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I congratulate you. Yes?

Why?

You can tell that you are following the treatment well.

Yes, you know that, Andreu. Like clockwork.

Every morning I take the pills at the same time.

The viral load has dropped. It is almost undetectable.

Taking. For two more months.

Keep taking care of yourself, you are on the right track.

A road without end.

Are you not happy?

Not.

Let's see, what you say is

fine, eh? But I have what I have.

Pol, you are getting used to a treatment that is not easy.

You have to continue like this and lead a normal life.

What is normal life?

I don't like the normal concept anymore, but

What do you mean by normal life?

Can I explain it to people?

Can I fuck in peace? Can I have a partner?

I do not know, I have a partner and I explain what happens to me.

So, take it easy. Many couples are living with HIV.

And if you are undetectable, you do not transmit

the virus, even if you fuck without a condom.

I know, but I'm going to have to have a hard time

telling the guy that I am cool that I have AIDS.

Because people understand that: AIDS.

I understand that it stresses you out, but you have two options:

build… or destroy.

Destroy. Damn, Andreu, you use a few words…

I am not your enemy.

If you want a relationship with someone you care

about…, you will have to explain it to them.

Normal life for me is living with fear.

It's here.

Hello!

I'll be leaving right away, okay?

Hey, hey, where were you going so early?

That you left at seven in the morning.

Do you come back and leave again?

I went to a friend's house to get some notes.

Sit down, man. Sit down and

eat a little, you have a bad face.

Well, it turns out I'm fine.

Well, at your age you have to fucking eat.

Is everything going well in college? Yes… They gave me the scholarship.

Great, congratulations. Wow, first news.

And since when do you know? Well, a few days ago.

If it shows.

He is depressed, if not, he would have

explained to me about the scholarship.

And how do I go to work knowing that Pol is sick?

I've been answering that question for days and

putting up with your fears. That I get it, huh?

But honestly, you're already wearing me out.

And what do i do?

Do I give you some time until you explain it to me?

No, you give yourself time until you understand.

After what became known about Michael Jackson

and his alleged relationship with minors,

Should we keep listening to his songs?

Not.

Let's see, pick up those little hands for me.

Light the torches of those of no to

Michael and go out to set fire to the myth.

Michael yes or Michael no?

Let's see, you, I see you with your hand very raised.

Why can't I dance the "moonwalk"

while vacuuming?

Voucher.

Because that guy was a degenerate and every

time you go to Spotify and listen to his music

you're approving of what he did. And his heirs earn dough.

- Yes that's how it is. - Yes ma'am.

- That's. - Very well said, yes.

Do you think it is fair to judge a

person's work based on his private life?

- Yes Yes of course.

- No. - But wait,

works of art have a reality

independent of the artist.

It's true. I think it is very radical to censor a

work of art because the artist's life is not exemplary.

-Surely there are many imperfect geniuses in history.

Caravaggio comes to mind.

He killed a person.

What do we do with his paintings? Do we destroy them?

Yes or no?

Ah, not now.

So, we are approving the murder.

I have it clear:

you have to separate the artist's work.

If Michael Jackson abused your son,

Would you also separate the artist's work?

Yes. Justice has to keep its distance from the

facts, otherwise we would all go to the stake.

-Is it okay for an abuser to continue making money with his art?

It's okay with me that he is tried and that he pays

I agree with you.

Let them judge people for

their actions and leave art alone.

Everyone dares to give morality lessons, hosts.

- Oops, that gets angry, that gets angry. - Of course I'm angry, Biel.

These cool mobiles that you have are surely

made in Chinese factories that exploit children.

The same big clothing brands, based in Thailand,

Cambodia, because it costs them four dollars.

They violate workers' rights, but, of course,

Who is willing to stop buying them?

Well, nobody. Everything is rotten.

I don't know anyone with clean hands.

-My grandmother.

But what do you know, Oti?

What if she was aroused when she was little, killing rabbits with stones?

-What a fabric.

What are you doing here? She was looking for you.

You work today? Um… No.

Come with me to the Ampurdán.

How?

But to what to the Ampurdán?

I have to go to my parents' house.

We would go back tomorrow. Really?

With your parents?

If we got to know each other a little better, okay, but…

But I don't know if it should be the other way around. And what would the natural order be?

You will not come as a boyfriend, we are not.

Not? Not.

I want you to meet Lucky and I was wondering if you wanted to come.

But… never mind, I'll tell Lucky you don't love him.

I have a meeting with the dean for the debate in the auditorium.

Ah.

And would it be until tomorrow?

Yes.

There are plenty of beds, don't worry.

No, if not for that, I don't know if…

If that is very normal. Normal?

I don't know, it depends. What is normal for you?

Alfonso,

I was planning to use this room to read.

I'll be done right away, ma'am.

Are you feeling better?

Yes Yes Yes Yes. It was only that night, yeah.

But what was she doing?

By weighing down the cushions so that the mark is not left.

From my ass. Whatever ass, ma'am.

It is always better to have the cushions well.

For when visitors come.

Do not worry about visits, I think there are more urgent things.

Agree.

I'll go ironing, there are accumulated things.

No, no, I already told Herminia to do it herself.

From now on, she will take care of it.

Excuse me, the iron was my

thing, you told me the first day.

How does not being able to

enter the ironing room taste so bad?

Let's be clear.

She says it because of the suit I tried on the other day.

Evidently.

Well, he had no intention of stealing it. Agree.

She played dress up.

Come on, finish quickly, I need the room.

But ma'am… Quick, please.

If I were Catalan, I would

vote in favor of independence.

- It is a complex problem. - From the outside it is not understood.

-Yeah, no, the same thing happens in the United States.

They all think we are sick in the head.

Oh yeah?

And here they do not realize that in the

old continent everyone deserves therapy.

Drop it, Arni, I'm not going to get an orgasm.

-As you like.

Not even one last time?

We tried.

-Not. Also, it is not okay to fuck a roommate.

-This will be in America, huh?

But here, in the old continent…

-Arni, please.

-It's a shame,

because I also have

hairs on the belly.

How is Pol not coming? An unforeseen event has arisen.

What a grin.

But it doesn't matter, because I know

by heart what we have talked about.

Now, you see how the plumbers in Gerona spend them, right?

- Good Morning. - Good Morning.

-Well, now I suppose you will explain us better

what maybe you will do about the debate, right?

-Well, maybe not, sure.

Uh… We have a lot of ideas.

-It reminds me of when I started.

She always went through the offices with fresh ideas.

Look, yeah… If you did the debate, it would

have to be something… Something dynamic, huh?

I don't want us to be the ridiculous lightning rod, huh?

-The debate will be fine, don't worry.

- Yes sure Yes. - If I don't doubt it, Octavi,

But, mind you, I had a great teacher who told me something very important.

To be successful you need three things:

talent,

responsibility and…

-Effort?

-Effort.

That's. Come on.

Sight. You like?

Have. Thanks.

Fuck, go home.

Hello!

Come.

They're not here?

- Stay still, damn it! - If they are.

- Hello! - Come on, damn it, dad.

- I want the sun to shine on me! - That you will catch cold.

-Leave it if you don't want to.

-Look, there it stays, huh?

- That, grandfather, stay in the shade. - Yes of course.

- Come. - And that dog?

- It's Lucky. They already gave it to me. - Oh, how nice.

- Let's see how long this one lasts. - Mommy…

-He doesn't say it for the dog.

-It's Pol.

Mariona, my mother, and Valentí, my grandfather.

- Hello, nice to meet you. - Come on here, come help me. Come.

- You wanted to come. - And you go see your father.

- Here, Grandpa, Lucky. - Oh yeah.

- Stay here. - How handsome.

Handsome puppy.

You never get tired of Bach, huh?

-Bach is not like the music of now,

That wears you out when you've heard it ten times.

- I heard voices. - Yes.

I have come with the greyhound and with a friend.

-Already?

-Yeah I know.

-The ceremony is tomorrow.

-I haven't skipped work if that's what you want to know.

I started at six in the morning so as not to lose hours.

-Already. At six in the morning I had breakfast

when I stayed all night working.

-Okay, dad, you more. You always more.

-Your mother has asked me for a conciliatory tone,

but I do not know.

- I know you don't like me, dad. - Axel.

Axel…,

what eggs you have.

-You want me to work like you and it can't be.

You're very good, no… I'm not up to par.

-If you loved the job…

-You don't have to be nice to me,

but will you be nice to my friend?

More?

Yes, of course, it has to be large to fit the root ball.

Sure.

You must be very fond of Axel for

him to invite you to a funeral ceremony.

How?

Ah, didn't he, he told you?

Who died? My mother would be 90 tomorrow.

We give you a tree. A sweetgum.

In winter she has lovely red leaves.

Very well. It was… Daniel's idea.

Daniel?

Yes, Axel's previous partner.

Come on, a little more.

-Pol! What!

Come!

-Give me, I'm done.

Axel, if you go out, don't come back late, Nando and Celia are coming for dinner!

-Voucher!

Here, take this.

You haven't told me about your grandmother's ceremony.

Already. I thought you might have a bad feeling and you wouldn't want to come.

You wanted me to come, huh?

I love that you are here.

And Daniel?

Damn, my mother. My mother, right? Yes Yes.

An ex-boyfriend. Already.

Don't you have ex-boyfriends? Not.

I have had less time. Oh man! You call me old.

You call me old. Thanks. Thanks.

Come on, let's go. Yeah yeah I guess.

What happens? You do not want? Yes, it goes.

If you don't want to, we leave the bikes. That I feel like it.

Lucky, there you stay, I'm going with your

owner, who doesn't even want to see you!

Come on.

I don't know what you do in Barcelona having this.

I don't want to live with the family.

I live with dad.

You will see in a few years.

Are you okay?

I haven't bathed in the sea for a long time.

What?

Not.

Man, really?

It's very cold, crazy.

In order to.

You like my body?

I take great care of myself.

You wouldn't say I'm sick.

Hey, Pol! Pol!

Are you okay!

Are you okay?

I have HIV.

I don't know why I'm explaining it to you.

Maybe because I like you and… you have to know.

Now you understand things.

Well, I don't understand anything.

I can't understand why it happened to me.

And do you see this body that attracts you, because I have seen how you look at me?

Well, I wish I didn't.

I would like to run away from me.

Change body, because I carry HIV with me.

And I take care of myself more than ever and eat and do

sports and the doctor tells me that everything is going well,

but I have to get used to the famous "normal life".

Which, in my case, is not to explain it, because

as I explain it, I will no longer be normal.

I'm sick of growing up on hosts, man.

I don't even remember my mother, damn it.

I've been losing people and, when this happened to me, I thought:

"Fuck, Pol, you too?"

Well it seems that no,

that you can live with this

and if you have someone to fuck with, better say it,

Which is what I want to do with you since we went after Lucky.

Sight,

greyhounds are melancholic, but

they quickly learn to be happy. You may be a bit of a greyhound.

Maybe yes.

With your family I promise to be more discreet.

As long as you don't tell my father that you can't stand classical music…

Alfonso, what is he doing?

Well clean, ma'am, clean. Don't you see it?

I told you not to go near the ironing room.

I know what he told me.

And since he doesn't want me to come near

In case I steal, then

I erase my tracks.

That I see you capable of calling the Mossos

and getting me in a brown. That you are scary.

How ugly. How ugly and offensive, really.

I have enough problems and

much more important so that above

I drop a complaint. I was not going to report him.

I know it was offensive

for you, because it was

the suit of her husband, rest in peace.

I simply opened the closet

and discovered Ali Baba's cave.

I couldn't even enjoy it,

because my pants were so tight.

Come on, stop it, Alfonso, stop it. She already is.

Look,

I notice

from the first day I have left in this house.

And for the record, I didn't ask

for a job, but Rai offered it to me.

If you feel uncomfortable with

me, I gather my things and leave.

What nonsense.

Go to the cellar and scratch the damp

spots, it has been pending for days.

Until tomorrow.

Mary.

Yes tell me.

Nothing that

It was about time you spoke to me after

showing up at my house the other day.

You remember, right? Yes. I don't even know what I told you.

Nonsense. No way.

Then…,

are you okay? Better.

Fortunately, I changed my sponsor.

Come on, see ya, huh?

Goodbye.

- Hey! - Health!

Are there no glasses at this university? Really?

Fuck with the public. This in private does not happen.

- It's cool when you get destructive. - No, it gets classist.

I'm trying to build a better fucking world.

-Guys, exam of History of Culture in two days.

- What? Study group? - Yes, for me "ok".

Have you left the world of chops?

No, man, seriously. I have to try to pass studying.

In other words, enough mobile phone to copy.

I will make elbows, I will study… I have it very clear.

- Very good, Oti. - This is the Socratic way,

but it doesn't suit you.

-Don't be a bastard, who then catches me insecurity.

-And… which way suits Oti the most?

The sophist way: copy without

remorse so that it does not pay to be fair.

If you behave fairly, you get fucked in the ass.

Sons of bitches triumph in the world.

You have to participate in the debate that we are mounting.

I'm going to get a glass and hope they don't give me fucking plastic.

It is also true that the uncle is more bitter than Batman.

- I love the parquet. - Me too.

-He is of origin.

It will be of origin, but it must be polished.

-Mom, don't start.

Laura, if we don't rent it, that's not why.

It's because the bathrooms are from the 80s and

1200 euros, frankly, it seems to me a robbery.

- It's Barcelona. - Well, as if it's Dubai.

Would you pay that for 70 meters badly distributed?

Hey?

Well, say hi to the owner for me. Go.

- Hello. - Gloria, beautiful, how are you?

- How are you? - Very well. And you? How's it going?

-Well, keeping watch, but you know how I am going.

-I introduce you to Alfonso.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Ok I'm leaving. Bye. - How? Won't you come, Gloria?

-Not. Nerd. Come with me, Alfonso.

Do you smoke? Nerd.

Smoking nurse. Let no one see me.

Let's see, Alfonso, Gloria told me that your son has HIV.

Well, of course, this issue looks terrible.

You want to know if he will die.

Well… said like this…

Do you know how many patients we have in this hospital being treated for HIV?

More than 3000.

Are they admitted?

Not.

They make their life.

Some in a better mood than others, yes,

but from what I know, your son is fine.

Yes, he is an optimistic guy, but, sure, he has what he has.

He has what he has, but, as

I told you, he can live with it.

Yes, now, but… But nothing, Alfonso.

You have to stop seeing him as sick.

Wait a minute, Celia.

Look you know I just don't understand you.

Do you have a problem with Mozart?

- Me? No. If he was a genius. - I want wine!

-No, dad, you won't have wine.

-The problem is that so much perfection takes away emotionality.

- It does not transfer. - Ah. Doesn't it transfer?

Damn, let's not even talk about diapers.

Don't you think the "Requiem" is emotional?

- Don't touch Mozart, Celia. - Oh, what are we talking about.

-Are you allowed to talk or can you not talk in this house?

- Everything except Bach. - He's untouchable.

- You shut up, you have no idea. - I'm thirsty! And not water.

-Let's see, the "Requiem" is emotional, I agree with that, but…

"The magic flute", for example. Hey?

It's just… fun.

-Cone. Have you heard? "Fun".

You just reduced one of the most

important operas in history to funny.

-Have you been flirting with hard drugs lately or what?

- You understand me, don't you, Aniol? - Pol. His name is Pol.

-Well, I'll call him Aniol.

- Voucher. - Do you like classical music?

- Tell him you love the Chaconne. - Hey, don't mess with the Chaconne.

-Joaquim, go…

- I want to die! - Don't laugh at the Chaconne.

- Come on, put it down, dad. - Stop saying you want to die.

"Damn, you're not listening to me!"

- Pol studies Philosophy. - Oh I love it.

Love it.

-Yes, of course, because Aristotle penetrates.

-There was a philosopher…

Eh… Don't say I made it up, huh?

That he predicted his death.

Now I don't remember what it's called.

One of the ancients.

-It will be Ca… to…

Democritus.

-That!

Did you put sauce on it?

-You have won the heart of the grandfather.

- You like? - Yes Yes.

"Is Daniel coming tomorrow or is he still ill?"

-No, of course he won't come.

- Dad, eat some. - I want wine, because tomorrow I'll cry.

-I haven't known anything about Daniel for a long time.

-Well, if you cry, nothing happens, dad.

-Of course not. That's why we do it, to cry to granny.

- Axel. Axel. - What? Let him drink.

He is sad for grandmother. Let him drink, he's grown up now.

-Yes, yes, I am older than a forest.

-Well.

Has your grandmother been dead long?

Hey…

Eight years.

Don't fuck around.

My grandfather doesn't want to bury the ashes.

Oysters

But what do you say, Axel? Yes.

He keeps his mouth shut. Yes, yes, yes, my grandmother.

Uncle!

Fuck…

And do you come here a lot with your flirts?

No, I don't bring my pickups.

I often came with my ex-boyfriend.

The one who is not well? Depression, yes.

They haven't cut themselves off talking about your ex in front of me.

I don't want to talk about him.

And how long were you together?

It's not that he wants to fuck, I don't want to pressure you.

Now, now. I already know it.

You… have nothing?

Do you get tested?

I do not have anything.

He told me that he spends the night

at the home of a friend's parents.

Did he take his pills?

Surely yes.

Tomorrow you have to go shopping, the fridge is almost empty.

I'll go, don't worry.

Good night.

Young people are supposed to

give them information about sex

and disease prevention.

Where did my Pol go?

What did he do? Who has happened to him?

It was good, right? The ceremony. Yes.

You have not wanted to land.

Well, you don't have to.

Is it because planting it was Daniel's idea?

What do you want to know? He.

It's not so weird that I ask

In your house it seems that they loved your ex very much.

I do not.

How long have you been wearing? Seven years.

And… did you live together?

Yes. And then he got a depression and I left him.

Do you want to make me feel bad like my parents?

Man, I'm very tactful with you, you won't complain.

Sorry, do I have to thank you for accepting me as I am?

Very well. Thank you Axel for being so understanding.

Not everyone would be, I would.

Things as they are.

But if you just said… You are very touchy, Pol.

Yes, yes, I know. Yes.

And it bothers you because sick people get on your nerves.

But what are you saying? Now are you going as a victim?

Let's see, don't you understand that what you did bothers me?

You had a boyfriend, you had a

busy life, he got sick and you left him.

You haven't lived as a couple, Pol.

Well don't talk, because you

have no idea what it means.

Anyway, Axel. Does not matter.

I'm fine with you, but I don't think I'm good for you.

Maybe you should find someone else.

And it won't cost you because you look great.

You will find one who not only

sucks you, but you can fuck.

And don't worry about me, I'll fuck someday.

Very well.

All right, baby.

I'll drop you off at the university, sure you have homework.

Do not bother.

- Dizziness again. - I thought I was dying.

- It's a horrible feeling. - No wonder.

But, girl, go to the doctor and have a good look at it.

- Have an operation. - Have an operation and goodbye.

-No, there is no cure.

From time to time it happens and that's it. Now it had been

more than a year, but luckily, Alfonso went down to the pharmacy

to buy me some pills.

- But what about the mutual? - Girl, you got it paid for.

The doctor goes to your house.

-Alfonso took care of me.

-Well, he understands too.

When you are alone, you will prefer the company

of someone you know rather than just any doctor.

-That man doesn't know about medicine and no matter how lonely you are…

-How do you like to tell me that I'm alone!

when it is you who come here

because you are more alone than one.

-Sorry, I'm very good with my Ferran.

-Oh yeah?

Did he spend the night with you in

the hospital when you had eye surgery?

And how is your sister?

Oh no, you are not talking about inheritance.

Doesn't that make you feel lonely?

No, it's about distrusting Alfonso, very good.

Well I'll tell you something: Alfonso gives you a thousand turns as a person.

-Descartes talks about a piece of wax

that has a size, a color and a

smell that are qualities that define it,

but when he brings the piece of wax to the

fire, all these qualities begin to disappear.

Would we go on saying that it is about wax?

If we understand wax from size, smell

and color, we would say no, it has changed.

But if we define it from the wax

itself, that is, from the substance,

then we would say that it is the same.

What Descartes tells us is that only with the understanding

can we grasp the essence and identity of things.

The senses deceive us.

What a mania with despising the senses, right?

There seems to be something moral or religious about the senses.

As if everything sensitive, what can be touched,

the flesh, gives pleasure and is related to sin.

Bye. So long, bye.

What?

Are you calmer?

Do I have to calm down? Go eggs, Pol.

Okay, you're right, I've gone over before

I'm in a moment

good and bad at the same time.

I'm at the university to get my degree.

It took me a long time to get here.

I want to finish Filo and focus on just one thing.

And I am not that thing. I am not in your plans.

Said like that it sounds fatal.

As you like.

But know that with me you will have a pending subject.

Your daughter is outside waiting for you. Ah, has she already arrived?

Yeah. She already told me you're a little fed up with her.

Did he tell you that? Yes.

She says it makes it difficult for you to look for a flat.

I guess living alone scares her.

Here, cheer up.

Enough of bananas, now touch clouds.

Thanks.

-What? Ready?

-Well I dont know the truth.

-How? Now you doubt?

-Good is that

I have been offered a postgraduate degree.

- Already. - And what do you want me to say…

-You don't want it to be known that you're in the union.

-Well, man, it's one thing to be from the union

- and another, to organize a strike. - Well, it's already a bit late, Silvia.

- Oh, well, I don't know. - I don't know, Octavi, let me think about it.

-I'm going.

Ah hey

How long do I have to buy candy from Bolaño?

- Likes? - Loves.

- And I think they calm her down a bit. - Well, don't miss them.

And thank you for doing me this favor.

There there. There there there.

She shoots, shoots, shoots…

Give it, give it, give it

-Forget about the copycat professor.

-Ah, now. No, but it's that she fucks me.

-I love your potato omelette, Biel.

-Thanks.

-And… do you know that you have very pretty eyes?

Oh yeah?

That's great. You are also beautiful.

When you took the mic at the party, do you remember?

- Do not remind me that. - No, what a shame.

- I loved. - No, shut up.

- Hush, hush, hush. - Hey, you have hair.

-Yes.

Yes.

- Already. Now, now, now, now. - Yes.

Yes Yes.

Biel is a roommate.

- Now, now! Already! - Oh, "yeah".

I look at you and it gives me a depression…

Here, surrounded by people who need scholarships.

I love when you split from the poor.

Can't you see the face of the rock?

Here, poorly lit, with a damp face,

feeding only on "vending" chocolates.

Would you like to study here?

What do you propose?

This is goddamn beer as hell.

How rich. What a great idea, Rai.

I still like Barcelona better from here.

Here we can study what you want.

Consider participating in the debate about love, seriously.

Love, she says.

I, who did not cry for my dog?

I am a materialistic entity, Oti. I am insensitive.

Is love innate or is it learned?

You are born with the ability to love. They haven't taught me much.

Love is

sacrifice,

dependency, go through the hoop,

lack of freedom,

disappoint the other person…

Can I repeat what you said?

And I'll say it's yours. Don't say it's his, copy him.

Like Octavi. We all do. Pay attention to Rai.

He steals, shoots

… have a good time.

Life is weird enough and dodgy enough.

Suffer for wanting and suffer

because you have what you want.

This phrase you do have to copy.

Yes, man, I'll copy this one for sure. She isn't mine either, guys.

I understand that it represents that

we have to be as happy as possible

and that you have to enjoy moments like this, but

the reality is different.

Life is much more difficult than getting a degree.