Original subtitles

Hi! It's Ngand�!

Hello!

Hi.

- Is everything okay? - Yeah. What about you?

- Hi. - Hi, Dona Gilda, how are you?

- Just fine. - Alright then.

You must sign here.

To go out, you must sign the book.

Hello!

Watch the glass, man!

- What's wrong with her? - Forget her!

Don't hit the wall!

She's just nervous, and you can guess why.

Well, it isn't our fault.

Talk less and work more, please?

- Moving out? - It's for the "street mall".

Bed, stove, fridge, everything you need in a house.

I didn't know women talked so much in Brazil.

Senhor Hassam, you aren't in a refugee camp in Jordan.

Here you need furniture. A decent home.

- Perfect! What am I doing? - This guy's new, isn't he?

He's from Palestine,

just arrived from the camp in Allermo, in Syria.

He can't speak a word in Portuguese.

- Help me out! - Go with her.

- Where am I going? - Go with her.

Help me!

- Where is she taking me? - Go with her. Good luck.

Could you help me, please!

You cheated on me behind the bush

But I don't really care about it

Come, my love

Cheat on me again

I need you to do it all again

You've broken my heart to pieces

But I don't really care

- Apolo! - Come, my love...

- Apolo! - Shit!

Hold your horses, woman!

What took you so long?

Where's your key? I thought you were sleeping...

You were the one sleeping, and didn't even see me leaving.

Who's this guy?

I don't know! You're all dirty!

Isn't your workshop downstairs?

What are you doing?

Take the ripe one to make the sauce.

The firmer ones you use for the salad.

Here, use the bell pepper for the sauce. Like this, see?

Was there another occupation yesterday?

Were you there, Kazongo?

Bread coming out!

Excuse me.

It's all on TV, did you see it?

Yoshi, how many eggs does a chicken lay a day?

It depends, if you turn the lights on in the morning, it lays more.

But do you deliver in other places, too?

I also deliver at Liberdade.

You know Japanese food uses a lot of eggs, right?

Man, Japanese food is all pretty and colorful.

Yeah, pretty...

- With little boats. - Right. Real nice.

But it's not fit for people to eat.

Take the Japanese people, they're a developed country.

Because of the food.

First World technology!

Not like here. With all this heavy food,

we don't even think, the stomach just keeps working.

By the way, in the Congo we have a variety of food.

Loso na madesu, fufu na pondu, kwanga, matembele...

I need the bread to take to the occupied building.

- It's almost ready. - Hurry. You're talking about food.

You must teach your wife how to cook.

Pir�o de Peixe...

Here in Brazil, we just eat rice, bean, and meat.

Every day is the same.

- I'm used to eating different food. - Bai�o de Dois,

- Mugunz�. - Pir�o de Peixe.

- Vaca Atolada. - Vaca Atolada.

Sukyaki, Yakitori.

Matembele, Kwanga, Fumbua...

Ginkgo, Suika...

- Try string beans... - Beans, again?

- I'm tired of this food. - That's true.

Ask for more.

Just say: "I don't want rice and beans

I want Mugunz�."

Today, I want tapioca.

How can I give orders if it's not my house?

Walikale,

I think you are going there, but pay attention,

be careful,

because anything can happen.

Anything can happen!

Because, if you discover,

for example, something wrong with the Congolese Army

You see?

You're in danger.

You're dead!

You're in danger on all sides.

Pay attention!

You can't imagine what's going on there.

It was under FDLR control...

Can you imagine? And then...

The Congolese...

The Congolese businessmen

who used to come and buy

coltan, cassiterite, everything...

and then bring it to Goma.

And then from Goma to Rwanda or Uganda.

And from Uganda to Europe.

For what? Mobile phones and computers.

You understand?

And after that...

With the money, they buy guns.

Of course!

They buy guns...

to continue the war.

Hey, Ngand�!

Ngand�! Hey, Ngand�!

I'm in here, Apolo.

Apolo, I'm in here.

Hey, bro. No way this can go on!

I went 14 floors up carrying Krak's suitcase,

and you're here, man?

You must help.

I don't know why you're so pissed.

Why are you so pissed?

This isn't the first time. Getting pissed for nothing?

Listen, man, that's the way it is.

This place is shit.

Right here. A concrete shit.

Hey, Krak.

What?

See if water is coming out the main pipe, please.

There's water! I can smell it!

Check the fuse box then?

The fuse box is alright. It's alright.

Well, if it isn't the fuse box,

it's the pump, and that's bad news,

because if the pump is broken, this whole place can get flooded,

and it'll be a mess,

calling everybody to carry the water up.

You know whose fault it is?

It's Pastor's, because he didn't do it right.

Put it there.

You're strong.

One time, back home, in the Congo,

I helped my father fixing a pump just like this.

Did you shut off the valve?

Are you an engineer?

Are you an engineer?

Yeah. I'm an electronic engineer.

"Who are my companions in this Plutonian cave?

Spiders and rats.

If they can kill me for what I know,

what punishment do I deserve for my ignorance?

The greatest good's but little,

and this life is but a dream,

and dreams are only dreams."

What are you doing?

What the fuck is that?

I'll tell you more, if you gave me the Everyman, I'd do it!

Right.

I can do a virtual nerd, Andy Warhol.

Pop, Concretism, I can do it.

How about Spider Man?

Him, too! Spider Man, Cow Man. Anything!

I just don't because they don't ask,

and I don't sell myself.

And you have it, too.

What do I have?

Soul!

You have soul!

I have it, too.

Holy shit!

God damn it!

No electricity and no water. They'll kill us.

- Fix that thing! - Don't you freak out.

- I'm not freaking out. - Don't.

Take it easy, Apolo!

You talk too much, Apolo.

What happened, man? What is it?

I almost had heart attack! I was over the ladder...

- It's the pastor... - What happened?

- What were you doing? - Fixing the wires.

- I almost fell. - See if you can't fix that, man...

There.

It had to be Krak.

Man! You're a real motherfucker.

- You scared me to death! - Me, too!

Do you know what you look like?

The Devil dressed in a used condom.

Residents from the 15th floor!

Residents from the 15th floor, assembly!

Carmen is calling us down the lobby!

Everybody, assembly down the lobby!

- Why? - Special assembly!

We'll find out in the lobby!

Carmen is calling us! Let's go, let's go...

Fast, Carmen is waiting! Let's go, everybody...

Silence!

Calm down! Calm down!

Okay, councillor. If you please.

Hello, hello.

Good evening, everyone!

Good evening.

I'm here with councillor Manoel del Rio.

He has news, unfortunately, not very good news,

but calm down and listen closely.

Hi, everyone.

We just came from the court.

And the judge

has granted the owner the repossession of the building.

What does that mean?

You'll all be evicted in fifteen days.

Calm down, please! Just listen.

Please, ma'am, no moaning now!

Just listen!

We must appeal,

because the property that you all have occupied is illegitimate.

It was filled with garbage!

You cleaned the place. There were over a hundred trucks of garbage.

There were dengue mosquitoes reproducing up in the water tank!

And the owner didn't pay his real estate taxes!

You all took possession, because it was abandoned!

So, we'll appeal and make the judge

change his sentence.

We can't back down now and accept the judge's sentence.

So, everyone, we have to be united.

- It's time for us to be together! - Right on, Carmen!

That's it. We can do it.

What about the electric system?

If we're going to be evicted, I'm not going to fix that.

Krak, this is the perfect time for you keep doing the job!

We're here to take over and maintain the place.

We can't give up now!

- It's time to resist! - Right on!

Dona Carmen!

Let's hear what Kazongo has to say.

Listen, everybody, keep it down.

According to the Refugee Statute,

we cannot participate in any political acts.

It's complicated for us to take part in these demonstrations.

We can barely take care of ourselves, the Brazilians,

let alone refugees from the Congo, from Colombia,

Lebanon and Palestine. No way.

Dona Carmen, I'd like to speak.

What do you know?

For your information, Brazil,

at the UN, puts on a good show about international policies,

granting us refuge,

but, when we come here, it's every men for themselves.

We're a problem of Brazil,

because Brazil granted us refuge.

I'd like to say something.

I'm a Palestine refugee in Brazil.

You all are Brazilian refugees in Brazil.

- No! - Everybody!

Excuse me, people!

Brazilians, foreigners, we're all refugees.

Refugees from the lack of rights.

We have to think now, hand out chores,

get organized.

What about the blog about the building? What happened to it?

Well remembered!

Hold it.

This blog is very important for all of us.

I thought it was already done.

Because this is the moment to share our cause with the world.

I'm doing it all alone!

- I need more help. - Do you hear it?

Let's all help Apolo with the blog.

- If you don't fight... - You're dead!

If you don't fight...

You're dead!

Everybody!

I also have something to say.

Sit down!

Quiet!

Dona Carmen, my fan was stolen for the second time, and I want it back.

I want my fan back.

Quiet!

Whoever stolen this woman's fan

take it up to the second floor. I've had enough of this now.

Take care of your things.

You must have lent it to someone.

Hi! I want to talk to you later!

This social masturbation. I'm fed up.

I have just one question for you: where is the narrative focus?

- Where is it? - That's true...

The guy who knows most about occupations here is him. Hassam.

Listen, my friend.

We now occupy a place,

while I was kicked out of my own country by invaders,

who were once, victims

but that doesn't give them the right to be criminals...

I agree. Now I agree with that.

Agree with what, Krak?

I agree with him.

I just don't get all this poetry you come up with.

Now, politics, that I can understand.

He's having a hard time...

I'm going to teach you how to speak Portuguese.

I'm going to teach you how to speak Portuguese.

Door!

Do-or!

Repeat: do-or!

Hello, there. We're speaking from Cambridge Squatter.

I'm communicating with you by Cambridge Network TV.

What am I supposed to say? I've forgotten.

Hi, brother.

Are you okay, kid?

I'm okay, brother.

And the picture?

Thanks, I saw the picture of a boy.

- Picture of a boy? - Yeah, the photo you've sent me.

But, he's your son!

It's Omana.

Your son.

Blood of your blood. What do you mean, "a boy"?

He's your son.

- Your son, blood of your blood. - I don't have any proof...

- He looks just like you. - Does he look like me?

Everyone says he looks just like you.

He would if he had a beard.

We're going to sell our land.

You know... because...

- we don't have any money. - What?!

Do you have land you want to sell?

No, the family's land.

So, it has to benefit the whole family, then.

I don't know what you're thinking.

You must think that I'm going to sell the land.

Brother...

Your wife was evicted from her place and is living here with your son now.

- Omana is here. - Guylord...

We're here, and we can hardly breathe.

Since the war...

Do you think father would be happy with you, Guylord?

If father were alive,

he'd be happier with me than with you, who ran away!

Why am I here?

- That's the truth! - Why am I here?

- I take care of the family... - Why am I here?

I didn't want to leave the Congo.

I didn't just think: "Oh, I'm leaving the Congo".

You know why I left.

I'm just a working hand here, did you know that?

This is a temporary thing. We don't want to live like this.

The disease of the 21st century:

people leaving their homes, their homelands,

looking for opportunities in other places.

When they arrive, they look for squats,

because they need a place to live.

There's everything in the Congo's subsoil,

there's gold, diamond... everything.

First World countries are killing our brothers over in the Congo

because of minerals.

This thing that everybody uses,

does the user's manual say that it's made with blood minerals?

Why am I here? Am I happy here?

Was it a choice of mine?

I had no choice when I left my country.

I had to go. I had no choice.

Everybody supported

Gaza when they fought against the attacks.

And after that, what's going to happen?

Schools with nothing inside, no electricity, no food,

no medicine.

It's genocide!

And if you use a gun, you're a terrorist.

Okay, man...

You have planes, tanks, atomic bombs

and talk about peace with people who use rocks.

I tell you another thing,

Israel will never be two different countries.

Never!

Europe and America won't let them.

To whom will they sell their weapons?

War is the air that America and Europe breathe.

When the police come and tell us: "Leave.

You have to go now".

We'll say: "We have no place to go".

Our order is going to be a total disorder of the system,

and the disorder

of the system is our order.

Ngand�?

- Hi, Uta. - Are you okay?

If I may... I brought another spaced-out Arabian.

But he doesn't eat much.

This is Armando, the man of the house.

- Nice to meet you, Armando. - He's Kalil.

You're going to eat the best soup in the whole squat.

Sancocho!

Sancocho from Colombia.

Sancocho?

Yes, from Colombia. Very good.

- Colombia? - Yeah, Colombia.

Shakira!

No. Shakira, no.

Lucia Pulido.

Lucia Pulido. Much better.

Help yourself to rice, too. Do you want more soup?

- No. I'm fine. - It's fine?

No?

You don't want soup?

- No? - No.

Okay, then.

- I don't think they eat pork. - Oh, you're right.

Is it good?

Did you like it?

- Really good. - Really?

- Do you want more? - No, thanks.

- Do you want some water or something? - No, I'm fine.

Family recipe? Did you learn it from your mother?

No, from my aunts.

Sorry.

- Can't I touch your hand? - No, you can't.

Why?

In my country, to hold hands, you have to date first.

- To date first? - Yes, yes.

Yes. It's my country's culture. If you pay for something...

- Pay or take? - Pay.

What do you mean? Pay for what?

If you buy me something, it'll make me want to date you.

- I must buy you something? - That's right.

- Buy me a pair of pants. - Pants?

A shirt.

A ticket for me to go to Rio de Janeiro.

If I want to date you, I take you to a store, to a mall...

Uta! Uta!

I can't find the Vlog video. Can you help me?

- I have to go. - No, stay a bit longer, Uta.

Let me put a mark on it.

What's your name? Apartment?

- I'm going out. - This one is for the visitors.

- Which one? - This one.

- Put a mark on it. - This one.

- Write down my name. - You must write your name.

I'll have lunch and go back to work.

Back to fighting.

- If you don't fight. - You're dead.

I have 5 kids. Where am I supposed to go with them?

We'll figure something out.

So we resist, and then what?

- The cops come, with teargas... - They can't do that.

But what are we going to do? Live out on the street.

They must understand that we don't have a place to go.

I'm tired of this talk, this conversation.

- Excuse me... - Take it easy, man.

I was the maintenance coordinator.

I stayed there for a while, but it didn't work out.

I stayed a few month at Ouvidor St., which is occupied by artists.

- Close to S�o Franscisco University. - But...

- Artists don't have a cause, they... - I was totally wrong.

They just want to know about culture and smoking weed.

- It didn't work. - They're the hippies from today.

- But they don't have a compromise. - No compromise.

- They want freedom. - Right.

But when they get tired, they go back to their homes.

You'll be really useful to me. I need someone on the 15th floor,

to take care of the 15th floor.

You'll be the floor coordinator.

It's corny.

- There's a really old one. - Jesus, really old. Jesus Christ.

Why do you need all these shoes?

Are you selling?

It's for dancing forr�.

We'll break the bed. Let's go shopping for another one.

This is a nice bed.

- Two in the morning. - That will be nice.

- Two in the morning. - Look the mess you've made.

Me? It's your house, the mess is yours.

Everybody! Everybody, sitting down!

Come on! Come on!

Everybody, sitting down.

Okay! Let's start.

Are we going to start where we left off before?

No. We're not going to be putting on the play.

But that's what we do!

No. We're more than just that. We're "artivists".

That's the truth.

And we're about to be evicted.

We won't have time to rehearse a play.

So we're going to make an audiovisual work.

I want... I want to try the live portraits.

Did I hear someone saying, "I want"? My God.

Stop saying "I", "I", "I"...

Right, okay. Sit down.

Try to be quiet, okay?

Okay! Alright.

Let me explain.

The live portraits, they have to have the synthesis

and the power of an idea in the form of a poem.

It must be difficult.

Magali, you're a warrior. Give me a theme.

Talk about life. Life in the squat.

- Welcoming foreigners in the squat. - Right.

Once, two foreigners were walking downtown

under the overpass.

Over the Anhangaba�.

And they saw a whole bunch of cops.

They didn't say "cops". They did like this.

I asked one of the refugees: "What the hell is he saying?

For them, the refugees, this means "a lot".

But for us it means "you're screwed".

That's no good.

Give me a theme, Ismael.

When I was 13,

I left the Congo on a plane wheel.

I was stuck on a plane wheel,

because of the war in the Congo.

After that, I was caught...

After that, I escaped in a ship's hold with two other guys.

I thought I was going to the US,

but I was coming to Brazil. I didn't know that.

"Is it true...

that you were forced...

to walk on the heart of the wound

to institute the poetry?

So bear with it.

Kiss the scar.

Don't cry for the water that left its waterbed.

The destiny of the river will always be a river."

Don't worry! This will be subtitled.

I'm next!

Where's your mobile?

- It's here. - Get it.

Imagine it's all dark, only his face is lit.

Sitting here. Full of energy.

Focused on the phone.

The phone is made out of chalcocite, which caused a war in the Congo

and forced him to run away from his country.

Do you see it?

Now, look at the irony:

now he has to use the smartphone

to talk to his mother and father.

- Beautiful. - Now imagine...

- What a look. - ...this light moving down

and illuminating his body and then mine.

The context will appear naturally.

It'll take us to another dimension,

to another space.

Where are we?

On a ship.

Out in the middle of the ocean.

With all due respect to the Congolese, the Palestinians, the Colombians...

but, why don't we make a live portrait with the majority,

- the people from the Northeast? - She's right!

This isn't an assembly.

I'll do it my way! Would you excuse me? Sit down.

Do you all agree with that?

Why not do the "Occupy Me" parade.

We have all types of workers here, look:

cooks, nurses, street sweepers.

We could get together and do the parade.

We could put on a musical festival, too.

Yeah, put the parade and the festival together.

People can sing songs from their countries.

If this street belonged to me

I'd have it tiled, Have it tiled...

Get out of this house. There's nothing of yours in here.

- I paid for this. - Get out of here!

Isn't this mine? I won't come back!

Get out!

Are you going to hit me?

Fifty cents.

Fifty cents.

Fifty?

Can I pay you later?

But, when?

Next week.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

Listen, only because you're pretty.

- Please... - Thank you!

I have nothing. I have to make a living, too.

I'm not sure what you're saying,

but don't worry, I'll pay you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Hi. Is everything okay? - Fine, Dona Concei��o.

The sign in Portuguese is improving, right, Senhor Hassam?

- Of course! - There are all the prices...

Hi, Ju.

I have to talk to you about your friend.

I've already explained it to you ten times before. There's no way.

You can't keep him here at your place.

He already has a place to sleep.

Honey, Brazil has a big heart.

It accepts all those who respect it, who respect the Brazilian people.

Please, it's a country full of love.

Senhor Hassam, listen.

action committee meeting, Sunday, ten in the morning.

If he doesn't participate, he can't stay.

A political movement... Let me say something...

- Uncle, I'm going out tonight. - Where are you going?

To walk, get some fresh air.

What? I can't understand him.

He doesn't know Portuguese.

He wants to go out, meet some girls...

- Oh, Magali... - Does he have a girlfriend here?

No, not here!

Oh, so he gets a girlfriend,

brings her here to your place, with his mattress...

Later he'll want his own room, his own place to live.

- It doesn't work that way. - You're so pretty.

Forget politics and live your life. Forget politics!

Your sweet talk won't get you anywhere with me.

No, no, no... It's not a sweet talk.

You must have a deadline.

You give him a deadline to find someplace else to stay.

- Or else he gets in the committee. - No, no. He'll go.

- He has to. - Yes, yes. He'll go.

- When will he go? - Hello?

Who?

The foster home? Where?

That child again.

You hide him right now! For God's sake!

Jeez, it's always the same.

There's never a computer to use!

The refugees never leave the room.

So what are you complaining about then?

Just leave. This place is for the refugees.

Brazilians can never use the computers.

That's your problem.

And you're the worst. You're here every day.

You get here in the morning...

and stay till the afternoon. Go on back to Gaza...

- I want to send some e-mails. - Wait a little.

Hello, sister!

Hi, my brother! Hi, Hassan.

How are you all?

Thank God, everything's okay. We're just living.

I haven't had any news. I don't know what's going on.

Tell me, how are our family and friends?

I swear to God, everything's okay.

I didn't know if I'd live, but today I'm seeing you

and listening to your voice, thank to God.

God bless you.

How is everything?

Our neighbor left home to go to the UN school.

She thought it was safe.

She took her children and a missile hit the school.

The eldest and her second son died.

She lost her arm.

I'm leaving this place.

The building is really depressing.

I'm shaking because of what happened.

It's really hard.

There are around 3,000 families without any place to live.

80 people living in a 4 by 4 room.

How can you live like that?

What about the borders?

In Gaza, anybody who wants to go in or out has to go through the Rafar Pass,

on the Egyptian side, or the Erez Pass, on the Israeli side.

There are over 7,000 people, most of them are sick.

They're all waiting for them to open the pass,

but there's an embargo preventing them.

At Erez, you know how they control the visas. People are dying.

The media doesn't show what is happening here.

We have no support, no solidarity, nothing happens.

A homeland is something we've never known.

From the day we're born,

the Palestinians live outside their borders.

We are raised from one exile to another.

From one illusory peace to another.

But I still have hopes that this new land beginning,

in Brazil,

will be the end of the ordeal of Sisyphus.

Hey, do you want to wake up the whole building? Shit!

Mind your own business!

- "Supunatoro". - "Supu" what?

"Blow the bull"?

What is "blow the bull"?

- What is "blow the bull"? - It's kindin.

And what is kindin?

It's booze.

Booze I want. I want kindin.

It's Hassam!

An autarchy in person.

Come in, poet. Come drink with us,

you know booze and poetry are great lovers.

- Sit here! - Thank you!

Cacha�a.

Krak, you're worse than 360* ethyl alcohol.

That's what you are.

Look who's talking...

Now I remember, one of the truths that I,

throughout my life, have discovered is the correlation...

- What? - Correlation. "Co-relation".

Correlation.

Between women in general and liquor.

I began my romantic life with a 42-year-old woman.

And, from that time,

I started appreciating 42* cognac.

Then, later with a 43-year-old woman,

wonderful, the same degree as whiskey.

I was studying in Romania, near Russia,

very cold, minus twenty degrees,

it was where I discovered a 45-year-old woman.

The same degree as vodka.

A woman's capacity for love is equal to the degree of alcohol in liquor.

Sorry for that, poet.

But that's true!

What's this all about? What's this all about?

Wait! Are you threatening me, sir?

Did you come here to threaten us?

Sir, you have a court order that has to be served on the right day.

What is this? What is this?

Can you see that he is threatening us?

What are you doing here?

There are families with their children in here.

You are not respecting our rights.

Today is not the eviction.

You excuse us.

Today is not the eviction.

We're doing our jobs.

What you mean is you want to use psychological pressure against us.

We're not pressuring...

Excuse me.

Come on, come on.

You all see how we have to treat them from now on, going forward.

Reinforce that entrance.

Who are these people,

these individuals who are in the squats?

Don't you think they're just the lower class.

Every day, we have more

middle class, lower-middle class, middle-middle.

Do you want to know who they are?

Watch? Share!

"Occupy Me!"

We have to appeal for the judge not to evict us.

We have to take all our kids, all the mothers with their kids,

to show them that there are families living here.

I'll take Gilda!

Take lots of fruit for the kids, because we never know...

Tangerines!

Imagine that you're in a small office filled with people.

Don't forget about the water.

And everyone is eating tangerines.

Eat the tangerines to feel the smell.

Eat, you creep.

Squeeze the rind.

Can you smell it?

So, let's pretend you're the people.

We're in the office, I'm the judge.

You brought your tangerines. See how I act.

How impatient I am because I have to deal with you.

Come in.

I'm the judge at my desk, all mighty like.

I want these bananas...

Yes?

We're here to talk with you, Your Honor,

because we have just received an eviction order.

One minute, please.

Has this lady made an appointment?

Is she in the legal proceedings?

- No... - Guard. Please...

Please, wait outside, ma'am.

It's just that, Your Honor,

you're going to have us evicted, right?

And I thought that a judge would listen to both sides.

- I thought I could talk to you... - I can't talk to you.

Do you have an attorney?

Ask your attorney to read the law suit.

You play the judge now, and I'll be us.

- Play the judge... - I'll be the judge.

You all peel your tangerines, give them to the kids...

And the judge...

- Getting all uptight... - Uptight with the smell.

You look: "These kids aren't supposed to be here.

- Call the guards!" - Do it.

Weren't you ever a young boy?

- Play the judge! - Don't mess with my kids.

Muss up your hair, like this...

Play the judge.

- Let me go! Let me go! - Calm down.

So, did you like it?

We do our best, right?

Well, you take care of the rest, I'll look for the real thing.

Thanks, Apolo.

This is it, right?

Without this badge, you can't get into the building.

You can't take away my fame. Only God...

Can I open my eyes?

- No. - No?

Open them now.

What's this?

A present for you.

- For me? - Yes.

A present.

I bought it for you.

How do I look?

Very pretty!

- Did you like it? - I did.

How do you say in French "I'm very happy with your present?"

"I'm very happy with your present?"

How do you say "kiss on the lips"?

"Give me a kiss".

Do you have a boyfriend?

What?

I don't know...?

Do you need love?

Do you want to give me love?

How do you say "Love"?

"Love is something simple to say.

It's the eyes that see first.

It's the mouth

that says "I love you".

It's the ears that listen.

It's the heart

that suffers.

And when...

love is over

The eyes, the mouth, the ears stand aside.

and the heart suffers alone."

Be quiet, be quiet.

- Who is it, darn it? - It's me, Dona Gilda.

Calm down.

- Please, don't touch me. - Dona Carmen,

- let me explain. - Here in the squat... No more!

We don't allow things like this in our squat.

This is the last time.

Next time, I'll call social service.

- For God's sake. - This child, look how small he is.

You can't leave him here by himself, going from one hand to another.

- Enough! - Just listen to me.

- I don't want to listen. - My sister was sick...

While you rushed out,

we were here negotiating,

because, in case you don't know, we've been given notice for eviction.

Let's go! Come on! That's enough.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Kalil!

Come here!

What is it, Gilda?

You were out partying!

You can't do that. It's dangerous!

Gilda, it's past your bedtime.

No, no. Just a minute. Come with me.

A female elephant.

"Babas". Repeat: "Babas".

She liked me so much.

I used to take care of her when I was with the circus.

One day, I got sick and couldn't go to feed her,

brush her, talk. So they sent someone else.

But Babas didn't like this person.

She was furious and stampeded off.

And then they captured her.

And sentenced her to death.

A terrible death.

My Babas.

You didn't come here for nothing.

You're here

to make a son in my womb!

It's going to be born.

The reincarnation of my Babas!

Easy, easy, easy.

Calm down, Gilda...

My Babas!

Hi, Omar. How are you?

Fine. And you, Lucia?

- How are you? - Fine.

Long time no see.

Where are you?

I'm here in M�xico working with other musicians.

We're showing how Columbians and Mexicans have similar influences.

Here in Mexico we have Bambucos, Vallenatos.

In Colombia, you hear a lot of Rancheras.

The Roundup Songs, which are wonderful.

Assembly!

Let's go, fast. Carmen is waiting!

Everybody, quiet down!

Quiet!

I've called this special meeting,

because we all know that our big fiesta is tomorrow, right?

We have found out that unethical movements

want to occupy our target.

We won't have time to warn our base of operations.

So, we're going to have our fiesta today.

Quiet!

Quiet, everyone!

In one hour, everyone from Prestes Maia, from M�ua,

S�o Francisco, Jos� Bonif�cio, Rio Branco

are leaving their squats and coming here.

In one hour, we'll form three groups.

Okay? Is everyone in?

Brazilians and foreigners who have never participated

in one of our fiestas, they're all coming!

Everyone. Without exception.

And there's one more thing. For everyone!

When you're inside, don't stand crying at the window,

"Dona Carmen, Dona Carmen,

I'm hungry. The police are here.

I must work tomorrow".

It'll be 48 hours without leaving. We're going to hold down our target.

And leave the police to us.

- Because, if you don't fight... - You're dead!

Apolo and Ngand�, you two stay.

I want to talk to both of you.

You're in trouble, Apolo. You too, Ngand�.

Go up. I want to talk to the two of them.

This is the deal: You, Apolo, aren't going.

Please, I know you'd love to go.

You're like my right hand,

but you're staying with Gilda.

Apolo, Gilda is a risk to our safety.

Carmen, for God's sake. I'd rather go and fight.

- I know! - I don't want to stay.

I know. Look... take it easy!

- We can give her a sleeping pill! - No...

- You'll kill the old girl. - No way!

You'll kill her...

- She's your aunt. You brought her. - She's more like my karma!

- So, precisely... - I'd rather go and fight...

No, no, no... Not this time.

One of you will go on the bus to show the way.

You and Danilo... Pitchou!

Pitchou! When are these guys going?

Why are these people leaving?

Over there, everyone! Over there where you were!

How's it there, honey?

Has Ed gone in already? Okay! Great!

Okay! Bye! Bye!

Hi, Hel�. Jabaquara has entered. I'm going to our second target.

Make way for the buses!

Hey! Are you guys crazy? Close this up! Get this out of here!

Go, go, go...

Hurry everyone! Go, go...

Get inside! Get inside!

Go help, go help.

Get inside! Get inside your new home.

Get inside! Get inside!

Get inside your new home, shit! Your home! Inside!

This is your home! Inside!

Get inside!

Go to your house! Run!

Run into your house! Run! This is your home!

Run for your house.

It's your house!

Fuck!

Get inside your new home! Public administration!

Run! Run! Run!

- Let's go! Move it! - You can go now, driver.

The banner! The banner! The banner!

Close the door!

Close the door!

Hey, everybody, it's our home.

And the banner? Who's got the banner?!

Let's raise the flag, everyone!

The flag!

Hurry up!

Someone! Bring me a kit here!

Here. These are the guard's things.

Nobody messes with this.

- The lunch boxes are coming. - The cops are outside!

The cops are outside!

Outside? So, keep calm.

Quiet.

There are 5 patrol cars outside!

Hello!

We're already inside! We're inside!

You keep calm, everything is alright in here.

We'll hold down the place from inside, okay?

Try those there. Those different ones.

We have light already!

I'm sick and tired of being a government's cleaner.

Every building we get in,

there's a bunch of garbage for us to clean.

We're like the government's cleaning staff.

Let's improvise! Get cardboard, anything.

For God's sake, we're all homeless.

All those from Cambridge,

remember that your home is there.

There's no thinking like, "This apartment is better than mine.

I'll keep this one".

That won't happen.

You're here to provide support. Support for the newcomers.

I'd like to thank you all.

I've lived in occupied countries all my life.

For the first time, I feel like I'm occupying something myself.

- Thank you. - You're welcome!

Beer! Beer! Beer!

Beer! Beer! Beer!

I'd rather be at a table in some bar!

I'd rather be at a table in some bar!

Drinking lemonade and smoking a cigar!

Drinking lemonade and smoking a cigar!

Beer! Beer! Beer!

Beer! Beer! Beer!

Preta. Hold it.

What are we stopping for?

So, while we were up all night at the fiesta,

and in the morning, went to demonstration with no sleep,

which was important,

especially for those who live in the occupation,

you're all here...

Ju said we didn't have to go...

Listen... Hold it just a second...

Our criterion in the movement is participation.

We know. Don't we participate?

- Nice. - Ju said we weren't needed.

We fight with you, not for you.

You're jumping around like goats! Today, you're keeping watch.

Excuse me, excuse me...

I'm getting sick and tired of these people.

I can't take it anymore. I really can't.

You know they're like that.

But if you lose your heart, everybody will lose it, too.

And who'll encourage me?

Am I supposed to only take care of others?

What about me?

- Mom, we need you. - Okay, Ju. Leave me alone.

- Calm down. - I don't want to talk. I am calm.

Please, just leave me alone.

- I must tell you... - Guylord.

She is very sick, very sick.

Do you realize what you're saying?

My mother is sick. She hasn't eaten for 3 days.

She's in a critical condition.

You don't call, and then, after 3 days,

tell me that mama could die today.

It's not fair, Guylord.

And there's another problem, too.

- What's that? - Camille.

What's wrong with Camille?

Camille wants to go to Brazil.

To do what in Brazil?

She says that he's her son and she has a right to go, too.

He is blood of my blood, I want my son.

I don't want her.

She's already bought a ticket! She's ready to go.

I don't want to marry her, Guylord. She must understand that.

I'm not going back to the Congo.

I'm not the same as I was in Kinshasa. I'm the Ngandu in S�o Paulo now.

My life has changed.

You have responsibilities, brother. What am I supposed to do?

It's my responsibility and I understand you, Guylord.

The last time we talked we agreed:

sell the family land,

take my part, buy a ticket for him to come to Brazil.

You've left me here full of problems.

What do you mean?

There's not only war in the Congo, we're at war here, too.

Brother, you speak of war in Brazil.

You know the hell we live in here.

Here you think I'm at ease, just because you see me here.

You think I'm well off.

Brother, he is blood of your blood. Your son.

I don't deny him, I accept him.

I'll do everything for him to come.

You lived here with your wife. Assume your responsibilities.

I didn't tell you to take her to your house.

I can't do it all, brother. It's just too much.

You're not being nice.

I can't carry all this weight.

No, I'm going to the hospital, mama is sick.

Brother, no. You're asking me too much.

- Bye. Talk to you later. - Okay, then!

Are you homesick?

Like never before.

Oh, God.

I miss my mother's bread, my mother's coffee...

My mother's coffee...

My childhood grows greater in me. One day, one morning,

Passionately in love...

It's hard, real hard.

Do you know what "real hard" means?

Hard, severe, very difficult.

I'll be back one day...

A veil around your chest

Covering my bones with...

We can't go on.

That means "we can't go on".

If we do, we'll start crying.

Your first lesson on sad Portuguese.

Be strong!

We could use some paper.

Take the keys.

Mess around with the keys.

- Raise this one? - I guess so, huh?

Raise it!

- That's it. - That's it.

Remove the human figure, the humanoid.

What do you think, Apolo?

- Can you see it? - Let's do it.

One, two, three, go.

All you "webfreaks".

You all know that we're counting down to D day.

But this one isn't in Normandy.

This is D day for Displacement.

The Vlog today is on the squat's heartbeat.

Even if you don't know it, it's in your bile.

Stop! Freeze!

More to the center.

- Freeze! Like that! - Make her walk!

- Check the light for me. - Hold it. Go, go.

That's it! That's it! That's beautiful!

- A little more to the right. - More, more...

- That's it! - Perfect!

Don't fall apart!

To the left.

- She's not on the frame. - Right there.

- Is it good? - Perfect.

Let's do it.

FIESTA DAY ANOTHER OCCUPATION

LEECHES, PARASITES

BUNCH OF FREELOADERS, INVADERS OF PRIVATE PROPERTY.

IGNORANT PEOPLE. YOU'RE KILLING BRAZIL!

KILL THEM ALL AND TOSS THEM IN THE GARBAGE TRUCK

THEY SHOULD USE REAL BULLETS

KAZONGO'S TESTIMONY THE CONGO, CENTRAL AFRICA

THESE FUCKERS COME STEALING OUR JOBS

HAITIAN? OUT WITH THESE FOREIGNERS RENT A BOAT AND SEND THEM BACK

NO ONE WANTS THESE NIGGERS IN HERE

HAITIAN, AFRICANS, BOLIVIANS, COLOMBIANS...

THEY'LL SOON START STEALING, KILLING AND RAPING

OFFICE ASSISTANT

BUILDER / MUSICIAN

VALET / LAWYER

STREET MARKETER

STUDENTS

I will not leave! I will not leave!

I will not leave! I will not leave!

Silence!

Silence! I must speak on the phone!

They promised us forty trucks.

If there are only ten, and less than one hundred men,

how are we going to move all our stuff?

You're the lawyer.

We'll resist, and you'll give us some time

until the judge analyzes it.

They've promised us 40 trucks. And there aren't 40 trucks.

Comrades,

I've talked to the captain in charge of this operation.

He'll act.

If they get in by force,

the responsibility will be all his.

It's all his.

No, I'll stay here. I'd rather die.

You will stay here and die?

Are there children in here?

Go to the roof! Go to the roof!

- There are children! - Go the roof!

Throw coconuts to give us time!

Get out! Get out through the roof.

Leave the backpack!

Leave the backpack.

SOCIAL STRUGGLE MOVEMENT IN FAVOR OF HOUSING

HOMELESS UNION

POPULAR MOVEMENT CENTER

WORLDWIDE FIGHTING MOVEMENT FOR HOUSING

FIGHTING MOVEMENT FOR HOUSING

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