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My name is Julio Färber.

I would like to collect my passport. And for my mother and my daughter.

I wander around,

tired of endless wandering,

in the bitter heaviness my loneliness,

filled with longing, to arrive, somewhere

You know,

8th I have you searched for a lifetime

and on the go all my dreams destroyed

Left her behind at some intersection

I walked restlessly,

hoping to find you,

long ways,

I have conquered mile after mile

After a short rest in your arms

I will continue to wander if you want it that way,

on my path from yesterday

Thanks. Thank you.

Congratulations.

With this thunderous applause we thank our “Vecinos de Pompeya”

and especially our friend Jorge Galante,

which is now ours leaves glorious Argentina,

to taste the bitter caviar of exile

and unheard of triumphs with our tango

to celebrate on the old continent of Europe...

What is?

The rats are leaving the sinking ship.

No. The stupid stay on board and get drunk.

Then get away,

you third-rate ripper!

Quiet, Atilio.

Crap! Not again.

What a country.

What a country.

That's understandable, Atilio.

It's not that bad.

Do you know what that is? Treason.

Just leave like that. So please!

Guys, our fee today: a dozen empanadas.

Great.

Three empanadas for each.

Measured against nothing that's infinite.

El Polaco has to save, for the electricity bill.

Money is not important. We will all die.

I just don't get it.

Either we save ourselves together

or we will all perish.

Don't bother us, Atilio.

Yes for sure!

Have I ever let you down?

Give me another week.

Then I'll pay everything at once, I promise.

You're doing me a huge favor.

Promised.

OK?

Thank you. I have to go, the store is full.

Is good.

Thank you so much.

Julio, are you okay? - Fits.

And my delivery?

How am I supposed to pay you if you take my goods away from me?

I'm not Rockefeller. I also have to pay for my goods.

Nothing like that ever happened with your father.

Not with yours either.

Start it.

A symphony!

Turn off.

Why do you want to sell?

Well, "want"...

It breaks my heart.

Spain.

Italy.

Australia.

The people make the car first to get money when they run away.

This one didn't get far.

Brazil.

Just bring it over to me, before you go.

The plane tickets are already out. - Understood.

Welcome to a new German lesson!

Lesson 6.

How are you doing?

Very good.

Very good.

You can also answer: "I'm sad."

No, I'm doing great.

Or...

Holy shit!

Listen, you asshole...

Do you always run red lights? Or are you color blind?

Don't insult me, okay? You ran a red light, not me.

I'm not insulting you. You lie.

You lie!

All right, let's call the police now.

Wait a minute. Can't we sort this out between ourselves?

Okay, then give me your insurance details.

Good, no problem. - Fine.

Today, if possible.

Yes, sure. Even today.

Why don't you get your papers?

Phallocrat!

Nobody takes over in this country responsibility for something.

Don't worry. I repaired it in a few days.

So the engine is still good.

Was she at least well built?

What do I know, Tito? I didn't pay attention to it.

A serious mistake!

Tito!

That's still good too.

Can you give me her number?

If she just runs over red like that, then there's a lot going on...

Stop it now, Tito.

She just runs a red light and takes off.

Is this a reputable company?

Of course we are serious.

One second.

Martha?

Is car 19 on the way? - Yes, the new one, Mariela.

Please radio them.

Car 19, please come.

Why so formal, you bitch?

I had a shitty day and besides, I have my period.

And you?

Car 19, this is Zicanelli.

Did you today? Some kind of accident?

No, negative.

What, negative? - Why?

A gentleman claims They would have run a red light

and damaged his vehicle.

Scrapped!

I didn't run a red light. That was the!

What? You ran a red light and then just ran away!

You lie! - No your'e lying...

Car 19, they're coming immediately to the headquarters. Understood?

Understood.

Leave your information there. All vehicles are insured with us.

Come with me.

Secure? - No worries.

You say that so simply.

Holy shit.

It wasn't so bad after all.

No, but the tango has singing.

So what?

Do you see a singer here?

...today's winning number the Quiniela is the 48th.

Such a crap.

“The Dead Man Who Speaks” again.

The 44? - No, the 44 is "The Prison".

"The Dead Man Who Speaks" is 48.

Are you playing again?

No, I'm pursuing this purely hypothetically.

For numerical interest.

Why don't we just leave it alone?

We have been earning for years nothing more with it.

Julito, this is about music!

It's not about money.

What about your principles?

You have to overcome difficulties.

If you had said to Beethoven:

"Ludwig, you already have eight composed symphonies,

why a ninth, What if you're stone deaf anyway?"

The ninth isn't that great either. And we are not Beethoven.

Difficulties are...

...Possibilities. I know, Atilio. - Exactly.

Then you are in serious trouble...

Possibilities.

This country is simply broken.

If this continues, I'll leave too.

Don't talk shit, Julito.

The problem is, that you think on too small a scale.

I recently read, that the entire Milky Way is destroyed.

It won't break. The universe is expanding.

Yes, it breaks.

Atilio, please go get on your students' nerves.

The whole universe is destroyed.

That's why I have two nights slept pretty badly.

You flow through me like my blood

I want at every moment, feverish and full of love,

Kiss your lips

I love you

and will love you forever

You're inside me

like a dagger in the flesh

And passionately burning, trembling with fear,

I want to die in your arms

That was the great Ricardo Tortorella

with his wonderful Version of "Pasional".

My God, what a voice.

"Pasional" was my parents' song.

Tortorella is already dead, right?

The 48th

"The dead man who speaks".

I look like shit! - To me you are beautiful.

How can I be so ugly? Become an actress?

Actress?

You wanted to become a veterinarian. - No, dad, actress.

Also good. You're pretty, that's okay too.

And you really think Are you feeling better?

Aunt Claudia's apartment is huge.

And Berlin is beautiful.

I can live from my music there and don't just get three empanadas.

And there is Hardly any raids and always electricity.

And dogs are allowed into the restaurant. - We don't have a dog.

Then we'll buy one. And we all go out to eat together.

Nice. But I'll stay here.

And why?

Therefore.

That is not an answer. Tell me why.

Because...

I met the love of my life.

The love of your life? - Yes, the love of my life.

Great. And at the age of 14!

I'm almost 15.

14, 15, you can't stay here alone. - I won't stay. I'm moving in with mom.

Paula...

Paul? - You are the worst father in the world!

You come with me and that's it!

Who's annoying now?

How do you know where I live? - From Martita at headquarters.

I can not help it, that you are so fucked up with love!

Am I interrupting?

Yes.

Two minutes... Mariela.

And you? -Julio.

So...

you still have coke on your nose.

What kind of deal?

So we...

leave it with the insurance,

and I will pay you directly for the repair.

Perfect. - In rates.

And how many installments?

20, 30 or something...

No, I'm going to Germany, I have to sell the car now.

No problem. You'll get the rest when you come back.

I'm not coming back. I emigrate.

Give me now please your insurance details.

Yes. But... it takes time for them to pay.

You need an appraisal,

then a certificate, Copies, certifications of copies...

This takes a while...

You don't have insurance, do you? - Of course I have one!

So... sort of.

So to say?

I was broke and Martita gave me got the policy from another taxi.

Then I styled it.

It turned out better than the original.

No insurance, no job.

I have a little son and...

I'm alone, I have to pay the rent and school supplies,

and now gifts from fucking Santa Claus.

Let's do this in installments, please.

If my boss finds out, I'm flying out.

And Martita too.

Oligarch!

"No time, a lot to do, appointments..." I cant hear it anymore!

Families are... - It pisses me off!

Always just excuses!

And tells his son, he has to come here immediately.

Senor Ricardo is five months behind schedule.

They'll throw him out soon!

Got it? - Yes.

This is all pointless. - The 48. I'm telling you.

Senor Ricardo!

Look who's there. Your friends from Rosario.

And, Ricardo? Are you happy?

How sweet!

Then I'll leave you alone now, so you can chat in peace.

Good, thanks.

Maestro Tortorella...

Maestro...

We can forget that...

The 48!

Come on. Do.

So... Maestro...

It is a great honor for us...

You here...

to get to know you personally.

My friends from Rosario...

I'm old, but I'm not a complete idiot.

What do you want?

I have no money.

No.

Tango is dead for me.

I'm too old.

Who else wants to hear me?

But Maestro... - No. I don't like it anymore.

If you change your mind, Ricardo...

We rehearse every Wednesday lunchtime in “Glorias”.

Got it, car 17.

Car 23, this is not your ride.

Sorry, Martita. Outside is a lot going on. Hello, my dear.

Did you have a nice day?

Have you painted? Show me.

What is?

Pablito, let's go.

What doesn't kill us makes us hard.

Don't get upset. - I should be Wonder Woman by now.

Is okay. Let's go.

Come.

Good day. - Good day.

Come on, my friend.

Excuse me.

I don't need your pity. - That's not pity.

I get along well on my own.

You just want to get laid anyway. - What? For God's sake, no!

Aha?

No. Not at all.

You wanted to somehow pay for the repairs.

Yes. In rates. - Yes, in installments.

But if I need a car, do you have to drive me. - Agreed.

I only ask half of you.

Now seriously? - Yes.

No humor?

Did they operate on it?

What is?

You're exaggerating.

What does he say?

That he is bored.

OK. Sorry.

I misunderstood you.

He said, you look like a good person.

I'm calling Horacio Marini. - No.

He doesn't sing, he whines.

And Carlos Morel?

Morel would never sing with us.

And the... - No, not him either.

Did you know that constantly countless parallel universes emerge,

with everything that can happen?

So there is also a universe, in which Carlos Morel sings with you.

Unfortunately, that's not where you are.

This is all pointless.

There is also a parallel universe, where everything makes sense.

Unfortunately you're not there either.

We're closed, Maestro.

I thought there was a rehearsal here today?

Do you want to rehearse or chat?

Sorry guys, sorry.

Please start again from the beginning. - Sure, Maestro, no problem.

Okay, here we go.

So from the beginning...

You wander around

and don't know anymore

which platform

leads you further

Alienated from all faith

do you want to cross seas?

and can't

The spider you saved

bit you - whatever, that's it!

And the man you helped he did bad things to you - what the hell!

And this whole carnival of life

tramples on the brotherly hand,

that God has given you

What alienation!

Even God is far away

Liar! Cheater!

Sonia, what's wrong? - Ask that bastard over there.

My love... - Screw “my love”! You gambler!

Carlos hasn't played for months. - Oh!

And then what happens? that from his pocket?

You swore a thousand times you don't play anymore.

Play Quiniela once, it's not that bad. - No.

Did you tell them that you were fired three months ago?

My love... Please don't go.

I will change, I promise.

No, no, I'm not going.

You go.

We go home.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't want you to worry

What alienation!

Even God is far away

You're crying inside

Everything is lies, everything is meanness!

Everything seems lost, They struck the Savior

Don't even trust your brother

Everyone clings to your cross

And in all your annoyance you succeed in the end

not even the last shot

And in all your annoyance you succeed in the end

not even the last shot

And that rubato when he sings:

"...which platform

you...

continues."

How he delays, plays with the tempo.

And this melancholy!

"You're wandering around..."

This fragility in the voice and at the same time this power.

A true artist!

Julito?

What is? Didn't you like it?

Of course I liked it. It was great.

Tortorella is amazing.

It's just... I wanted to...

have been saying something for a long time...

I want to start over somehow, Atilio.

Exactly! That's what it's all about!

Our future just getting started, Julito.

This is a new era for the "Vecinos",

a new era.

Looting in Buenos Aires.

Tense situation in many suburbs,

in Morón, San Miguel, José Leon Suárez,

Lanús and other districts.

The situation is tense.

The people have nothing to eat,

social tensions are increasing

in one of the worst economic crises of all time.

People are looking for something to eat and take what you find.

The violence continues and the police...

Do you want to live in a country like that?

The shopkeepers are afraid.

The country is experiencing difficult times

and the government provides no answers.

Hello. - Hello.

Did you sleep here?

No.

May I come in? - Yes, sure.

Paula said, you want to sell the store.

It's hard, isn't it?

Pretty messed up today.

Paula wants to stay here.

Oh what.

She's in love, Julio.

This will pass, as we know.

Julio...

She can live with me and come later if she wants.

Now suddenly are you interested in Paula?

How often do I have to see you? still ask for forgiveness?

The same thing over and over again?

Paula will soon be 15.

If you want to walk away, do so.

But you can't anymore decide about their lives.

Paula does what I say.

She's coming with me.

Like, “which Julio”?

Whom you wrecked the car.

Sorry...

For the last time, Paula, turn the music down!

Hello? So...

We have a performance tomorrow.

Tango.

I'll stay there! Basta!

One moment please.

Are you completely crazy now, Dad?

Sorry. Tomorrow at eight in front of the "Glorias"?

Shoot your horn in the ass, you wanker!

Is everything okay with the ladies?

Do you have yours? Driver's license also fake?

No why? - Only this way.

Everything is love...

The nightingale sings...

Bloody hell.

Sweetness,

I have a Renault Fuego Coupe

with electric exterior mirrors and 2,300 cubic meters.

Oh yes?

You could drive me into it.

I will think about it. - Hold on, Tito.

And stop it.

This will be a disaster. - No, Maestro, you will be great!

Welcome. Come in.

Great house, Jose.

You have to enjoy life.

You have to come more often!

I'll introduce you to someone.

I know him. - This is Senator Salinas, my boss.

The one with the bribery story in the Senate?

Do you believe everything that's in the newspaper?

I'll be right back.

For this corrupt one I don't play asshole.

It's just a job, Attilio.

This is a question of principles.

Stop it, Atilio.

Maestro Tortorella!

What an honour! - Thank you very much.

How did you do that, Jose? - This is my cousin, Julio.

I knew you'd be happy about that. -Ricardo!

I thought you were already dead.

Yes, but they exhumed me.

Where lies the reason for my desire, my faith?

Where is the reason for my restlessness?

Where, if not in your dreams, that encourage me so much?

Where, if not in the magic of your lips,

that give me the strength to fight for you?

Everything is love...

...the rose and me...

la la la la

I'm looking for love

Love!

The buyer viewed the store and buys it including furniture.

By signing this contract

will be the full purchase price due in cash and US dollars.

Still questions? - No.

Goodbye.

Hey, Julito, how are you?

It's all ok? - Yes. And you?

Above it.

I want to pay this in. - Wow!

Did you rob a bank? - Yes, but a small one.

Damn, my windshield wiper is gone!

On the passenger side you don't need it so urgently.

It's all over.

Come on, maestro.

I don't want anymore.

Let's get you straight away go to the crematorium?

Good this way.

And your son, Ricardo?

Doesn't matter that you were thrown out of the nursing home?

I saw him for the last time, when he was ten.

Were you an asshole? when you were famous, Maestro?

Yes.

Cautious.

That's okay.

Good. You have to move more.

Nice and slow.

You see, it works!

Great, it's not that difficult.

Hey, Tito.

You haven't done anything yet! - Relax yourself. I'm already there.

And the headlight?

I'm cleaning it right now. Was brutally dirty.

Sorry. - This way, Maestro.

It's really rubbish.

I had to Pablito Buy sneakers and stuff.

So here is...

more or less

the first installment.

Well, well... sort of.

Leave it, there's no rush.

Yes, you have to sell it. - It hasn't even started yet.

I'd rather you take it.

Yes, but... leave it. Another time.

Good. Thanks. - Please.

Clear.

No, everything is OK.

This is a bandoneon.

Look.

Pablo...

May I?

Close your eyes.

That's okay.

"The day you will love me" by Gardel and Le Pera.

Did you like it?

Your new kingdom, Maestro.

What do you say?

Only patience. We'll turn it into a palace in no time.

The path is always the same,

which the sun shines on and gilds

And I am, as if fate were prolonging it,

to torture me

The green ground, where the thistle grows,

touches the sky on the horizon, far away like my love

And sometimes I see a nest,

that nourishes my longing

You my life,

I love you even more from a distance

You my life,

think of my return

I know that gold

does not contain your kisses

And that's why I love you even more

Maestro? - No...

You my life,

I'm out of breath,

when the moment of happiness, to touch you,

gets closer

You are my life

I want you by my side

and thus drown my loneliness

And now they are slowly fading

the colors of my paths

The stars light up,

give the sky all its splendor

The lights are flashing brighter,

when the sun disappears

And of all these lights

You lit one

You my life,

I love you even more from a distance

You my life,

think of my return

I know that gold

does not contain your kisses

And that's why

I love you even more

You my life,

I'm out of breath,

when the moment of happiness, to touch you,

gets closer

You are my life

I want you by my side

and thus drown my loneliness

...the winning number National lottery is the 81...

Shit, the 81st.

81..."The Flowers"!

The flowers...

Hello?

For the kitchen

Let's tear out the walls here.

And what do we do with the shelves?

The shelves? We'll get rid of them. - Okay.

The rotisserie goes into the shop window.

Then the gas connection has to go there. And the counter here?

The counter...

Good luck in Germany. - Thank you.

She's horrible. Also gone. - Perfect.

How?

Why?

How come?

When?

Soon, boys.

Soon.

I recently read,

that the sun is getting brighter.

Like a light bulb, it flickers before it snaps.

From a cosmological perspective So it doesn't matter whether Julio stays or goes.

The thing with the sun, that it breaks,

Of course it's still stupid.

Without Julio we'll leave it alone.

You are a coward.

That's all.

Why do you have me? not just left alone?

What's up? - Nothing.

Like nothing"?

Nothing.

I'll come with you.

Great, Pauli!

Great decision, my sweet.

You will like Berlin.

This is a great city with great universities.

And you learn German,

this is an important language for your future.

How come? They win the next world war?

Paula...

What's up? Say.

He's an ass!

Who, dear? -David.

What did he do? - He met his ex.

She has tits like that. And I only have two mosquito bites!

He has no idea, David.

You are beautiful the way you are. - I don't want to be the way I am.

I want big tits too.

Come.

Come here, love.

This paneling is new, here is the bathroom...

Sorry, Julio.

Are we disturbing? - No, come in, Señor Rossetti.

I'm sorry you're leaving.

Will be difficult to find a tenant like you.

Comes.

I meant this room.

It's much more spacious than you think.

Just imagine it with beautiful furniture.

That's going to be great.

Very good.

Everything OK.

The rental period is two years.

The house is handed over empty,

swept clean,

as of December 31st.

Julio, I really envy you.

I would run away too if I could.

...withdrawing large sums of cash...

Our super minister!

The only capable guy In the government.

For ten years a peso was a dollar, no inflation for ten years.

He knows what he's doing.

We had to take action

to limit the Take cash withdrawals.

These are only up to a maximum

250 pesos per week

and 1,000 pesos per month possible.

Everyone go shit!

Fuck off!

You assholes!

give us our money back!

Señora, aren't you listening? This is a government decree!

The government sucks! - Maybe, but...

Gabriel, I need my money.

I can only give you 250 pesos.

I don't give a fuck about 250 pesos! - What should I do?

I sold everything! I'm getting out of here!

I'll plant a bomb! I know where you live! - Guards!

Guards!

I have been a customer here for 25 years. - Throw him out!

25 years!

They are the criminals, not me!

They are the criminals!

Damn pigs!

You fucking assholes!

Such bastards.

Show me.

What happened?

These assholes.

There are many things, what you could do here.

You have friends here, People who love you.

This country is a complete ruin.

You could on the street Play the bandoneon.

And people throw the money, that they don't have, in my hat.

You could play in nursing homes.

Great idea.

Seriously.

And offer as a combination package the music in the funeral hall.

Very good idea.

Great. - Really.

I am a musician, I don't want to play for corpses.

Sorry.

I forgot, that I'm talking to Astor Piazzolla.

Seven times! And?

Very good.

Very good.

Just look.

You could go for something like that.

You work there and save yourself the ticket.

You are extremely funny. - Yes.

And you really have a very special talent.

Yes?

Namely?

For every solution you find a problem.

A real gift.

You don't want to either drive a shitty taxi forever.

I don't have a fucking taxi.

It's maybe old, but I worked hard for it.

And I'm proud that I did that can take care of me and my son.

I often brushed my teeth with soap and hardly ate.

But Pablito never lacked for anything.

Please excuse me.

It's all ok.

And I really enjoy driving. And very good.

Is there a trick?

Are you kidding me?

You've never done this before?

No never. - I can imagine that.

There is no trick, you have to...

believe that it will work. Then it works too.

That's all?

You have to believe in it that it is possible.

Then it will be possible.

Actually, stones sink in water, but if you

firmly believe that they can sometimes

even dancing on the water.

Come on. Try it.

I believe in you.

Real?

Julio, you can do it!

I try it.

At least it's a start.

A start.

Hello?

Angelica?

Ricardo, is it you?

Yes.

How are you doing?

After all this years?

This is my favorite place in Buenos Aires.

Seen from here all problems are far away.

Do you like it?

Very.

I will miss it.

Hello, Tito.

Well, you winner type.

Maestro. - Hello.

I work 14 hours a day

and save every peso so that I can survive when I retire.

And now the bank gives me no more money?

Should I blow up Congress?

Or run away?

No. This is my country. I want to stay here.

Tito, I have to sell the car.

For the plane tickets.

Relax, I'm almost done.

The windshield wipers are gone. - It does not rain.

And the wheels?

Bikes are in workshops a circulating mass.

They'll be back in five minutes.

And the engine?

What should be with the engine?

He's gone!

Do you want to drive off without wheels?

Why do you need an engine? when the car doesn't drive?

You're an asshole.

Do not annoy me. Do you need the car?

Then it'll be there in two minutes another engine inside.

That wasn't just any engine! That was a symphony!

You gutted my car! - Wait!

Stop it, Julio. These are just objects.

What matters is friendship. Trust.

Stop it. - Asshole!

You are a materialist!

I'll get an engine in, from someone else who's running away to Europe.

I'll install it for you in no time. Relax, Julio.

I'll kill you, but not now, but when you sleep.

Julio! That's your cousin! - Mr. Senator?

What do you say to the allegations of bribery?

Have you helped companies to get their money out of the country?

How dare you to ask me something like that?

I am innocent, these are slander

all lies in court will not last.

Senator, is that all? what do you say about that?

The allegations against you are massive.

These are inventions of you journalists.

The senator has nothing to do with it. There is an affidavit.

Why am I even talking to him?

How do you come to this to take your money to the bank?

Where else are you going, Jose?

In dollars.

In dollars!

Did you know this was happening?

The senator has contacts. Can he help me?

Incredible! Where did this come from? Press asshole my number?

No idea. Someone babbled.

My cousin Julio.

The one with Maestro Tortorella played with me.

Oh yes, Tortorella.

Very nice.

A minute.

Hello?

Listen carefully, you abnormal piece of shit.

That was the last time, that you call me or the senator.

Otherwise I'll make sure that you can no longer hold a phone.

HaDo you get that, you piece of shit?

Do you get that, you piece of shit?

Good.

He won't cause any trouble anymore.

So...

Give me your bank details, i'll take care of it.

Thanks, Jose. Really.

Stop it, Julio. We are a family after all.

My wife's birthday is coming up soon.

When Tortorella sings, she would be very happy.

I would be very grateful.

I would have to do that first discuss with our violinist.

Ernesto, I'll take care of it. Thank you.

Thanks, Jose. - Gladly.

"...our violinist..."

It's his wife's birthday. - The wife of a corrupt asshole.

We get a fee!

Money, no empanadas.

Guys like Salinas have been ruining our country for years.

And do you want to play for him?

Arent you ashamed?

Don't you have principles?

Atilio, what we don't have is money.

Stop it, man.

What are you doing, Atilio?

Wait. We're just talking.

Polaco, it's under all your parallel universes too,

in which Atilio isn't annoying?

No.

There also happens infinity to its limits.

Forget your principles for once. Just once.

What?

What, Atilio?

Julio?

Be careful with El Jose.

And you stop with El Jose, mom.

Those who don't, we'll take them with us.

Your father gave it to me brought from Salta.

It's too heavy, mom.

Too difficult.

When you were little, El Jose gave you never returned your music cassettes.

People don't change.

Not the beer mug. - You always thought he was ugly!

Yes, but it's from Grandpa August.

We don't have a container, mom.

Nobody buys it anyway.

Give it to me.

Slow. What's up?

Do you have health insurance? - Yes.

I think you have to get your brain checked. You are crazy.

What is wrong with you?

Listen, I have a little son, and you're leaving anyway.

Besides, I don't have time. How do you imagine that?

What do you think? - My life is terribly complicated.

The love and all that shit no one needs it.

Everyone always goes completely crazy.

I like an emotional one Be crazy, but you men!

I thought it was really wrong that you tried to kiss me in the car.

But... I didn't! - Exactly! We just don't fit together.

Go away.

Will you close the trunk?

Women actually are pretty easy to understand.

But not for men.

Not for men.

You'll never understand what it's like

to die a thousand times with longing

You'll never understand

what it's like to love and losing your mind

What is?

Julio...

An old tree can no longer be transplanted.

You go.

Where do you want to live?

Don't worry, I'll find something.

Besides, it's time that I live alone for once. At 75!

Are you sure?

This is for us.

Us?

Ciao, Doro. - Ciao, Dave.

So this is David?

What's up, Julio? Everything cool?

Everything cool.

Dear...

You broke up because he... - Dad, forget it!

That was a misunderstanding. He's not into big horns.

But you don't understand anything anyway, dad.

Hours of despair across the country.

People are hungry and take to the streets.

The police are completely overwhelmed

and reacts with tear gas and gunfire.

There are injured people and one dead in Rosario.

The whole society demands to radically change economic policy.

They say the president could impose a curfew soon.

Atilio! It's Julio.

Tell him I'm not there.

People's anger is great

in the face of the greatest Economic crisis of all time...

Are you going alone?

What do I know, Atilio?

I've lost hope that things will ever get better here.

Do you remember, when Graciela and I were in Ibiza?

We actually wanted to stay there.

Do you know why we came back?

You missed school.

Can you be that stupid?

I thought, I earn miserably here,

this country will ruled by a corrupt gang,

my students don't give a shit about history.

But then I thought...

Maybe they'll take something with them after all, of what I say.

No years or names of battles. That's unimportant.

But maybe a feeling for it, what history means.

That it makes a difference

whether you are on the side the murderer and the corrupt stands,

like the people who run our country,

or on the side of those who work,

the honest,

who work for their country every day.

Even if it's just playing tango,

and not even very well,

in a run-down shop without an audience,

with three empanadas as a fee.

Julito...

You have to fight for that what you believe.

Even if it is a hopeless battle.

Ibiza was beautiful.

The beaches...

everyone bathes there naked...

But...

I need your help, Atilio.

Let's play again.

One last time.

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for calling.

...people's anger is growing.

The police are tough against the demonstrators,

and nobody knows where this will end.

We are in the Plaza de Mayo.

More and more people are coming here from all social classes.

Unemployed people, workers, business people, some even with their children...

I'm sorry, All hell is breaking loose in the city.

Even by the good Lord,

The angels are just slipping out of his hand.

Hello. - Hello.

Everything okay?

No.

What's up? Heartbreak?

There is a problem. The sun is breaking.

That's stupid, of course.

Where is Atilio?

To all cars:

From all over the city Protesters move towards the center.

Avoid the Obelisco, the congress center,

avoid the Plaza de Mayo, avoid the city center.

It's best to avoid all of Argentina.

Everyone has to go!

Not a single person is allowed to stay!

That the world is a mess

I've known that for a long time

She was already in the year 506

and it is still in the year 2000

There have always been crooks,

Machiavellians and dupes,

Satisfied and bitter,

Honorable and good-for-nothings

But that the 20th century is a parade of brazen malice,

no one can deny that any longer

We all live in a jungle

and wallow in the same mud

It doesn't make any difference anymore

whether you are decent or a traitor,

ignorant, wise, a bandit,

honorable or thief

Everything is the same

Nothing is better

A donkey is equal to a great professor

Nobody stays seated anymore

Nobody gets promoted anymore

Those without morals

are equal to the good ones

If someone lives by slander,

another steals out of greed,

then it doesn't matter whether someone is a priest,

Good-for-nothing or ace,

Rogue or fraudster

What a lack of respect!

What an insult to reason!

Everyone is a gentleman,

everyone a bandit

Everyone is the same: Stavisky,

Don Bosco and La Mignon,

Don Chicho and Napoleon,

Carnera and San Martin

Like the odds and ends in the windows of junk shops

life has become confusing

There you see a Bible, wounded by a worn saber,

leaning against a cauldron with tears

20th century, you junk shop,

confused and feverish

If you don't cry, you won't get any breasts

Anyone who doesn't rob is an idiot

Just keep it up!

On and on!

We'll meet again in hell

Stop thinking

Sit quietly to the side

Nobody cares whether you were born honorable

It is equal to,

whether you day and night work like an ox

or live at the expense of others,

you murder or you heal,

you are lawless

Hello.

So...

Do you want to drink something?

A glass of water? - No thanks.

When are you going?

On Wednesday.

You can visit me sometime.

Yes, of course.

You can us Yes, send a postcard.

Bon Voyage.

Thanks.

Ciao, Pablito.

You're a big one.

Let's go?

The 17th

"The misery".

Thank you, maestro. - Bon Voyage.

Maestro, it was an honor. Thank you.

I love you! - Same to you.

Have a nice trip, Julio.

Good luck, David. - Thanks.

Ciao, my darling.

There are lifeboats here.

There are lifeboats.

There are more over there.

If we drown,

just press here then it blows up.

But maybe we won't get drunk.

You made the right decision, dude. There's no future here.

I left 30 years ago and I'm doing great.

I get around in the world, I'm free,

I can do whatever I want.

Be good food. I even get money on vacation.

Since I was little, Everything is going down the drain here.

That will never change, dude.

Forget it.

Nobody knows exactly how to live.

You try your best every day, but...

at some point the moment will come in which one thinks,

somewhere else, on the other side of the ocean, everything will be better.

I have my savings sewn into the bra.

I'm not taking my money to the bank.

But only when you set off,

you understand, that what you leave behind

the most important thing is in life.

The everyday things,

that seem insignificant. Your daughter's look.

The streets in your neighborhood full of memories.

The discussions with your stubborn friend,

the one you constantly gets on your nerves and claims

that difficulties are opportunities.

And that one in life must have principles.

He's from a cult.

Shut up or you'll be thrown out.

Or a taxi driver,

that runs a red light and wrecks your car

and your life in a completely new direction.

I didn't run a red light!

Do you know him?

who taught me that it is the most important thing

when you fall, to get up again and again.

Again and again.

And they believe me given back to love.

Such kitsch!

Of course we're feeling bad and no one knows how we get out of there again.

I know that.

But even if it seems impossible,

can we do it, together, if we believe in ourselves.

Like with the stones,

that actually go down,

but if we firmly believe in it,

sometimes...

dancing on the water.

Occasionally It's going to be pretty tough.

I know.

You ran a red light, you stupid cow!

Yes.

Are you getting in?

No!

Just being there as time passes,

means to perish, not to live

and not honor life!

There are so many ways not to be,

so much awareness, that fell into a deep sleep

To earn your own life does not mean remaining silent

and accept all the injustice

It requires virtue

Would,

clear attitude towards one's own self

Just being there as time passes,

gives us no right to boast about it

For just living life is something different

than honor life!

No!

Just being there as time passes,

does not mean honoring life

There is so much vanity

in our deluded, stupid existence

To earn life means standing upright,

far from evil, despite the stumble

It means: the truth

and our own freedom

a welcome greeting!

Just being there as time passes,

gives us no right to boast about it

For just living life is something different

than honouring life!