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CHAOTIC ANA

The hawk is a hunter unlike
any other of its species.

When it flies right by you...

...you can only hear it.

This son of a bitch

is designed like a projectile.

His head is perfectly round

and his nostrils are modified

because he reaches speeds so high

that a sudden gust of air

can burst him from inside.

In falconry,

a hawk flies 400 meters
straight up into the sky

and from up there,

spots his prey,

tucks his wings...

...at over 200 miles an hour.

When he reaches his prey...

Look.

See these claws here?

These hook-shaped claws,

when the moment comes...

...and she's ready to go.

But a hawk's greatest asset

are...

his eyes.

Without incredibly sharp vision,

he could never hunt.

He got shit on.

Fucking bird!

What are you waiting for?

I'm cleaning his eyes, sir.

Let him go.
She'll get away.

She won't get away, sir.

ISLAND OF IBIZA, SPAIN
SEPTEMBER, 2001

Where can I see

more of your work?

In my home.

Can I see where you live?

I'm Justine.

Ana.

That's my father.

Hello.

- Hello.
- He's German.

Mon Dieu, you're natives!

May I?

Ana, have you studied?

Apart from your life...

Did you go to school?

I've taught her

everything I know.

And more.

Everything I've learned...
for her.

Not for me.

Mathematics,

literature, philosophy...
History...

History is my weakness.

History unites us.

Each and every one of us
is History.

We carry it inside,
in the depths of our memory.

Yes.

I like History,

to know it

and also

to protect myself from it.

Human history
is a chain of atrocities,

cruelties and injustices.

I am often ashamed
of the human race.

Nobody's completely innocent.

But out here we feel

less guilty.

We hurt no one.

Yes, this cave protects you.

Living like this nowadays
is a poetic act.

We don't care
what other people think.

Of course.

Ana.

I have a proposal for you.

Come live at my residence
in Madrid

for the next

two or three years.

You'll live with

several other exceptional
young people selected by me

personally.

I'm a patron of the arts.

You would be well provided for.

My residence covers
all living expenses

and materials.

I had a dream about this.

Very similar.

Too similar.

Almost the same woman.

But in my dream you ended up
falling into the sea.

But on your own, I didn't push you.

My father the beast.

You're a grizzly beast,

a father in a cave.

My father

the monster.

I'll write you.

Dear Grizzly Beast,

Here in Madrid I look like
I stepped off an Indian reservation.

Yes, I do stand out a bit.

I'm laughing that laugh of mine...

And I'm not afraid...
of anything.

I'm feeling more at ease,
and I like that.

But I can still feel your hand,

squeezing me tight,

and it feels good.

Thanks, Monster.

Justine's residence
is like an abandoned palace

and we're like squatters.

But nobody gives orders here,

not even Justine.

She lives in a house outside Madrid.

Art classes every morning,

music, video...

We pick our classes,
but they're mandatory.

If we don't go we get thrown out.

Guys are gross.

A big dick with feet.

They're all

sex-hungry rapists at heart.

A few hold back, a bit.

But the invasive instinct

stays with them to the grave.

And what are we?

What are we?
Whores.

Come here.

You see?

We're always provoking them.

To attract them.
Always at a distance.

Then we choose.

We're conniving whores.

- We're whores and they're rapists.
- Since time began.

And what are they?

They rape each other...

but they're whores like us.

- And prostitutes?
- Prostitutes?

Whores that work.

Are you a dyke?

No, but I'd love to be one.

- You're the girl from Ibiza?
- Yeah. Ana.

I'm Linda.

It's my favorite eye.

What I see with my own eyes...

All the tyranny in this world
makes me sick.

But that world is a mystery.

Not even God rules it.

- Sometimes not even I can.
- You know what, Linda?

Your name suits you.

No, it doesn't.

It isn't even mine.

It isn't?

Whose is it?

My dad's boat's.

"The Linda."

He named you after his boat?

He doesn't have it anymore.

He was a lone sailor.

He fell for my mom,
16 years younger.

Sold the boat
and bought a place in Cadiz.

And when you were born
he named you after the boat.

Sounds nice.

From the outside.

From the inside it fucking sucks.

My dad's a selfish man

incapable of loving anyone.

And my mom's foolish
and gullible.

She's getting smaller and smaller.

She's about to disappear.

Some day she'll blow away
in the wind.

My mother left us when I was a girl.
I haven't seen her since.

What a lousy thing to do.

Was the boat a sailboat?

Good.

I'm a land person.

Super-solid.

I have to be careful...

and hold onto something.

You're adorable.

Ana, daughter of Klaus,
an extraordinary man.

A monster like you've never seen.

Dear Monster,

I'm open to everything here.

I'm starting to like performance
art. Nothing should last.

Sire, for how long
shall death prevail?

For as long as women
keep having children.

Until the two sexes join together

and male and female are one.

Neither male nor female.

God's adversary
shall continue forward.

What about you?

Are you not a real man?

I have come to destroy
the work of the female.

To destroy my work?

You, female, are lust itself.

You retard the hour of perfection.

A natural born sexist!

Because I am born of a god
without a goddess.

We Jews turn our goddesses
into witches.

Thus heaven is a patriarchy.

- I thought you were a socialist.
- I am.

The rich shall never enter
the kingdom of heaven.

What about women?

Will we get in?

Tempt me not,

- female.
- Is that not my purpose?

You know what, Beast?

We're very free here

and we owe it all to our
French Mother Superior.

He's Saharan.
But his mother was a Berber.

The Berbers, or Amazigh,
have a matriarchal culture.

That means the women transmit
the essence of the culture.

They're also monogamous.
They even get divorced.

That's probably why the Arab
countries hate them so much.

They've always been ostracized.

Amazigh women

bring up their children well.

They know how to raise good men.

I like it.

But this video is missing something.

It feels unfinished.

That's Said,
from the third floor.

He's a whole otherworld.

He paints, like you.

And he's majoring in five fields.
He has a special government permit.

Said is a natural born genius.

An exceptional male.
One of a kind.

And you like him.

Well, no.

Nobody gets him.

How do you like it here?

There's no better place I could be.

It feels like it's made for me.

Ana,

I suggest you paint in oils.

The waxes give your paintings
a naive look.

You should liberate
your subconscious

and paint with more depth.

I paint to forget, to escape.

I don't want depth.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Let's get out of here.

Do you want to go to sleep together?

Together?

Yes.

I can't sleep alone.

I suffer.

I sleep great.
I never dream.

Really?

Well, sometimes I daydream,

but never asleep.

I must have a door closed.

I wish I could do that.

Close the door.

Then we'll stay inside.

I have another door closed.

It might be the same one,

but I'd like to open it.

I've never been in love.

Me neither.

A home in the sky.

A garden in the sea.

A lark in your breast.

A new beginning.

A wish for the stars.

The beat of a sparrow.

An island in your bed.

The setting sun.

Time and silence.

Screams and songs.

Skies and kisses.

Voices and pain.

Born to your laughter.

Raised in your tears.

Living on your back.

Dying in your arms.

Time and silence.

Screams and songs.

Skies and kisses.

Voices and pain.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you.

I get anxiety attacks

at night.

We agreed to sleep together
so I could help you.

You can't.

Yes. But right now
all you see is black.

No, I don't live in darkness.

I live in the brightest light.

Sometimes

I see the end...
and that's when I see nothing.

There's nothing there!

Yes, there is.

It's useless!
Life is a waste of time!

You and I met each other.

Wait.

You'll see it's not
a waste of time.

Did you know Justine
keeps 60% of our work?

What do you think?

It doesn't really bother me.

After all, she's the one
who brought us here.

Why are you in such a daze?

Something's up.

I can smell it.

Well, well.

That smile is a yes.

Go on, tell the eye.

The exceptional male.

You're kidding.

Unbelievable.

You're too much.

So what's he like?

He's not a dick with feet,
you were right about that.

That's too bad, because in bed
you would want him to be.

He's a lot more.

He's a lot more...

Is he fair game now, or are you
keeping him for yourself?

I have a story for you as well.
And he isn't exactly a rapist.

Did you film that?

A freelance job.

I don't believe in God.
I believe in Woman, my only goddess.

So you're trading being a whore
for being a goddess.

Absolutely.

- Lucas really suits you.
- You think?

Where's your sultan?

Studying.

Studying?

Or resting?

"Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic."

What's your country like?

I've never been.

I've only seen it on a map.

We Saharans are not allowed
to live in our country.

Why not?
Wasn't it a Spanish colony?

Yes,

but 30 years ago Spain
turned it over to Morocco,

which invaded us,
expelled us to the Algerian desert

and built a mine-infested wall

with the help of the United States.

So where are you from?

I was raised

in an Algerian refugee camp,
in the Hamada Desert,

one of the most barren areas
on the planet.

Winters are freezing

and in summer temperatures
can reach 140 degrees.

In my language, to damn someone
to the depths of hell you say,

"May God send you to the Hamada."

- Are these your parents?
- No.

Look.

This is my mother.

She died beside my father
fighting the Moroccans.

She was a Berber.

My father was a bidan.

My mother fought beside him
for love.

- Is this you?
- Yes.

I'm an orphan of war,

just like all these others.

Never seen your country!

No. And it's even recognized
by the United Nations.

Are you political?

Everything I do is so that someday
I can help my people.

I hope with all my heart
you find a way.

With...

your molecular biology

or whatever you want.

When we run out of biology,

we lose everything.

Only biology can make sense
of our soul.

We must find a way to make
our biology last forever.

You'd better start studying.

Do you want you and me
to last forever?

Yes.

Great!

We have so much time left!

I finally found you.

Dear Cave Monster,

I've been taken by a man.
Finally.

I feel like I'd loved him all along,

but that I'd lost him.

Dearest daughter,

This is the greatest news
you have written me.

I've been repeating it
in my mind all day.

Congratulations on your discovery

that love is an ancient treasure.

I have no maternal instinct.

Why? How do you know?

Because I want Said

all to myself,
with no kids in the way.

Well, Lucas has me...

feeling pretty motherly.

It's not your style.

Life is full of contradictions.

And women even more so.

Lobster for five.

- And the usual white wine.
- Thank you.

That's Jovoskaya,
a psychologist and an expert

in hypnosis.

She's an authority in the U.S.

Grizzly beast,
you never told me about this.

Ana, what's wrong?

It's okay, my love.

I'm falling.

You're getting smaller and smaller.

I'm with you!

Don't let go of me.

Your hand!

See? I won't let go of you.

Where are we?

This is a dream!

Linda.

- I had a dream.
- Really?

How are you?

I'm fine.

What are you doing here?

You were in bad shape last night.

Don't you remember?

The lobsters...

You got really sick.

You were in agony.
It was like you were getting killed.

Why isn't Said here?

He's gone.

We looked everywhere last night
and there's no sign of him.

I'll talk to Justine, she'll know.

Justine left for Paris

early this morning.

I'll check his room for a note.

Ana, I already checked.

It's bizarre.
All his stuff is gone.

I stayed to tell you myself.

Said was in my dream.

In the first dream I've ever had.

That's a good sign.

Sure.

Ana, last night

the guy at the next table
hypnotized you.

First Jovoskaya,
that psychologist, came over.

Then she said her pupil
would be better.

He asked if he could take you aside.

He said he put you to sleep
in a hypnotic dream.

Please don't leave me like this.

I'll never understand it.

Look, Ana.

The guy who hypnotized you
was very interested in you.

He gave me his phone number
and insisted we call him.

Then call him.
He might know about Said.

Hi, this is Linda, Ana's friend...

The girl you hypnotized last night.

- She just woke up and...
- I'd like to hypnotize her again.

It's crucial, especially for her.

Ask her on my behalf.

She says yes. When?

Right now, if possible.

The impression is fresh.
It will be easier.

Know anyone who speaks Arabic?

Yes, Said.

Ana,

don't worry.
You'll understand.

Understand what?
Why Said left?

He was there when I hypnotized you.
He helped me.

Helped you what?

- Until he got scared.
- Why?

Ana, do you have memories
that aren't from your life?

Or visions of events
you haven't experienced?

Do you feel like you've lived
other lives before this one?

Before I met Said, never.

Last night you spoke to Said
in Arabic.

But he wouldn't translate for me.

Hey...

I'm hypnotizing you
because you want me to.

Do not be afraid.

You can choose if you want

to be conscious during the hypnosis
and remember everything

- or be unconscious.
- Unconscious, please.

Find what you need

and tell me about it later.

I only care about Said

and his disappearance.

Ana,

last night you and I established
a hypnotic relationship.

Whenever you hear me count from ten

to zero, and only with your consent,

you'll enter step by step into

a hypnotic sleep.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three...

Ana.

I can't believe
you don't speak Arabic.

What?

You spoke to me in beautiful Arabic.
Hassaniya.

Said's language,

the Saharan language.

We saw you die in the desert.

With him?

You spoke to him
as he died in your arms.

What did I say?

We couldn't understand.

You were crying.

A lot, look at yourself.

And how...

did I die?

Birds.

Ana.

I'd like to stay close to you
for a while.

To search your subconscious.

I can help you, Ana.

I think you carry an abyss
inside of you.

Dear Cave Dweller,

It's taken me longer to write
because too much has happened to me.

Justine has left the third floor
for Linda and me...

and a new friend
who we call Anglo

because of his accent.

He's from Los Angeles.

Said disappeared one night

without telling me why.

He's left a void inside of me.

I got his room.

Who better than me
to live in the desert?

They're knocking

but I won't let them in.

They're knocking...

and Anglo will open for me.

I trust him.

Did you know about my doors?

Dearest Ana,

Seeing you like this saddens me,
but look...

It's part of the risk
of leaving home.

Keep in mind these small mishaps
will help you in life.

That's the point,

knowing how to live
to know how to die.

As far as visiting me,
hold off for now. Stay there.

I can't help you right now,
nor should I.

You have to resolve it alone.

He doesn't want me to go!
I can't believe it...

I don't get your whole door thing,

explain it better
in your next letter.

I'd never seen it snow before.

I mustn't forget to tell you
about it.

This is the second tallest mountain
in the world. K2.

- And this is Five-Mile-High Ana.
- What?

You climbed this mountain
70 years ago

and it's more than 6 miles high.

Your lover was a married man who
promised to leave his wife for you.

When you stopped believing him

you went mountain climbing
with four feminists.

It's always the same problem
with men.

You can't trust them.

Especially the conscientious ones,
they're the worst. Like my Lucas.

He's fucked everyone.

I think maybe even Justine.

I've caught them gazing.

- Not Justine.
- Why not? He's horny enough.

Always kissing up to us calling us
goddesses just to get in our pants.

- Back to the rapist theory.
- Basically.

But we're not the whores
we used to be.

So I'm through with men

and we're off to the mountain,
partner.

You were the first women in history
to climb that high.

But you didn't come down.

I saw you freeze to death.

Ana, I have it on tape.

But this time it's a sweet death.

Ana,

I think all those horrible visions
might go away if you saw the videos.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Bonjour, everyone.

How is Ana's hypnosis going?

Fine, easier and easier.

But she still won't watch herself.

Anglo can hypnotize me
all he wants, but...

I'd rather see as little
as possible. There's so much pain.

Too many sexist bastard rapists
in your life.

Well, in your lives.

Some day you'll want
to know everything,

and it will be good for you.

You'll be able to watch it.

The videotapes of the hypnosis
are yours,

you know that.

Can I see the last one?

I came to the mountain
to forget you.

No,

I came to the mountain
to get your attention.

To meet you up here,

but you haven't come.

I've abandoned my life.

I came here to see

if you'd abandoned yours as well.

Your wife,

your children...
for me.

I'm freezing...

I'm alone now.

I saw my friends die.
Nobody will see us.

It's okay, Ana. It's me.

I'm here to rescue you.

I'm slipping away...

but I see you.

You smile...

It's so sad!

Thanks for coming.

I can't take it.

You're so sweet...

What are you doing?

Come on!

Go, blondie!

No wonder you're horny,
you're still faithful to that jerk

who took off without saying a word.

Have I ever been a man?

So far you've only been women,

and young women at that.

That means I've always died
tragically

and never a natural death.

So the less I know, the better.

Anglo...

Have you ever taken
advantage of me?

During hypnosis.

I mean sexually.

No, never.
Of course not.

I believe you.

Actually, I wouldn't mind
if you did take advantage of me,

since I wouldn't remember anyway.

Go right ahead if you like,
you have my consent.

I'd rather do it with you awake.

That's what I'd really like.

Only if I'm hypnotized.

Dear Cave Father,

You're right.

I'd better not come home
until I've solved my problems.

Don't worry about the doors.
I'm fine.

Ana, this has been
our best session by far.

Your lives are leading us
further into the past.

Not my lives. My deaths.

How long was I under?
I'm starving.

One day.
But you had lunch and dinner.

Not much, but...

I'm nude.

I bathed you last night.

You were soaked in sweat.

Two important people saw you.

Giants in the field of hypnosis.

One came from Russia
and the other from Mexico.

They showed me new paths.

Ana, your case is unique.

We've found lives inside you
that date back

a thousand years.

Some of them you hardly

speak of, but others

are fascinating stories.

And there's more to uncover.

I think we should go all the way.

Back to the beginning.

Why is all this happening to me?

I don't know if you were
all those women,

or if you somehow,
through hypnosis,

establish contact with them,

or with their memories...

sometimes even only images...

But one thing is clear,

they're a part of you.

That's your chaos, Ana.

Then who am I?

If my dreams aren't even my own?

Why don't I dream asleep
like other people?

Because you're afraid of yourself...

secretly.

Since you can establish contact
with other lives

lost in time...

turn around and look at them.

I have a request.

Something different.

I want to be hypnotized
while conscious.

That's a good step.

But for now only back to the Sahara,

when I lived there with Said.

And I want to remember.
Not my death,

but my happy moments with him.

I'll film it.

No, don't.

I'll record it right here.

This is intimate stuff.

Now, as I count from ten

to seven,

with each number
your body gets stiffer

and heavier.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven...

Your whole body is stiff,
tight and heavy.

But only your body is like this.

Your spirit is weightless.

You can separate the two
if you like.

Leave your body here in bed.

Now I'll count from six to four

and you won't feel
your body anymore.

Six, five, four...

Your eyes will be open
while you are hypnotized.

The more you see,

the more hypnotized you will be.

Now I want you to imagine

you're walking on a mountainside.

The sea is on one side...

You're looking for the entrance
to a cave.

One cave in particular.

You feel the breeze on your face

and you hear the sound of the waves.

Suddenly there it is.

It's your cave, Ana.

You go inside.

There's nobody else there.

You see the walls
are covered with doors,

closed doors.

Your subconscious

will choose a door.

Stand before the door you chose.

Now open it carefully.

You're going in.

And when I count from three

to zero

you'll appear in another space

and time of your choice.

Three, two,

one, zero.

Is it the life you chose?

Yes, it's the Republic of Sahara.

- My country.
- How old are you?

I don't know.
I'm a little girl.

What's your name?

Saida.

A man on a camel...

It's my father.

I'm lost

and he's come for me.

Okay, we're going to move forward

through Saida's life.

I'll count again from three to zero

and you let your unconscious mind

choose an important memory.

Three, two,

one, zero.

Where are you now, Saida?
How old are you?

Something's happening to me.

We're at war.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

People are taking care of me.

Are you injured?

I know.
I'm about to give birth.

Is your husband there?

No.

I don't see him.

Yasir!

It hurts!

I had his child.

Congratulations, Saida.

Now I'm going to count
from three to zero.

Let your subconscious take us
to another moment

of your choice.

Wait, please.

A mother is also born.

I'm the luckiest man.

Thank you, Saida.

Thank you.

Yasir!

This is the happiest day of my life!

Three, two,

one, zero.

Where are you now, Saida?

I'm in a prisoner camp.

Moroccan soldiers are watching us.

Why isn't my son with me?

I remember now.

A soldier took my son away.

It's Yasir.

He's here to rescue me.

No!

Get me out of here, please.

It's okay.

You're almost out.

Three, find the door to the cave...

Two, leave the cave...

One, everything goes black.

Zero.

You're back.

Fucking hell.

That bastard father of mine
left my mother in the street.

He had an individuality attack.

He sold our place in Cadiz
and bought a sailboat.

I really can't stand men.

I can't take anymore.
That's it.

I've nothing left to give to a man.

Not a drop.

Ana, to hell with this macho world

that has us rotting inside.

Women are on their own when
it comes to being conscientious.

And forget about Said already.

Think of yourself, damn it.

Take what's inside you seriously.

What you don't want to see
must mean something.

I'm using it for a montage.

Try to understand.

ANA'S LIVES

Know what gets me most
about my dad?

The bastard bought his boat back.

The Linda.

He's getting it ready
to sail solo to New York.

Ana.

I have news about your father.

- He's getting evicted.
- From the cave?

Yes.

Who told you?

Friends of yours. Valencians.

The San Juans.

Your father is living with them.

I'm going. My dad can't live
out of his cave.

He'll get used to it, you'll see.
Living alone in a cave is no fun.

That's why he didn't want me
to visit.

He's fighting with some politician
and he didn't want me to worry.

Ana, there's no time to lose.

Your father needs you
as soon as possible.

I know, he'll never get in a car,
not even yours.

Let's go.

Ana...

Your father is ill.

Isn't your local festival
this time of year?

He didn't want you to see him

until he felt better.

But he has cancer, Ana.

And now he knows he's dying.

Because I left.

- Don't say that.
- Fine, I won't say it.

But I'll always think it.

He wants to dance with you,
like when you were little.

Hold me tight, Maria.

Hold me tight.

Tonight's the coldest night,

and I can't sleep.

Hold me tight, Maria.

Hold me tight.

I'm scared

and I have nowhere to go.

Tomorrow when you wake

I'll be far away.

It's nothing to worry about,

I've been through worse.

In case I never see you again,

forget I made you suffer.

If I disappear I don't want

anyone to remember who I was.

Hold me tight, Maria.

Hold me tight.

Tonight's the coldest night

and I can't sleep.

Hold me tight, Anita.

Hold me tight.

I'm scared

and I have nowhere to go.

You've made me the happiest man

in the whole world.

Hold me tight.

I'll be back for you some day,

we'll run away together.

Hold me tight, Maria.

Hold me tight.

I'm scared

and I have nowhere to go.

I'm scared

and I have nowhere to go.

I'm alone and I'm happy, damn it!

Free!

I'm free!

Linda!

Linda, is that you?

Trying to punish me?

Well, you've succeeded.

Ismael, you don't know me.

I'm Ana.

What else are you?

Well, I'm your stowaway.

We'll have to make do.

But I can help you.

I don't want a fucking stowaway!

Sorry, it was me.

I grabbed the rope when I came out.

This is my boat.

- You snuck inside me.
- I know.

I heard you were going
to New York and...

Linda!

I'm a friend of Linda's!

Dear Cave Monster,

Here I am, in the Atlantic.

The souls of the dead
don't go anywhere, do they?

All they can do is fly away
to enter the living.

I don't want to fly away.

My only wish is to stay with you.

You're a friend of Linda's?

You said that in the water.

Is that why you came back for me?

No.

Want to know what your daughter
thinks of you?

Don't believe all you hear about me.

I was living with her.

What time is it there?

I'm only interested in here and now.

Me, too.

From now on.

Hold on!

Don't let go!

I'd never spent so much time
with a man before.

A man who isn't my father.

Tomorrow we arrive at
the Port of Manhattan.

I want to dock in New York
a few months.

New York, new life.

Then I'll follow the coast south.

Take my time. To Brazil.

I'll rent out the boat for money.
With a crew.

Stay with me
and I'll teach you to sail.

I have no idea what I want to do.

Play it by ear.

Sorry I'm not your Prince Charming.

Well, almost.

You're always close.

How did you find me?

Linda's father.

I was just with him on his boat.

Will you continue the voyage?

- Why are you here?
- I'm sorry, Ana.

I absolutely had to see you.

We've done a lot of research.

You have?

For the last session,

- to reach the origin.
- What's the point?

Look where I am now.

This is New York.

The most open city in the world.

Far away from your life,

right? But the funny thing is,

you've never been closer to yourself
than you are right now.

Running away brought you back
to your beginning.

How will I die this time?

Ana, look at me.

I couldn't wait to see you.

You're so dear to me.

I'll see him again, won't I?

We've entered the Indian
reservation.

Look, Beast.

It's a cave.

I was anxious to see you again, Ana.

You broke my heart when you left
without saying goodbye...

I understood,

but I also felt guilty.

Why are you here now?

To help you understand,
if you let me.

- I have to go back even further?
- Yes.

2000 years.

What's wrong, Ana?

It hurts.

Then we'll go outside.
You must feel

comfortable above all else.

Something happened to you here
and it's still near the surface.

She realized as well.

What happened?

We're not exactly sure.

That's why I've brought you here.
Come.

Mother, Mother, Mother...

of Good Men!

Of Good Men!

She wants you to pick it up.

Trust her, Ana.

There's nothing mystical about me.

Come on, Ana.
We're on your side.

Ana, do not be afraid.

We're together again.

Now say my name, you know me.
Say it.

Osdad Ciaca.

That was your name.

I got it right the first time.

To your people,
the Goddess of Life.

How old was I
when I was exterminated?

22.

How scary.

I'm still 21.

I am alive, inside of you.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five...

We're preparing a surprise for you

from Madrid.

Hi, Ana.

Well, first of all,

I miss you a lot,
there's no doubt about that.

What else?
Things have changed around here.

My mother sleeps
in your bed now.

She said to thank you.

She knows you're with my dad,

on his boat,

the Linda.

But anyway,

she says she's much better off
without him,

which she didn't know,
so good for her.

As for me,

you'll laugh but...

I'm back with Lucas,

so...

it's back to being a goddess.

Shared, of course,

but I'm used to the idea.
As for you,

follow the wind.

- They say "a following wind."
- Whatever.

That's it.

Ride it.

Ride the wind,

my dear friend.

My dearest friend...

My bird friend.

Osdad Ciaca.

Stop it, please.

Ana,

it was the man you loved
who dethroned you.

He killed the goddess
and your people fell into a war

among brothers.

Show her the ending.

He's dressed up as a bird.

His brothers will be angry.

Dressed like that,
I won't go with you.

Your pride sickens me.

Put down that hatchet right now!

Don't be a savage!

Strike me again...

and you'll lose me forever.

Ana,

now, dying, is when she glows,

when she achieves wisdom.

And she speaks to you.

You have to listen to her.

I'm scared.

Then be brave.

But I'm not.

Ana,

down deep you are brave,
the bravest of all.

Your consciousness of humanity is
developed, but through the feminine,

which is the life instinct,

not the death instinct.

You have to open yourself up
and explore it.

I don't have to do anything.

Whatever you say, princess.

I'm free.

And I never liked mothers.

The tape is yours.
It's up to you.

You must have a purpose in life.

You have to find it.

I have no purpose, period.

Anglo, hypnotize me for the rest
of the trip, please.

Ten,

nine, eight,

seven, six,

five,

four, three,

two, one, zero.

You're going to relax

because you've had a very rough day.

Empty your mind.

I understand you, my love.

I understand you.

I open in two hours.

And you're way too late.

But I can make you a crepe.

What flavor?

Sugar.

How did you get here?

Justine.

She found me and told me
where you were.

- Is this yours?
- No.

It's a friend's.

How are things?

Fine, I'm trying to live my life.

If they let me live this one.

This is the present.
You're stepping on it, Said.

No. Stay where you were.

Please.

This place is ideal for me.

Yes.

It seems made for me.

What about you?
How was Guantanamo?

Guantanamo?

For all I knew, since you left
without saying a word...

Ana,

I've come to ask your forgiveness.

Ana,

after your attack,

which we all saw,

I had another,
which nobody saw.

And I saw why I couldn't help you,
how I would hurt you.

You spoke to me in Arabic.
What did you say?

How did I answer?

That night you realized
it's not over

when biology runs out.

Our souls have another
biological sense.

You said that there's nothing

in the end.
It's the opposite.

We accumulate.

Death fills, not empties.

Let's go for a walk.

So how did it end up?

Did you make biology last longer?

No.

Do you think if we didn't die we'd
be capable of loving passionately?

I don't want to live forever.

I just want to live with you.

That's my wish.

And that's my window.

Don't worry, it's all right.

I'm sorry.

Is there another woman?

Forgive me,

I shouldn't ask that.

What matters is we found each other.

Let's start a life together
right now.

Where should we go?

To your desert?

Okay. "May God send us
to Hamada."

Hamada.

Anyway,

even if we die again together,

devoured by birds...

You know what happened,
don't you?

What I'm saying is,
I'm going with you.

Anywhere you want.

Come on, say yes.

It'll be the happiest day
of my life.

Ana,

I wasn't Yasir,

the Saharan you were in love with.

Why not?
How do you know?

I'm Said, his son.

And also the son of Saida.

My parents were prisoners
in a Moroccan camp.

A soldier took your son away.

My mother was a well-known Berber.

She came from way back

and possessed energy
from other wise women,

Amazigh women

that came before her.

That's why the Moroccans
let the birds eat her alive.

They thought her soul
would be released

into the air.

The only thing of hers
returned to my people

was this ring.

So I was your mother.

Your grizzly beast of a mother.

Just as well you weren't with us.

I saw him.

It's him, I know it is.

Who?

The big shot eating
in the private room.

It's one of those fuckers
who made up

the fucking war in Iraq

that killed our little Paco.

We're here, Ana.
Don't be afraid.

We'll go together, all together.

We're all behind you.

Italian?

Italian-American.

Wait!

The other half is for you,

He sucked it.

I love Italians.

You're playful.

When I want to be.

What about you?

With women I like.

And with men you like,
what do you do...

Do you send them to war,
so they get killed?

I didn't invent war.

Wars were invented by
men like you.

But I'm sure that you
are good at heart.

You can't be that bad.

I feel it on my lips.

You've got something good,

Even if you don't believe it.

Where are you from?

Spain.

Hispanic?

Yeah, sweetie.
We know it's all the same to you.

In a half hour.

Suite 2000.
Wait for me at the door.

In an hour,

I still have work to do.

I'm doing it for you,

so they don't suspect.

And you, wait here for me.

I'll be right back.

Come here, you hispanic beauty.

Spain.

I'm Spanish.
In Europe, yes, below France.

Oh, you're European!

Yes.

In this life, but...

I've also been North American.

- Really?
- Yep,

a real North American.

Indian.

And...

a little while ago,

in another previous life,

- I was Arab.
- Arab.

I can speak Arabic.

You're...

not a terrorist, are you?

Do I look like a terrorist?

I'm a sexual terrorist.

So, blow me!

But I'm not a whore.

I'll pay you, if that's what you want.

No.

Your market isn't mine.

I'm here because I want to be,

even though you don't believe it,

and I'm going to give myself to you.

Because,

you're obviously...

...not the kind who gives.

You're the kind...

...who takes.

All women are whores.

And all men are fucking rapists.

Yeah!

I just know that if I pay you, you'll
do it better.

If you want,
I'll pretend I don't want to fuck

and you can rape me.

You smell wonderful!

I'll taste better.

What is this!
Is this shit?

It's a poetic act,
it's not important.

Who the fuck are you,
you don't get to shit on me!

Fuck it, I'm sorry. I was mistaken.

I thought you had something good
inside you, but you don't.

Yeah?

Yeah, well fuck you, you little cunt!

Stop her!
Stop her, goddammit!

Don't let her get away!

Don't obey him, let's get
out of here!

Turn her around!

Turn her around, goddammit!

She's Arab. We've got a fucking
terrorist!

You fucking witch!

Even if you kill me 2000 times...

I shall be born again.

You can never defeat me,

because I am the mother
of good men.

I will engender
an army of children

who will become... Good Men.

This column is Doric.

And I am Greek.

TO MY SISTER ANA
WHO LEFT

TO MY DAUGHTER ANA
WHO CAME

Ana's paintings were painted by
Ana Medem between 1989 and 2001.

The adaptations are
by Sofia Medem.