is my humble home.

This is my kitchen.

Upstairs are the children's rooms and ours.

This is the living room.

Actually, it's also our bedroom. We still sleep in here.

That's our bed.

Please take a seat.

Thank you.

Senora, have you ever eaten at José Antonio's?

No. - Never?

No. - Not once in all these years?

No.

That's astonishing, don't you think?

No, I prepare the same food here at home.

The 'José Antonio' speciality, our best dish, is:

Apanado, it's breaded loin, served with...

..tacu-tacu, fried banana and egg. I make it at home.

You've made it for her? - Yes, here at home.

So, there's no need to go to ‘José Antonio'. Besides, it's expensive.

So she can see where you work. - But she's seen it.

But isn't it odd that you've never sat ata table...

That's true. - With the white napkins...

...and nice cutlery... - No, she never has.

I'd also feel a bit inhibited. It's my work.

Oh, I don't know...

I'll let you hear a beautiful song from my province.

It's called ‘Flowering broom'.

It brings back a lot of memories.

at the crossing called Five Corners

the special forces arrive from all sides

they're going to kill students Huantinos' in body and soul

yellow, like the sun

the flower of the broom

the blood of the people

has a rich perfume

it smells of jasmine, violets

geraniums and daisies

gun powder and dynamite

it smells of jasmine, violets, geraniums and daisies

gun powder and dynamite

damn it! gun powder and dynamite

This song brings back memories.

Unpleasant, sad memories.

When I hear it, it reminds me...

...of the period of terrorism in my province, Huanta.

I had a cousin, Maria. We called her Mariaco.

One night they got into my uncle's house...

...and cut her throat.

I had another cousin. The same thing.

They cut her throat too, and cut out her tongue.

And this song brings back all those memories.

I come from a small village.

It has a square with five corners. So the 'Sinchis' could easily enter.

But it could also have been the terrorists.

The 'Sinchis' were...? - The police.

Special forces.

When I got there, I asked what had happened.

‘The 'Compas' did it." - Who are they?

The terrorists.

So nobody really knows? - No.

They got into the house at night. At about two...

It's pitch dark in the mountains, with only some light in the villages.

The area is desolate, dark, it's the wilderness.

The houses are far apart. So who will save you late at night?

How high is it?

It must be about...

...2,800 metres high.

Between 2,800 and 3,000 metres high.

So nobody ever found out whether it was terrorists or the military who did it?

No, nobody knows.

the artists' union national strike!

It'll cost twelve soles.

The same as that one? -No, that's twenty soles.

I'll have to dye it.

Can't you give me a discount? - I'll do it for ten soles.

I'll give you eight. - No.

I'll have to clean it. There's mould on the leather.

It's very difficult to remove.

I'll do it for ten.

It'll be ready Saturday at noon.

SUITCASE CLINIC

I've been working...

...with leather since about 1965.

Around 1965 we started...

...a small leather workshop for bags.

We made suitcases, briefcases...

...fravelling bags...

At that time, banks and businesses...

...Used briefcases for documents or even cash...

...they needed to transport.

Nowadays there's nothing left to transport. - Nothing at all.

You're not far from the Palace, have any ministers come here?

Mostly congressmen. The presidents usually send a confidant.

They just say: That's for Alan Garcia, that one's Toledo's, this is Belalnde's.

‘Do a good job on Belainde's briefcase.'

It's the same with ministers. They don't come in person either.

Excuse me one second, please. I have a seam to do.

What would you say was the worst time you experienced?

The worst time you had?

For me the worst time was...

...was during the period of Alan Garcia.

That was an absolute low. - That was from 1985 to 1990?

That's right.

It was of course stupid of me...

...that I didn't see the hyperinflation coming.

That was my worst year ever.

My worst time.

I was almost destroyed financially thanks to Mr. Alan Garcia's government.

I won't forget him in a hurry.

You must have fond memories... - Sure.

I, Alan Garcia Pérez...

...swear in the name of God, and the Holy Apostles...

... in the name of the Peruvian people...

... to faithfully uphold the office of President of the Republic...

...which the nation has entrusted to me.

So you didn't vote for him this time? - No.

I spoiled my ballot paper.

You spoiled it? - Yes.

I didn't like the other guy either.

We would have ended up like Venezuela.

But did Garcia's inflation...

...affect you more than terrorism?

Yes...

A lot more.

The value of my capital was reduced by eighty percent.

I was able to survive.

But I was never able to refill those empty shelves.

Thank God...

...at least I still have my repairs.

My motto is:

We can fix anything. Nothing's impossible.

Everything can be repaired.

It gives me so much joy...

...when a broken item, that's been forgotten and abandoned...

...is brought in and I can make it as good as new again.

Do you have any good memories of the time...

...when everything fell apart?

Yes...

Yes, there are some.

The school of life...

...has tought me:

Hard times make you tough.

I may have had my back against the wall...

...both commercially and financially...

...but I never felt defeated.

With the little that I had left...

...I gradually got back on my feet again.

My children started to help me.

And... - Why did you almost cry?

Why did you almost start crying?

Well, because I... I'm a rather sentimental person.

When I think back and remember everything that's happened...

...or think about my childhood...

This nearly always happens...

...when I think back to those times...

Not out of sadness, but because it makes me happy...

...1o have lived through those moments...

...Io have survived them.

That's such a wonderful thing.

Milk churns for one sol. For four litres of milk!

They take four litres of milk. For just one soll

Buckets and jugs for only one soll

Only one sol for those huge ones!

Isn't it a beauty, ma'am? For 15 litres of water.

Needles and thread. A set for one sol.

Needles and thread. A set for one sol.

- Tellme...

How did you learn to sing so well?

What? - How did you learn to sing so well?

He listens to songs on the radio and learns them by heart.

So you sing songs you hear on the radio?

Yes. - Really?

Which song do you like singing best? - El Chicalén.

Can you sing it for me?

I'm just a country boy

I rise at the crack of dawn

to go out with my brothers

ay, ay, ay, something will happen

I don't know my mother's name

even the dogs don't bother to bark

ay, ay, ay, hope is my only game

Are all of you sisters?

Yes.

All three are my daughters.

There are five of them. Five brothers and sisters. Six...

One of my daughters died last month.

How did she die?

She was selling soup right here on this square...

...a car went through a red light.

She was in a vegetative state for ten months.

She suffered terribly.

I can't really put it into words.

Wherever I am, wherever I go...

...I'm always thinking about her. She was my buddy, my friend...

...my sister...

She meant everything to me.

And they were...

She often called this one her child.

From the moment she was born she looked after her.

She fed her and spent all the money she earned on her.

She never woke up again.

She never called me 'mama' again.

She called me "Fatty. ‘My fatty, my piggy".

She called you "Fatty? - Well that's what I am.

She was always teasing me.

She's gone now...

She's buried in the cemetery nearby.

We're still suffering.

Her sisters still think about her a lot. They miss her.

Especially the little one.

When we're here at night, she says: Look Mama, Katy's waving at us.

‘Bye Katy, see you tomorrow, she says when we go home.

So many memories...

It's very difficult, so difficult...

I always go with them when they leave the house.

We're always together, I'm always with them. They're all I have.

Unfortunately I also had an accident and have a bad leg because of it.

Maybe that's why they help me sometimes.

I worry that people look at us and think that I make them work.

But they don't have to do it.

They just play here and if they feel like it, they work.

They're very close.

You're always cuddling, aren't you?

Yes. They kiss, they hug and they play, all day long.

They run around like little birds, but I don't let them out of my sight.

Do you have dreams?

Yes. - What would you like to be?

An Olympica.

An Olympic artist - a gymnast.

I'm so heartbroken I don't know what to do

and I'm crying for soon you'll be gone

listen to what I have to say

and then I'll be all ears

this sweet and divine summer is leaving

the summer says farewell leaving us with stormy weather

because by the end of summer you'll be gone too

disappearing into the distance

have I told you

that I always feel close fo you, even when you're far away?

I feel your hands holding mine

while I whisper all my secrets from the bottom of my heart

but it's just a dream

I can only reach you by singing this song

so that whenever you hear it you'll emember our great love

love so pure true love without fear

Barbie dresses, ladies and gentlemen.

Barbie dresses.

What's your name?

Henry.

How old are you? Ten? - I'm fourteen.

Where are you from?

From Piura.

Piura. How many hours is that from here?

A fifteen hour trip? -I guess so.

That's up north, isn't it? - Yes, up north.

And your family? - They live in Piura.

Who do you live with? - With my uncles.

They live here?

Do you go to school? - No.

You can't go?

Because you have to work?

Do you have any nice memories?

No.

None at all? - None.

Any bad memories? - Bad memories...

Neither.

Any dreams?

Dreams? I hardly ever dream.

So no dreams? - No.

Frogs live in ice-cold water.

They live in icy water.

Their skin is thinner than ours.

They can survive in very high temperatures.

It's saying hello. Say 'hi'. - It's greeting us.

Isn't that nice?

Frogs always have very long legs.

How can I help you? - A frog please.

What for? - My memory.

Give me a good one.

I'm so forgetful.

All done.

There it goes.

Frog juice is very good for the memory.

Especially for presidents who suffer from loss of memory...

...and always forget about the poor...

... who have nothing, who are always hungry.

They should all come here. -Yes, they should queue up...

...with their ministers.

With their wives.

Their wives. - And their kids... The whole lot.

The army should try it too.

It's basically good for everyone...

It's good for your memory, for your brain.

For those crazy soldiers who go around killing people...

...and forget that they also have a family...

...that they have children too...

We call this stuff maca.

It gives you mental power. Makes you strong.

What's it called? - Maca.

It comes from Peru.

Peru is great.

My daughter drinks maca too.

Excuse me?

To help her study? - Yes, to improve her memory.

She's very forgetful.

Here you are.

Enjoy your drink. - No, it's mine.

You'll get a sip in a minute.

Look, he's giving you one too.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

Just another day in the life of a Peruvian.

I, Alberto Fujimori...

...swear in the name of God and the Holy Apostles...

...fo faithfully uphold the office of President of the Republic...

...which the nation has entrusted to me.

I swear in the name of our fellow countrymen and women...

...who gave their lives for a great, just and free nation.

I swear in the name of the children...

... the youth, who are the future promise of Peru.

I, Alberto Fujimori...

...swear in the name of God and Our Country...

...fo faithfully uphold the office of President of the Republic...

...which the nation has entrusted to me...

...for the term 2000-2005.

Would you like anything else, sir? - No, thank you.

It's like nothing ever happened.

They say that Shining Path is a thing of the past.

But they haven't stopped abusing their power...

...Mr. Fujimori, Mr. Toledo, former presidents...

...and our current President: Mr. Alan Garcia.

They haven't learned a thing.

Workers are fired and underpayed and they hardly have any rights.

It goes on and on. As if nothing ever happened.

This form of amnesia is detrimental to the future of Peru.

The future of Latin America.

Well...

I'm not sure whether to call it my own coup or sweet vengeance.

It was the opening of a big business fair.

And the President had been invited to perform the opening ceremony.

I was working behind the bar with my colleague Otazu.

A marine officer, especially assigned to serve the President.

So at some point I said: 'Otazu, what can we offer the President?'

‘Orange juice, that's the only thing he drinks.'

‘Bet I can make him drink something stronger?'

‘How will you manage to do that with his security guard right there?"

‘Simple. Those guys are always thirsty.'

I'd already put wodka in the orange juice.

‘Some juice, Sir?"

‘That tastes good.'

‘We'll be serving this to the President.' "Just perfect', says the guard.

Anyway... The ceremony was about to begin.

We prepared his ‘orange juice'. That same guard gave it to the President.

The President could hardly stand up straight.

That's how he officially opened Peru's first Agricultural Fair.

He slipped and fell.

Of course, the newspapers printed photographs of the president on his knees.

Did he fall? - Yes, flat on his face.

That was my coup d'état.

My revenge.

On all those politicians...

Mr. Cerna, today you're celebrating that you've been married for 50 years.

And how many years have you been married to bar El Cordano?

In 1950 I started working at El Cordano.

And in 1957 I got married to her.

You've been married longer to El Cordano? - Yes.

Yes, you could put it that way.

Sefiora, did you marry out of love? - Yes, we did.

You did?

Say that you're happy. - We were born in the same village.

That's why we understand each other.

You know what food he likes, what he's like...

That's right.

What's the best memory you have of your husband?

Let me tell you, madam:

He has never beaten me.

Not my children. Not me, ever.

That's why we're happy together.

He's not like other men. He takes responsibility.

He has taught us a lot about humility.

About sharing.

Daddy is adored by both sides of the family: Cerna and Villota.

He's taught us what being humble means, to share what you've got.

Dad is a wizard with money.

He can turn a single coin into three.

Even if he has nothing to offer, he'll always welcome his guests somehow.

Dad's very charming, people like him.

It hasn't only made him a lot of friends but also earned him a lot of tips.

With that money he's been able to help us get on in life.

Dad has dedicated his life to our future.

He even sent his last two children to private universities.

Thanks to his sacrifice, we're all well-educated.

Please rise.

Take each other's right hand.

Mr Luis Cerna Gonzalez...

...do you take your wife Maria Villota Vazquez de Cerna...

...as you did fifty years ago...

...and promise to cherish her in sickness and in health...

for better and for worse...

...and to love and respect her for the rest of your life?

I do, Father.

Mrs Maria Villota Vazquez de Cerna...

...do you promise, after 50 years of marriage...