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� WAIT HARD FOR ME �

Year of the Liberator General San Mart�n.

Buenos Aires,

huge capital of a country,

which has more than 15 million

inhabitants.

Paid in Palermo

the record price for an Aberdeen Angus bull,

$ 205,000 local currency.

The Argentine national basketball team

with the brilliant performance of Forlon

and Ricardo Gonz�lez

win the world championship for the first time

at Luna Park in Buenos Aires.

I am 41 years old.

In 1950 I was in fourth grade.

Per�n declared that year as the year of the Liberator General San Mart�n.

The many celebrations culminated in the impressive parade

on August 17.

I heard the grownups talk about things that did not interest me:

that Balb�n was sentenced to five years in prison,

that Hugo del Carril filmed "Blood grooves",

that Torre Nilson made his first film, aided by his father, Torres R�os,

"Oribe's Crime",

and everyone sang "The Last Organ" by H�mero Manzi.

Racing won the soccer championship,

and those who were not Racing fans, named it Sports Cereijo,

because the Finance Minister was their number one fan.

At home we talked about the Korean War.

But then, at age 11,

I had no choice but to study the student handbook

on the oilcloth of the kitchen,

while mom was preparing the milk.

I looked at the radio waiting the time to hear Tarz�n.

I'll always remember that hour.

Even after 30 years

at six o'clock I'm Tarz�n.

You are very thin, Juancito.

I already spoke with Dad.

You're going to go to the summer camp.

A little fresh air won't hurt so bad,

I told you that you're rare, very delicate.

I do not like Oporto wine.

Oh, you do not like?

This is a luxury.

Think of the poor orphans who have nothing to eat.

Without going any further, think of poor Aunt Berta, eh?

Think of those brothers, who had nothing to put in their mouths.

They put them in the oven.

Did the Nazis put them raw in the oven?

Alive, not raw.

What happens is that in this country, everything is easy.

The only ones that have to work here is us, women.

Poor Aunt Berta running from one place to another,

and Uncle Miguel reading "Vanguard".

Uncle Miguel is a revolutionary.

He, a revolutionary?! ---

A Don Quixote, that's what it is.

Your uncle and your father, ha!

First is the family, first and foremost.

Look at poor Aunt Berta

married to such a man, hiding from time to time,

and why?

because he is a fool.

Your father, he should rather keep doing what I say, eh?,

because at this point

if not for my advice, I assure you that Uncle Miguel

would have already bankrupted the shop.

On Sunday I'll give you a enema.

No, no enema!

Enema, enema...

Hello, my little girl.

How are you, my love, fine?

Well, go change your dress and come drink some milk.

And to listen to Tarz�n.

Is that how you treat your sister?

She is an apple-polisher.

Well, now drink your milk.

But, Mom, it's late, come on, ma...

I said no. Until you finish your homework, no.

I'm finished.

Bullshit, Mom, he did not finish anything.

And how do you know? It's perfect, it's...

Let's see, let me see.

And this you call the map of Argentina?

Looks like a carrot.

It's perfect, it is.

Come on, ma!

Well, OK, but when it's over you go back to your homework.

And you do that map over again, eh?

"Tofi, the ideal food for young and old,

"presents...

"Tarz�n,

"king of the jungle."

When they made the fire of St. Peter and St. Paul,

every neighbor gave something to burn.

That year we made it at the engineer Ambrosio's construction site.

It had a shelter where the rain could not get in.

The old men were herdsmen,

now they have a small field,

it is theirs, and thanks to whom?

Wait a minute, Miguel,

you would not say it was because of that man, right?

Yes, sir, because of the General.

Do you know what Tucum�n was like before Per�n?

The working class must be self-sufficient.

Raise a little bit there.

What are you doing?

Come on, boy, come and help!

Go, Juancito.

It is very nice.

They captured the solitary thief that used to fling pepper

into the eyes of his persecutors

and using the extra time, he fled on a bicycle.

To us, day laborers

they paid with vouchers, we never saw a peso,

if the grocery had the same owners!

The working class must be independent

and should not be subject to demagoguery of dictators.

Were you ever in a mill?

The vouchers you had to change in their grocery,

they paid us with herb, sugar,

for a pair of sandals they charged us five pesos,

Who would protest? Who, Don Miguel?

How are you, guys?

In just one day we spent everything we earned in a month.

We now have the day-worker law.

Buenos Aires, urgent:

the tyrant of Argentina

preparing a series of...

Taking advantage of this event

will cast to the streets

his hordes of shirtless.

~ reported Radio Carve, ~ Did you hear that?

~ From the Oriental Republic of Uruguay. ~ Do you see what he's doing, the despot?

What will he do next?

You'd better not to talk,

dedicate yourself to the theater, you'll go far.

Class consciousness,

if workers do not unite

they're not going anywhere.

We must overthrow the tyrant.

Workers were never better off than now.

Ah, yes?

Oh really? And why did you ask me a salary rise, then?

What are you doing here?

Mama's looking for you like crazy.

And Margarita?

Uncle Miguel is here, too.

Never mind Uncle Miguel

Mom is looking for you.

And you?

Me what?

Were you looking for me, too?

No.

Then Mom speaks louder than you.

Why?

You're not like Uncle Miguel

the uncle is a revolutionary,

you never say anything.

Mom speaks louder than you.

Aunt Berta speaks louder than you!

Juancito...

Everybody speak louder than you!

Of everyone who lived through those years around my childhood,

Uncle Miguel was one of those who most stuck in my memory.

Every afternoon, at nap time,

I watched him without him noticing,

he didn't even notice the presence of customers.

The more shy ones, who couldn't get his attention,

would give up.

Good afternoon, Don Miguel.

Five boxes of three-inch headless nails.

Headless, what else?

Steel nails, two-inch, one box.

Two inches, two inches...

No more left.

What do we do?

Take three inches long.

I would, but we have to get what the engineer says.

The engineer, the engineer...

You have to decide, Deolindo!

You have to get a spine.

Do you think, Don Miguel?

Do I think so?

You have to command!

With the General commanding, it's enough.

You mean you always will be exploited?

Look, Don Miguel,

we are working people.

We are neither educated nor have read much,

We can not command,

to command you need to know how.

The General knows.

He knows how, and he defends us.

Hear me, boys,

Do not realize that this way you're not going anywhere?

You have to command yourselves!

But Don Miguel,

tell me where the workers command themselves!

Look.

Read,

what does this say?

Statement of Principles.

Juan B. Justo.

And that, who is?

That one? Is the founder of our party.

Read, read.

To replace the current capitalist system

with a society in which ownership of the means of production

be collective or social

in which each owns the product

of their work,

and the economic anarchy,

and mean selfishness of today,

follow instead a scientific organization

of the production

and high social morality.

I do not understand anything.

What do you not understand?

No, no, me neither.

Here, Don Miguel,

Don't take it wrong.

Don't be offended.

We are working people, Don Miguel,

Take the list.

Later I'll make the invoice.

Are you going to give it to the engineer, I say?

Yes, yes.

Come on, Carbone.

Such was life in those years,

when classes vanished in the last days of November,

when spring weather

encouraged us to live outside in the street.

But Mom's decision of send me to summer camp

was firm.

That Saturday, my registration had arrived

and the list of things to bring there.

Bread and circuses.

I was hoping for someone to say no,

that I did not have to go to the camp,

I did not want to part from Lalo, Barco, or Titina,

nor from the summer waiting for me on the hot pavement of the street.

Corporatist: bread and circuses

like the "Blackshirts".

Reactionaries!

Please, Miguel, don't start, will you?

I educate my children myself.

Juancito, you go to Don Natalio and buy a pair of white sneakers,

all white, got it?

Yes, Mom!

Want me to go with you?

No, Mom.

Money.

No, you do not need money,

You tell Don Natalio I'll drop by later and pay him.

I can 't.

And now?

Who knows what's happening now?

I know what happens:

he has a girlfriend.

Is Titina at home?

She's eating, but come, come in.

No, I'll wait for her here.

You can't stay on the street! Come on in.

How are you, Juancito?

Have a seat.

Come on.

Titina,

Juancito is there.

~ How are you? ~ Hello, how are you doing?

But give something to eat to this guy,

serve him something. Have you eaten?

Yes.

Should I give you some cream?

OK.

I want more!

Here, Juancito.

How are they at your home, Juancito?

Tell your uncle that on Monday,

I'll pass by the shop.

I brought you something.

It's a surprise

you have to open it yourself.

"I'm in love with you."

Like it?

Look!

It is divine!

Like it?

It's great!

It's for you.

"In the new Argentina the only privileged are the children..."

Dress your ranks.

Hey, you, kid, with your right arm.

With the right one, you idiot!

Go to the bitch that bore you, moron!

Don't badmouth my mother!

What's wrong?

Beat goes, beat comes...

boys do entertain...

Stop singing!

Split them up!

Come over here!

Fall in!

Two rows, now!

Good.

Did you see what happened?

Let that not happen again!

Forward --- march.

You're brave, you?

So you're brave?

He started it!

We keep no stupids here, eh?

We keep no cheaters here, eh?

Got it?

Two Argentine children

should be brothers.

They should not fight.

Did you see what the entry poster says?

Yes, ma'am.

So now you will shake hands,

and will promise not to fight.

No, stupid!

Not with that finger, with this one!

Give me your hand.

These two stay very quiet,

and you do so with the little finger

and the girl stays very quiet,

like a spider.

And then, you fuck her.

What if she doesn't want to?

They all want to,

your mom, too.

They all like it,

and the older they are,

the more they crave young teens.

If I have fucked old women!

Brat,

why don't you go touch your mom's tit, eh?

Guys, guys!

Quiet, quiet!

At five o'clock the camp ended

and we went home.

I was the time I most waited for.

I never loved the neighborhood as well as at that time.

When Claudio Elizalde appeared,

Ramon Querejeta his stage name,

everything changed.

Women longed for him,

and when he went to the dry cleaners, Juanita Yamamoto,

the abandoned woman, bent over backwards to help him.

What do you say, my dear?

How much is it, my dear?

It was one of the few times we saw Martita's mother smiling.

Thanks, my dear.

As the General says,

for a Peronist

there is nothing better than another Peronist.

Chao, friend.

I was first, lady.

At that time we did not do anything but play ball.

We played in summer, in the evening after dinner,

in the hours we should be doing homework.

We played when we did errands,

we played after listening to Tarz�n,

and always, without notice,

we were in the street to play ball.

Barco had a number five string ball,

that Don Carlos had given him for his birthday.

Don Miguel, Don Miguel, the ball!

Shoot, uncle!

Whenever Uncle Miguel touched the ball was a party.

Come on, man, give it to me here!

he forgot politics and looked like a boy.

Everyone envied him.

He was a juggler.

Not even Labruna!

Great, Don Miguel, what a talent!

Great, Don Miguel, such ability!

Pass it on, Uncle, I am ready.

Play it.

More, more, great!

To the goal!

Miguel!

People.

And how do you know which ones are whores?

You have to check out the stockings,

which wear twisted seam, they are super whores.

You always look at her legs.

And those who don't wear stockings?

Look, those without stockings, look for hair.

Those without hair are quite fucking as well.

Your got a boner?

Clown!

How could you do that?

The party's over!

To the shower, everybody!

Get up!

Leave him!

Leave him!

Your problem is you can't get it up.

And you, yours erects?

Sure, look!

And mine is much bigger, not like yours!

I bet yours doesn't erect!

Check it out, and what it's this, nothing?!

Mine erects, too.

I bet yours doesn't erects!

Ah, no? Look!

Mine erects too!

Hey guys, he had it cut!

Julio's cut!

Ah...very well done, the self-polluters, eh?

This is how self-polluters like it, eh?

No, higher, Marcial.

Get it higher, or it doesn't flow down!

Aunt Berta...

Still, Juancito, soon it'll be over.

No, Martial, I can't do it like that.

Berta, you come on over here.

Enema, enema...

Good, that's it.

Let that stupid brat to shut up, tell her to shut up, Dad!

Stop, Margarita!

Courage, Juancito.

You have to be a man.

Men hold up, you know?

Ay!

It's not that he's gone,

nor that he's left Juanita,

but the abandoned woman's brothers threw him out.

The armhole seems to pull a bit, eh?

Yes.

One night they caught the Japanese

and they said they would kill him.

But it doesn't hang down very well, does it?

It seems they tortured him with judo blows.

But Tita, how can you say that?

With the Japanese you never know.

Didn't you see how they exploited the poor Juanita?

Turn around a little.

What do you think?

This does not...

Yes, later I'll do a tack, don't worry.

Religion is the opium of the people.

L.R.A., the state radio,

and national broadcasting network

present a speech by His Excellency, the President of the Nation

General Juan Per�n.

Compatriots:

in this new Christmas Eve

nothing can be more pleasing to my mind

than to get in touch with all the...

Bravo, fellow!

The conspiracy has always been...

Gentlemen,

either the radio stays off

or I leave with my children.

Stop your shit, buddy!

But, Monsieur Charles, it's Christmas!

There is a scene alike in Catullus.

You can feel it coming! {the revolution)}

You can feel it coming!

Il Duce would already have given us good purge of castor oil.

We have seen worse.

Dignity is not just a mood.

Well, bravo!

We are all brothers!

What's this?

The bourgeoisie never leaves his site without a fight.

You'll have to wait until we open in January.

Don Carlos,

Let me tell you something?

~ Wine! ~ Beer!

Vidi, Vinci!

Hurray for comrade Heladio Febre!

The workers' cook!

Good!

Cheers!

Can I ask you one thing, Don Carlos?

You'll not get angry?

Won't you let me turn the radio back on?

Surely he's done by now!

But, come on, Don Carlos!

All right.

All right, Don Carlos,

the despot is already done.

...fills all areas of the country

my biggest goal this hour

I can sum up by saying:

harmony among all Argentines,

and peace among all nations of the world.

This was the message from His Excellency, President of the Nation

General Juan Per�n.

Don Carlos,

the thing to do is to dethrone him.

I have the plans drawn.

I spoke to Balb�n.

30 colonels support me

and belong to the cause.

Juan Duarte,

we take him hostage,

disguised as the apostolic nuncio

and we use your doves, Don Carlos.

From your loft we send secret messages.

I need your support, Don Carlos!

Join us!

Calm, radicals.

No.

In this country nobody knows eating.

Garlic, garlic helter skelter.

What matters is the scent of garlic.

As Aristotle said:

virtue is in the middle.

I enter the stage

all dark.

Suddenly a window opens

and begins entering the light of dawn.

The director has an great illuminator.

I walk aside two steps and wait.

I await the music.

Do you know what music, my dear?

"Morning" by Grieg.

Do you know who plays it?

Alejandro Barletta, my dear!

Do you know what instrument he plays?

Bandoneon, dearest!

With bandoneon!

The director lowers music

then I go two steps forward,

turn to the right,

and start.

"Wait for me, and I will return,"

"But wait hard."

Can I have one?

I used up the matches,

ask Lalo!

"Sur, a warehouse light

"you'll never again see me like you saw me

"leaning against the window and waiting..." {"Sur" by Manzi}

Dear neighbors,

and now, Jean Romani

Paris Ambassador

will sing for you.

"The streets and suburban moons

"And your love in my window..."

Religion is the opium of the people.

Let's cheer

for peace.

Champagne is a wine

and can be drunk with meals.

"Carpe diem."

We must not miss the opportunity.

As we began 1951

radicals celebrated the release of Balb�n,

after a year in prison.

Railmen went on strike,

it was the greatest strike of that time.

Per�n ordered their military mobilization.

The government shut down and expropriated "The press",

which from that moment became an organ of the CGT.

At an impressive town-hall on "9 de Julio" avenue

the CGT claimed the ticket of Per�n - Eva Per�n

for the elections of that year.

It was August 22,

but Evita resigned her candidacy a few days after.

I could not celebrate my birthday.

That day they put down a military uprising

led by General Benjamin Menendez.

People took to the streets to support the government.

Television arrived in Argentina.

There was only one channel, which began broadcasting on October 17

from the Plaza de Mayo.

There were elections,

Mom also voted.

It was the first time women voted in Argentina.

Like Don Carlos and Don Natalio feared

the Peronist party drew more than 4.5 million votes,

and the radicals, half that.

We were happy about Juan Manuel Fangio

winning of world championship,

for the first time.

Claudio Elizalde told me about Lucas Demare who directed "Los isleros"

and on Yatasto that this year won the "Carlos Pellegrini".

What happened?

The regime, the tyrant.

But what nonsense!

Do not worry, madam,

they're going to release him soon.

It's only an investigation.

They took him away.

Who did they take?

Don Miguel, who else?

Why?

How should I know?

What happened?

They took Miquelle.

Where did they took him, Grandpa?

He was taken prisoner.

Why?

His politics is going nowhere.

And you, Berta, you too have your part in this.

Yes, sir, for having consented.

Who could have imagined?

Of course, who?

Who? Me.

I could have imagined.

Did not I tell you, perhaps?

Did not I tell you, eh?

Did I not say that everything would end like this?

And you, Marcial...

Enough, woman!

Come on, what would you see!

But I swear by this!

She was great. Once I saw her in combination dress,

and then in panties and bra.

Great!

Shut up!

But, by the light that shines on me!

Hey, you, Juan, can you tell me something?

What color was the combination?

What color?

Blue.

Blue?

Where did you see blue combinations?

Come one, what would you know?

There are no blue combinations.

And there's no pink ones, perhaps?

Yes, there are pink ones. The other day I saw it on my sister.

And there's no blue ones, perhaps?

Yes, too.

Well, let's say it was blue, but as it was dark...

And if it was dark, how did you see?

Because Jean Romani lit her with a flashlight.

With a flashlight?

A flashlight, yes sir, chrome.

He bought at the hardware store, my dad sold it.

Hey, you, tell me, then what happened?

Well, then, Jean Romani illuminated her with a flashlight

and with the other hand put a disc in French.

And then the Italian woman pulled out the combination.

By above or below?

Stop, you, let him tell!

Above.

And all the hair got tangled.

And there, then, Jean Romani ran off with a French laugh.

And what was he laughing at?

How should I know?

But let him tell us, you idiot!

Come on, Come on, go on.

Well, then the Italian stayed in panties and bra.

What color?

But let him tell us, Lalo, please!

Do you see the little hairs?

Yes.

Don't lie!

You could see!

Then, Jean Romani, with the other hand, threw a bottle of champagne over her.

But it was not pernod?

Do not pay attention to him, go on.

Well, he threw champagne over her

and began to suck her all over.

But how?

With underwear on?

But listen, if on one hand was the champagne, and on the other hand he held the record,

with the other hand had a flashlight,

How many hands had the French?

But, he was fast, what you do you think?

Besides, I told you it was dark.

"For me, for you, to either..."

We, my friends, who have chosen this career,

sometimes happy, and sometimes bitter,

but then always beautiful,

we, friends, we actors,

For whom are actors

but for the people?

Of course, this intoxication of applause

which is the greatest reward we to which we aspire...

And you, what role do you act, a soldier?

No, soldier no,

I am the commander.

And what kind of commander you are

you paint guns?

Look, the truth is in the theater we do not have a coin,

thus, from the commander to soldier

we all do everything.

Hey, you, the cricket died!

Wow, what crap!

When I go to Tucum�n I will bring a Coyu.

Do not know how he sings the Coyu!

What prawns, mate!

Can I help?

Look, what a pretty gun!

It's shiny, eh?

And you don't know the bayonet...

It's the best.

Let it go!

Let it go!

We must exert influence, Don Marcial.

No, brethren, the despot can't be touched.

It is an outrage!

"Mutatis mutantis."

Health to the hooligans!

What's known about Miguel?

It is an outrage!

Vito with two.

Support, gentlemen,

influence has to be wielded.

I see the two.

Pigeons, friends.

Two to three.

We need your doves, Don Carlos.

Who is going to be suspicious of doves?

Nitroglycerin.

It comes in little capsules, strapped to the legs.

We do bomb the presidential palace with your pigeons.

Can you imagine the despot?

Calm, radicals, calm.

Three compete.

Yet the time has come.

Time for work!

In this country, we women are the only ones working.

But, madam, you need not have bothered.

Turkish coffee!

It reminds me of Mom.

- Good afternoon, ma'am. - How are you?

Don Marcial, the commissioner was inquiring,

I think they located him.

He appears to be in Devoto.

It's not a party, Clarita.

Look, Berta, the better dressed you go,

better.

Do not worry, Juancito.

You'll enter, but you'll get out.

What if you don't come out, Dad,

who gets you out?

You do not say anything, do you understand, Berta?

Yes, Clarita.

Whatever happens, don't cry.

Yes, Clarita.

You're a visitor,

visitors come in and go out.

Don't worry, Juancito.

Who's worried?

I'm just asking, that's all.

Hail, Caesar.

How are you, Mr. Cashew?

Don Pascual, you, too?

Peli Achilles companions

for friends, remember.

Health, fellows!

Good morning, comrades!

What a day, eh?

Today indeed is a Peronist day!

Homer, Iliad, chant 16.

Patroculos's feat.

Arab biscuits,

homemade, eh?

Pastries from Salta, made by Dona Luisa.

Where do we lay them, buddy?

Give them to me.

Come.

How many gifts!

We've gathered enough.

A domino set.

Thank you.

Dad, Dad, there he is!

Aunt Berta, there he is!

There's our uncle!

Jauregui, Juan Jos�.

Juancito!

How are you, nephew?

Well, Uncle.

You know we play football here?

When are you getting out, Uncle?

There are two goals and everything...

With a network of all regulations.

When are you getting out, uncle?!

From here you can't see the goal posts,

you have to see them!

I play left wing.

That big guy, with the scar,

he's the right wing.

When are you getting out, Uncle?

Look, I hold it, I stop it,

I make the pass, and I move off.

The fat one returns it to me reluctantly.

I get it down with my chest, dribbled past one, dribbled other...

When?!

The goalkeeper is very insensitive.

When, Uncle?!

Feint with the left, and pass the leg above it.

The stupid guy pulls to either side,

and I shoot it with the right leg!

Let's go!

Visitors!

Go!

Come on, kid.

Come, visitors, come on!

Juancito!

Juancito!

Hurry back.

Let me, Fabian, and don't punish me with your silence.

It is useless, Marta.

But why, Fabian?

Why?

Why, you ask?

Yes, why?

Do you know what a fire is, Marta?

Yes.

Do you know what a whirlwind is.

Yes.

Do you know what a storm is?

Yes!

That's this passion I feel, Marta.

Just like that...

Well then, why, Fabian?

Why?

You want me to tell you why?

Yes, Fabian, for heaven's sake, tell me!

Yes, for God's sake!

OK, Marta,

I'll tell you!

Lux, the toilet soap...

Ahhh!...But why do they always do the same thing?

Have they still not brought you the radio?

I think the electrician...

Come on, Clarita, you're not going to say...

I do not say anything, but

every time he goes to your home, the radio never gets repaired.

Well, Clarita, I will say that that man is nice.

And then?

I do not know what are you waiting for...

Well, Clarita, but one can't do it suddenly.

Tita, I'll say something.

A woman should not be alone, dear.

Agreed, but I am a widow, Clarita.

You are a woman, you have the right to rebuild your live.

Your boy is going to be much better if you are happy. Huh?

I guess you don't miss some fan, some sympathy...Huh?

Well, what is said seriously to get married, get married...

Look, being married is tricky.

You work all day.

Look at me, with the house, with my husband

with the kids...

But...

Sometimes I think: what am I missing?

And I feel like I'm

drowning here. See?

And I think that is the best thing that could have happened,

but does not resemble anything in the radio drama.

"Wait and I will return,

"But wait hard.

"Wait when sad rains arrive,

"And when the heat envelops us

"Do not stop waiting.

"Wait for me..."

Bravo, fellow, I like it!

No, please, don't invite yourself to help me with the packages.

No, of course not!

How are you, ma'am?

Well cared for by this fellow?

Do not you think that the fellow employee would have to help me with the packages?

Calm, fellow, peace!

Our time will come!

"The fallacious conspiracy"

Ay, if only Don Carlos would lend me the pigeons!

Look how things are, Don Marcial.

To think that he used to say to us we had to command!

Still, I just can't understand why they took him.

We should go and talk to the General.

Absolutely!

Here you are now, boys.

Fine, Don Marcial.

Thank you very much, Don Marcial.

You're welcome, guys.

See you later.

We would have to go and talk to the General.

Sure, yes.

Dear neighbors,

Merry Christmas.

Miquelle arrived!

We did it, they had to release us!

Miguel!

Brother!

Juancito! Where's Juancito?

Juancito!

Where is he? Where is he?

Palacios, who was my uncle's leader,

was detained two days later at the office of a commissioner.

Thus began 1952.

Since that year we stopped going to school on Saturdays.

We read "The reason of my life" as a required text.

They took me to see "The rivers are muddy", a film by Hugo del Carril.

We all suffered when the Chueco overturned in Monza and was in a cast for several months.

On June 4, Per�n began his second term.

Amazed, hearts in our mouths,

we admired German acrobats

as they performed their countless tricks along the obelisk.

"Mono" Gatica for the second time,

beat Olivieri in Luna Park.

An exhibitionist and bully,

had managed to divide the Argentine

into two camps:

those who loved him and those who hated him.

Who is it?

From the hardware store...

the ironing board.

Come in,

I was sleeping.

Sorry, I didn't know.

No, OK, OK.

Come in.

Come on, leave it in here.

Where do I put it?

Thank you.

Don't you want me to teach you how to put together?

Sure.

Do you have something to cut the thread?

Bichi!

Here.

Thank you.

Leave it there, I'll clean up later.

Give me the scissors, you can't do it that way.

Bichi!

It does not matter?

Leave it. I'll take care of it later.

Let's put it here.

It opens here.

Could it be the other side?

No, on this side, I'm sure.

I don't know what happens.

There.

Now.

This is to support the iron.

Here?

You have to sign the invoice.

I do not want it.

But tell me what's wrong with that suit? It's a very good material!

Dad told me you were going to buy me the long pants!

You're still too young to wear long pants!

Lalo already put them on, Marcos they'll buy them for next week,

the only one with this shit is me!

Shit? It's a fine material!

Dad told me you were going to buy me the long ones!

You're too young yet.

But Dad told me!

OK, OK!

Deal with your dad.

No, once again, boys, it is a Russian embrace, understand?

Trust us, buddy.

Go to Moscow, Leningrad will not surrender.

They wounded Father.

He is very bad.

Now, slowly, advance.

You leave the bag on the floor.

You go to your left

as if drawn by a divine light.

Now, words.

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

No, no, no!

Let's see if you get into situation.

You now enter and hug him.

What do you feel?

That I love her.

No, think of your family, your parents, they are waiting for you.

I can't.

I'm going.

I can't work like this.

But, dear, what's the matter?

What matters is that those blacks don't stop looking at me.

Behave, companion.

I can't work like this.

First, let's see,

what the male character feels, the female one does not.

I can't.

Not like that.

Why can't you?

They do nothing but stare at me.

What, what they do look at in you?

They look at me, they stare at my ass!

And we're dying of the cold.

We make drama as we can, you should understand.

Well, if we have no vocation, we have no more to say.

Do it alone, the drama.

We will never have a theatre!

No, stop, fellow, nobody leaves!

Just a moment ago we were getting excited together.

What is that, nothing?

When I left Tucum�n, I promised my mom I'd come back as an actor.

Almost two years I've put up with this!

And now that you look at her...What do you want them to look a with you in those pants?

Everything is going to go to hell?

And, well, then we must get the theatre.

What theatre or another?!

When the theater is carried inside you, you can rehearse anywhere.

Stop fucking around, dear!

Please.

As Romain Rolland has already said, the theater will be for the people or for nothing.

Tomorrow, you bring a skirt, and we can go on.

Trust us, comrade

go to Moscow, Leningrad will not surrender.

Hey, you, Tom�s, tell him I'm inviting them.

Ah, stranger!

You were wrong at the bar.

You have bohemian soul.

I can't help it, I like it, huh?

And you're always in the lyrics thing, you?

What can I do? Verses, verses...

With verses we don't fill our stomachs.

Of course, so you sell shoes.

So what? Someday I will own a shoe store in downtown.

You, and with what money?

Yes, my love, yes.

My wife!

Call firefighters, please, fast!

What are you doing, huh?

What's going on?

Rafetto's store is on fire.

Attention, attention.

The boy Juan Jos� Jauregui.

That's me!

Urgent, they're looking for you at home.

Dad died!

Dad!

Why?

My love!

This morning he told me he thought of buying you long pants.

He told you?

He thought he'd buy you a suit with two pairs of trousers.

He never said anything to me.

He wanted to give you a surprise.

Mom, what did she say?

Clarita knew nothing,

the only one who knew was me.

Uncle...

What?

You used to talk a lot with Dad?

More or less...

What did he used to talk about?

What can I say...

Business, politics...

He never talked to you about me?

You know, he didn't talk a lot.

But about me he never talked?

The theatre, friends,

the theatre, we got the theatre!

The theatre, finally we're going to be able to premiere!

What's going on?

We got the theatre, my friend, great!

The director is a genius, got the money!

We premiere, colleagues, we release, poor them!

We have to celebrate.

I am delighted, Claudio,

really.

The theatre is the Romain Rolland.

I need leather bag for taps.

There.

Do not touch anything there, eh?

This is a bit broken.

Don't you have another one in better condition?

Sir, look.

I'm looking.

Look, sir, you see?

This one has a smaller hole.

It doesn't matter, ma'am, it'll fit smoothly,

provided the stem gets in, then it'll be fine.

But if it doesn't fit, you have to throw it away.

What serious business!

In this country everyone gets wealth, and nobody throws away the wealthy.

Wouldn't you have another one, sir?

Here.

This one seems right.

Will that be all right, sir?

As good as the reaction.

What?

The reaction.

The forces of reaction.

The cattlecratics!

And that is how we eat?

How do you eat, you say?

With the surplus product stripped from the producing class.

Seraf�n!

Leave it alone, leave it, I say!

Leave him be, Madam, he is a future proletarian!

Forget that, pig...!

Proletarian?

Proletarian be your grandmother!

Eat, Seraf�n, eat now,

tomorrow you're going to be blown up.

Listen, sir, know that my children do not lack bread, they don't lack...!

Poor you, I've heard enough!

Bum, my children will not ever miss their bread, bum!

Go, go!

Bourgeois!

Dishonest, bum,

tell me what should I feed my children

what a shame, eh?

Reactionary!

But who really won?

Down with the capitalists in disguise!

Crazy!

Long live the organized proletariat!

~ Bum! ~ Bourgeois!

What's going on here, what happened?

Come on, gentlemen, pass by, walk.

Social Revolution!

Stop it, Don Miguel.

Hurray, Miguel!

Down with Per�n!

Apple-polisher!

Calm, Miguel, calm,

do not forget what country we are living in.

It is, fellow, is coming.

Look the people!

If you join, we overthrew him.

Calm, Don Natalio, calm.

Counterrevolutionary!

Enough, Don Miguel, please.

Do not force me, this can't be good.

I have my political ideas

but I am the authority.

Give way, gentlemen, come on, move.

It's OK, go, move along.

Come on, lady, move along.

This is a disaster! Help me guys, or everything falls down.

It all fell.

And now the prices, the only thing needed is an inspector showing up.

What did you think? You have to drive away the enemies of working class.

Is the fat woman an enemy of the working class?

Come on, Uncle!

But what, didn't you hear what she said?

What did she say, Uncle?

Well, what did she say?

What she said...

Uncle, she's a mean fat woman.

Is it always the same with you?

You're never going to change?

What change are you talking about?

I do not know, Uncle. It seemed to me to be ridiculous to see you fight the fat woman.

The defense of the principles, Juancito,

is one thing that should not be rejected.

I thought it was ridiculous!

And I was very sorry.

Lalo already put them on.

Forgive me, Clarita, but it is a shame.

For the neighbors, you know?

Neighbors, neighbors...

You're a little bourgeois.

The mourning is inside.

Oh, Miguel, you always getting politics into everything!

Politics has nothing to do with pain.

Barco already put them on,

he has a suit with two pairs of trousers,

and extra trousers.

You deal better with the pain if you don't talk.

Why, Clarita?

Because I don't say anything?

Because I don't talk about my brother?

Is that why?

And, Mommy, you're going to buy them to me?

LR1, radio El Mundo,

interrupted transmission

to connect its microphones

to Argentina broadcasting network.

Communications undersecretary of the presidency of the nation meets

the most painful duty of informing the people of the Republic

that at 20:25 pm

there passed away Mrs. Eva Per�n,

spiritual leader of the nation.

Should I go see who it is?

Who could it be?

Dad, it's Claudio,

he asks if you'll let him watch.

Let him in.

Finally, after many postponements

a Saturday night was set aside to debut "Wait."

The whole neighborhood, dressed for Christmas,

waiting, hoping, the triumph of Ram�n Querejeta,

aka Claudio Elizalde.

That night in the basement of Mitre Street

nobody was missing.

Now comes Claudio.

Quiet, please.

What a lack of culture!

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

Distinguished audience, we apologize for this technical problem.

A moment and...you guys, calm down,

it'll be as if nothing had happened.

Well...

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

Wait when the sad rains arrive and when the heat comes,

don't give up waiting for me.

Wait for me when no one else waits and yesterday has been forgotten.

Wait even when my letters from far away don't arrive anymore.

Wait for me when everyone is tired of waiting together.

Wait and I will return,

do not love, I pray, who repeats by heart

"it's already time to forget".

Even if the mother or the child might believe that I no longer exist.

Let the friends sitting by the fire get tired of waiting

and drink bitter wine in honor of my memory.

Wait for me, and with them

do not rush to drink.

Wait and I will return,

to deny death,

one who never waited for me may tell of me

"The poor guy got lucky."

They'll never understand

those who have never waited

as you have saved me from fire.

How I survived only you and I would know.

It is simply that you waited for me,

as nobody else has ever waited for me.

Claudio Lopez, great!

Ram�n, swell, great!

Comrade, swell, great!

Bravo, bravo!

Fellow Ram�n!

Bravo, citizen Ram�n!

I'm very moved.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Claudio,

you gave us goose bumps, great,

really good, a great performance.

Claudio, congratulations.

Sir, my congratulations.

When recalling this time

the affection of these people, their faces and smiles,

I feel the weight of these 30 years.

When I abandoned Tarz�n, defender of the weak and justice though he was,

to me, and many others,

it opened a wound that still festers.

All that was going on to us

buried the fervor, projects,

and so many hopes.

I am 41.

Over time I found out why Tarz�n wasn't enough

and then I lost my innocence.