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Will I never be cured?

HIV cannot be cured, but you can live with it.

There are people who die. Listen to me…

No, I want to know how long I will hold on

putting pills… Can I talk?

You won't die of HIV if you take proper care of yourself.

And calm, soon you will start the treatment.

Why do I have this shit in me?

I don't know, me !, I always fuck with a condom.

It was only with that one, three or four times, I don't even remember.

It is already a bad host to catch AIDS…

You don't have AIDS. Oh no? And what do I have?

What is it? The hiv.

Say HIV, which is nicer, but it's AIDS.

You shouldn't talk to me like that.

I understand that you have come upset.

For that we are, we inform you and we accompany you.

AIDS is what you would end up developing if you didn't take medication.

Until when will I have to take medication?

Every day.

Forever.

And what do I do now?

Where I go?

It has been negative for me.

Have the results arrived? Yes all OK.

They have let me pass before.

They have seen my face from not having slept all night.

We are two now.

You could have passed it on to me, you know?

Luckily we fucked with a condom.

I always fuck with a condom…

Forever? What do you mean always, damn?

Are you perfect or what is it?

¡Étienne, joder!

OK OK.

How do you feel?

Well, if I'm okay. I feel fine.

Hey, don't let it be known, huh?

I don't want anyone to know this.

Valley, quiet. OK.

Have they told you when to start the medication?

I think that soon, they have told me that…, that they will call me.

I don't even know what the doctor told me, really.

Didn't you have an exam today?

I can't take an exam right now, man.

Pol, you have to go.

It is important to you.

We stop here.

Octavi is great. His classes are very interesting

and I'm extremely hooked on your newspaper articles.

I think he likes me.

-This is a famous junction of the Jewish quarter.

There are many Jewish vestiges, although they are not seen with the naked eye.

Do you know them?

-It sounds to me that in the door frames

the stone was sunk.

-Very good. They did it to hang a scroll with verses.

Now we will see some.

The laws of the Talmud dictate:

"The Jewish people are not subject to the 'mazal'".

Does anyone remember what 'mazal' is? It means…

a trickle from on high.

That's it! A drip that falls from on high.

A trickle that we cannot control.

Therefore, not being subject to the "mazal" means

that we have the freedom to change our luck

through our actions.

"Your destiny is your character," Heraclitus said.

Instead, let's remember the verses of the goliard monks:

"Fortune, like the moon you are changeable".

Fortune is as variable as the moon.

In this case, we would be subject to chance

of phenomena that we cannot control.

And I ask:

Faced with the contingencies of luck, how do we react?

Resignedly.

This is one possibility.

And another… to assume that a pigeon can shit us…

and hold on to what really depends on us.

Well… And that, even if things go wrong for you,

you can learn from adversity.

-Very good. And here is the big question:

Is it lucky to be unlucky?

No.

Yes, you have to paint them.

The medallions are well preserved.

I would not paint them.

I recommend that you keep… -No, stop making recommendations.

Your father said you had to go through the medallions.

I remind you that you included everything in the budget

that you sent to the Board of Trustees.

And I want the inscriptions to shine bright.

Above all, the motto of the university.

"Freedom…"

"Flooded". By…

"Freedom bathe all…" - "light".

"Luce".

"Freedom bathe the universal light", that means:

freedom fills everything with light.

Axel, when do you plan to finish?

When I finish!

You have to tie it short, but it is a crack.

I am more of role-playing games. Yes?

I always,

of construction games; always always always.

You are the typical guy who looks good to introduce to parents.

Yes Yes Yes. And we are getting married next month.

Okay, okay, wait, I'll tell you.

I need a favor. Favorazo.

Today my mother is coming. AHA.

And the favor?

Well that, that…, that you pretend to be my boyfriend in front of my mother.

I think it was a mistake.

Let's talk tomorrow. A hug. See you later.

Hello.

I have thought about how to encourage the students

to join the debating league.

Well… park it. -That?

That you leave it

Forget.

In the end, another student will take it.

You told me.

I have nothing to do with it. It comes from above.

A colleague of yours spoke with the rector

and you can see that you have convinced him.

Sorry.

Ah… Okay.

Would you rather not know who it is?

I understand you.

-Yes Yes Yes. It's from last year.

What do I know, I have no idea.

What about you? Where do you get? Hey?

Yesterday your father appeared and you left without saying anything.

Ah… Yes. I wanted to explain you better

about Minerva and Cosmo because I think…

There is nothing to explain. Minerva does not return

and you don't give a shit about your dog. Seriously?

Are you going from this stick?

Sorry, I'm very nervous. Yes, I can tell.

Don't worry, it's the last exam.

You are well?

My father has received a fine from the Treasury.

Don't fuck around. 7000 bucks have gotten him.

Host! He disappointed with crappy traps

and look for work like a kid. For his fucking bad head!

Fuck, I'm a huge Alfonso fan, man. Shut up and buy yourself three dogs.

I have always been a bit sorry for these goldfish.

So… oranges,

without ambition.

Pol Rubio.

That?

The "bridge".

The debating league depends on the dean,

but you went to speak directly to the rector.

I skipped you to the dean,

badly advised by a teacher who…

Look, I shouldn't say it, but that woman is not okay.

And he encouraged you to jump me with the pole of insolence.

Look, I didn't know anything.

No…

No, no, of course not,

nor did you know that at the beginning of the year

He resigned from being in charge of this activity.

And when you know it's up to me…

goes and cheers up playing dirty.

You are my student. How many years will you be here?

Four? I do not know.

Those who are dedicated to bridging do not exceed two.

What, aren't you going to talk to me all day?

Will you ask me for forgiveness for Saturday? No. And do you know why?

Because I said what I think. Well, you are rude.

And that you know that if I am with Vidal, it is my thing.

Confess. Would you like to have a finger up your ass?

Man, look who we got here, the dick artist.

Why have you used me?

You don't give a shit about debating league.

You just wanted to fuck Vidal and you screwed me.

Hey Kid,

Have you forgotten that you wanted to steal the project from your friend?

That has no level, you said!

"It's bad, I'm better"!

It is clear that while I fucked, you thrived.

Look, you already have a topic for your discussion.

What is more ethically reprehensible: fuck or thrive?

Give me the same.

There you stay, you and your debate.

Hello. Hi Axel. How's it going?

¡Eh, eh, eh!

How was the exam?

I hope it's not my fault, that I distracted you on Saturday.

Nerd. Well well.

I have met your friend Oti, the exam has gone very well.

He told me that you will have something later.

You're going to go, right? I suppose.

Well, we meet you and I before and we go together.

Or not, we'll see each other there, let's go…

You are well?

Yes, yes, very good.

Pol! Pol, Pol!

Eh!

That? How did the exam go?

Fatal. Well to me, perfect.

I am learning a lot in the "uni".

Biel, I can't… No, relax, it will be a moment.

I have learned that I am an idiot.

That I talk too much and that you are no longer my friend.

Leave it… first you do

as the League of Debate does not interest you,

and then you steal it from me. I spoke with Bolaño

and I quit the project. I have lasted a day.

You can keep it. I will not do anything,

I don't feel like doing anything. Oh no. Boy you will!

And you know what? I hope you suffer a lot.

Do not you understand. Everything costs me three times as much as you.

Loves, studies, everything!

I wasn't born with a flower on my ass!

Pol… Hi.

What are you doing here? Overtime or what?

No, I was coming to tell you that I quit my job.

Don't fuck with me. Cast?

Well, I have to focus on the race.

I have a lot of exams. Fuck.

I don't treat you so bad.

No, man, I can't combine it well with the "uni".

Well, you leave me with my ass in the air.

This week you have to come, until I find someone.

No, no, impossible, it can't be.

But… I know someone who…,

that could come… today. Whom? A friend?

Is not my father. Fuck…

That?

What I do, he could also do.

He has worked his whole life. No, no.

I prefer to give the business a youthful image.

You say it for yourself.

Come, lárgate.

But you would have to pay me what you owe me.

Host! Are you leaving suddenly and are you going to cost me money?

No, pay me for the hours I have worked.

You're an idiot.

Let's see if it's clear to you: not to your father and not to the pasta.

Old men don't work in my parking lot.

Is this necessary?

Yes, man, you are very posh. Don't sneak in like a flute.

If my mother saw me, I would give her something.

Have. Take it like a joint.

And don't be so straight.

Take off this air of "posh". Not that way? The roll…

Yes. Oh, look… Take the mat and turn it over.

Oops… Okay, and I'm not saying anything, huh? Nothing.

No, you shut up. You leave me Not that way?

Yeah. Look, here it comes.

Oti.

¡Oti!

Who is that? -Ow mom. I have a life.

Have you abandoned Arnau for that hanging?

Mom, stop. It is not a hanged man.

His father is a psychiatrist.

We're fine, he's a good guy.

I will live with him. It has a lot of room.

What do you say?

No, pretty, no, how are you going to live with him? Where?

Well, in a house of some friends of his.

A squat house?

She's been busy for years, fuck the bank.

It is a house, well, cultural,

they do activities, they revitalize the neighborhood.

But what the hell of a mind do you have?

You don't go with lousy squats! -Well, Mom, what am I going to do?

If Dad throws me off the floor, well… I won't sleep in an ATM.

And in that house there is a shower. -Enough!

I'll take care of dad.

You will continue on the floor.

But to that stoner…

you can stop watching it. Is it clear?

Man, Octavi! How about the excursion?

Well.

Only motivated students have come.

Well look how good, better for you.

I'm going for water.

I don't say anything.

And pills too.

Maria, I don't want to cause trouble between you and Sílvia.

I am silent.

I write my articles, correct tests and leave.

I do not bother.

What the hell are you talking about?

Where do you think I'm going?

Hello, Sílvia.

Hello.

All this, the truth…,

I am very sorry. Me too.

That you left like this…,

arranging things that are not yours.

"Pa" mí.

Crazy to tie. Yes, yes, but I lent it to you.

Completely crazy. You don't know what a madman is.

Look, my Embutidos Marcelino pen.

If you want one like this,

Fuck a sausage commercial.

Hello. Hi, Pol.

I've never seen Etienne like this.

He looked like a madman.

What happened to you?

Let's see, you don't need a delivery man

too much experience, I say.

No I don't have a van

but, if necessary, I rent it and with what I get I pay the bill.

Hello?

Hello?

The mother who gave birth to you!

Hi, Alfonso.

Man, Rai. Pol is not there.

Sorry, I'll tell him you've come.

It can?

Well yes.

But I already told you that Pol is at the university.

Have you not seen each other? Can you invite me to something?

Hey… I don't get you.

If you buy me a beer, I'll toast your salvation.

Isn't the Treasury chasing you?

Pol told me.

Well, I offer you a job.

Make no mistake, the difference between…

an alcoholic in jail for drunk driving and I…

it's simply that they didn't catch me.

As strange as it may seem, deep down,

I can say that I was lucky.

- I, every day, I took the car without seeing absolutely nothing.

It hit all the curbs.

I don't even know how I got to work.

How long have you not been drinking?

Today three years ago.

I envy you girl I only carry…

two months and three weeks.

How do you feel, Maria?

Okay…

Here you come to tell the truth, right?

If not, damn the grace it would have to sit in a circle

to celebrate the sobriety of the world.

Why am I going to cheat on you?

I'd be so rested with four whiskeys.

Luckily, I have the support of my family.

It's very good. Yes.

The other day, my daughter welcomed me home

with a potato omelette.

And they also help me at work…

I'm really lucky.

Chess?

Yes, woman, I want to do a course.

Learn the shepherd's move…

Here, in the civic center, there is everything.

I'm very close at home, Gloria.

It's Pol.

Doesn't he say hello or "na"?

Thanks for helping me, son.

Rai is very weird, but, look, at least I'll get out of the well.

But what are you saying?

Your friend, who just came to offer me the job.

The Mexican, who has gone to his country for a while

and has offered it to me. The mother who bore him!

I told him about the fine, but nothing… Hey, hey.

Does Rai have a word or no word?

Are you going to pay me or not…?

Hey, where are you going? Don't even think about messing it up now.

Thanks to Rai I will continue on this floor. Yes.

Don't the fuck you pay for it?

And hit it! No. -No man!

He has pretended to be my flute-buck boyfriend

in front of my mother. Get to see me well

and I don't squat like a squat. Not with this face.

Well, it has crept in. My mother is an idiot. -Aunt! Don't talk about your mother like that.

It sure is Pol.

I don `t believe.

Étienne has left him. Host! Seriously?

Hello.

What the hell are you going from? As my father's savior?

I'm sick of you laughing at the poor!

I have not given him money.

I've only given him work. Nor is it a problem…

Do you want me to put salts in the bathtub?

-Shut up! What cut your grass?

Take the shit out of the toilet?

I hope you pay him a good dough,

because if you don't you will remember me all your fucking life.

Host, how good. We climb? Or do you and I better go…?

I go alone. Hey…

Set aside. What happen?

Move away, fuck! Calm.

Calm no. Impossible. Yes, take it easy.

We go where you want and talk. Are you an expert in life?

Because you are older and more mature than me?

I'm not going to waste a second with you.

Eh… ¡Eh!

You're an asshole! This is how you treat everyone?

Let me.

You go from being nice to being a jerk, right?

Do not leave me please.

What happened to you?

I would have been better off doing drugs.

Pol.

What are you doing? -Stop, stop, I know him.

Pol…

Enough. Don't do this to me, man.

Pol, hosta puta, basta.

No, don't do it to me, please.

Man, I can't go back. I can not do anything.

The same thing happened to me, no…

Pol…

It was time. He had been waiting for half an hour.

Excuse me Come on, come on, come in.

There is the package. It weighs a lot, huh?

Where has the truck parked?

Madam, I have come by subway and by bus.

And how will you get it to the auction house?

The Rai hasn't told me anything about any truck.

Rai? But who the hell are you?

Alfonso Rubio Escobar.

Rai told me to introduce myself here,

because of the vacancy that the Mexican has left.

The mother who bore him!

Don't tell me you don't know anything.

Your son told me… that you and I would work out the contract.

Contract?

I mean, they are going to give me an envelope. And how do I trust myself?

We'll see,

you, at your age,

Can you take care of seven rooms,

three rooms and a garden?

It is not that easy.

The person who did it is 30 years old and has a lot of energy.

I'll be up to the task, don't worry.

I'm going to give you the first task:

remind me to kill my son.

"Hi, Amy!". -"Hi, Arnau!".

What are you doing here? -Nothing, that Oti and I no longer go out.

"SW?". -Well, you know I'm hung

and he explained to me that the gabacho has gone away.

Ah… -Wow! It's super big.

Cool. I stay. -Arnau…?

What's up, Biel? What a crazy house, right?

Everybody gets off. Let's see how much we can endure.

Can we hold on?

If you like it, I'll take the Frenchman's room.

- Oti didn't tell you? - No.

No, but I don't want to get into your stuff, huh?

No, me neither. -Brilliant.

I'm going to call Oti, okay?

My God, a man at home.

Two, right? I also.

Eh… Vale.

Have you started today?

To keep my hands full, so I don't strangle you.

Mom, how exaggerated.

Henry leaves and you send me a weak and rickety old man!

Damn, it's new! Bah.

Buy yourself another, fool, or send the old man to buy it for you.

Did you want a 20-year-old boy?

You are idiot! Voucher!

He's Pol's father. There's confidence, mom.

What pisses me off is that you didn't tell me.

I have this childish touch, of giving surprises.

Yes.

Cosmo's death didn't… didn't affect me.

It is not mandatory to love dogs…

Not people.

You feel what you feel.

You know it better than I do.

When is Minerva coming back?

Yes.

Don't scold me, eh? No matter how godfather you are.

No. I told you…

I opened the bottle of whiskey, huh?

And I have sniffed it.

OK, what happened?

Is it forbidden to smell whiskey in Alcoholics Anonymous?

Look, I take another anxiolytic.

Fuck.

Well, if the psychiatrist does not raise the dose, I will upload it,

Take it for the ass! That same.

Come on, thank you.

Cone!

Are you going to tell me which sect you are in?

Was the cock you drew on the exam self-portrait?

Look, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but…

it is clear that it has nothing to do

with my intention of touching the dean's eggs.

I have not drunk.

Do you believe me? Yes.

I have quit alcohol.

But I still have the "ism",

the illness.

I've been drunk all day.

I don't even know why I came.

To negotiate the debating league.

I am not up for debate.

The ten commandments of philosophy are summarized in one:

you will not bore.

And what do we philosophers do?

Bored.

The debating league is boring.

You have to think of a debate that motivates.

"The banquet".

We could recreate "The Banquet" by Plato.

Do you like him, man without words?

Do me a favor.

Drink for me.

It feels?

Some calm.

Pol!

Hey, did the Rai tell you something?

What will you charge. Okay.

That's the weirdo's mansion.

Hey, what a face you have.

I'm very tired.

Well, we have a visitor.

Now? Host…

La Gloria has invited an exprofe. To who?

The one on Literature.

Do you remember the filling of the cannelloni?

Yes Yes.

Hello. -Well, Pol Rubio!

How's it going? Taking.

I haven't changed much, have I?

No, you are the same. Do you have dinner with us?

Yes. Good that you came.

If you. I like to meet Gloria. Already.

Hey, I was looking at the tourist floor…

That too. Here.

Fabric, right?

Yes, yes… Luckily, we slept on the other side.

How are you, Millán?

Well, look, I'm fine.

I've had a good few days.

Sometimes I get lost and others have to tell me.

But I remember certain things perfectly.

Like… the phrase I wrote on the board on the first day.

"Have no mercy."

Whenever I had new students, the class started like this:

"Have no mercy."

It's an imperative, huh?

How can we save your life?

Putting a comma.

No, eat, have mercy.

Sadness.

I have been tested for HIV and I am positive.

I'm freaked out.

I don't dare talk about it with anyone.

With nobody. Don't explain it to him, please.

Quiet.

I may not even remember tomorrow.

What did the doctor tell you?

That everything is fine, that I calm down and that…

And that I will have to take pills my whole life.

Well, take them.

Look, if I didn't medicate myself,

I would not remember the powder that I have thrown.

The year 1989, in Berlin,

with an amazing 30 year old blonde. I didn't believe it nor did I.

12 hours in a row locked in the room

it buzzes you buzz.

And her husband, like crazy, looking for her around the hotel.

The next night…

the wall fell.

We have to take care of ourselves, Pol Rubio.

I'm very happy to see you, Millán.