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Congratulations.
Yeah? What do you mean?
I can tell you're following the treatment.
You know I have, Andreu.
Like clockwork, every morning, I take my pills at the exact same time.
The viral load is much lower, almost undetectable.
Here you go.
It's for two more months.
Keep taking care of yourself. You are on the right path.
A path with no end in sight.
Aren't you happy?
No.
I mean, it's… it's nice what you said, you know?
But, I have what I have.
Pol, you are getting used to a treatment, that is not easy.
You have to continue to do this so you have a normal life.
Define "normal life" for me.
No, I mean, I don't like the concept to "normal" to begin with,
but what exactly do you mean by "a normal life"?
Should I tell people about it?
Can I fuck without worrying? Can I be in a relationship?
I mean, should I explain to my partner what's going on, just like that…
There are plenty of people who live with HIV.
If it's undetectable, it means you won't transmit the virus.
Even if you fuck without condoms.
I know, I know,
but I'll have to go through telling the guy I like that I have AIDS.
Because that's what people are gonna think: AIDS.
Look, I understand you're anxious, but you have two options here:
construction…
or destruction.
Destruction. Damn, Andreu, why do you use words like that?
I'm not the enemy.
If you want to start a relationship with someone you care about…
you have to tell them.
A normal life, in my case, is having to live with fear.
NORMAL LIFE
He's home.
Hello!
I'm heading out right away, okay?
Hey, hey, where did you go so early?
You left at seven this morning.
You come back and you leave again?
I went to get some class notes from a friend.
Sit down, Pol. Sit down and eat a little, you look terrible.
Well, turns out I'm all good.
At your age, you need to eat, dammit!
Everything okay at school?
Yeah, yeah. I got the scholarship!
-That's great, congratulations! -Wow, I didn't know.
When did you find out about it?
A few days ago.
It's really evident.
He must be depressed,
otherwise he would have told me about the scholarship.
How can I possibly go to work today knowing Pol is sick?
I have been answering this question for days now…
and putting up with your fears.
And I understand, okay?
But, honestly, I'm getting tired of this.
So what?
Do I give him time to tell me?
No. You have to give yourself time to understand.
After the accusations against Michael Jackson
about his alleged sexual abuse of minors,
should we keep listening to his music?
I don't think so.
Let's see, raise those little hands up.
Those against Michael, light up your torches
and take to the streets to set the myth on fire.
Michael Yes or Michael No?
You, this one, with your hand up so high.
Tell me why I can't do the moonwalk while I'm doing my vacuuming?
Okay.
Because that guy was a sick guy.
And every time you open Spotify and listen to one of his songs,
you are condoning the stuff he did.
On top of that, his heirs make money.
Do you think it's fair at all
to judge someone's artistic work based only on their private life?
-Sure. -Yeah.
Mm, no.
But wait a minute, one minute.
Works of art have a reality independent of the artist.
I agree. It's too radical to ban a work of art
just because the artist didn't lead an exemplary life, you know.
I'm sure history is full of imperfect geniuses.
Off the top of my head, Caravaggio.
He killed someone in a brawl.
What should we do with his paintings?
Should we destroy them?
Yes or no?
Ah, of course not.
Oh, hold on a second, are we condoning murder now?
It's clear. We have to separate the work from the artist.
If Michael Jackson abused your son,
would you still separate the work from the artist?
Yeah, because you can't let your emotions interfere with justice.
Or we all end up on the bonfire.
So, basically you think a child molester making money from his art is okay?
I think he should be tried and that he should pay.
Rai, I agree with you.
Let's judge people only by their actions and leave their art alone.
Everyone is an expert giving morality lessons, fuck that.
Oh, oh, he's getting mad, he's getting mad.
Of course I'm getting mad, Biel.
I mean, these cool cell phones that you use
are probably made in Chinese factories that exploit children.
And the big clothing brands are the same, they're in Thailand, Cambodia,
because they can pay peanuts.
And on top of that, they violate their workers' rights.
But who's willing to acknowledge that and stop buying these brands?
No one. Everything is rotten.
I don't know anyone with clean hands.
I do. My grandma.
But how do you know, Oti?
What if your grandma got her kicks
by stoning bunnies to death when she was little?
-Mm? -Wow, dude.
-What are you doing here? -I was looking for you.
You working today?
Hmm… no.
Then come with me to Empordà.
What?
What's going on in Empordà?
Nothing, I have to go to my parent's. We'd be back tomorrow.
Seriously. Wi-with your parents?
If we knew each other little more, I'd think fine, sure, but…
But I don't know if it shouldn't be the other way around.
And what would be the natural order?
I won't say you're my boyfriend since you're not.
-Okay? -No… no.
So, I want them to meet Lucky
and I thought maybe you could come with me.
But… no worries, never mind.
I'll tell Lucky it's clear you don't love him.
I have a meeting with the dean about the debate in the main hall.
Oh.
And we would be there until tomorrow?
Yes.
There are plenty of spare beds, you can sleep wherever you want.
No, no, no, I'm not worried,
I just don't know whether if it's normal or…
Well, I don't know, that depends. What does "normal" mean to you?
Alfonso.
I was planning to read in this room right now.
I'll be done in a minute, madam.
Do you feel better?
Yeah. Yes, yes.
It was only that night, yeah.
Anyway, what were you doing here?
Fluffing the pillow cushions, so there aren't any dents.
You mean, from my butt?
Anyone's butt, madam.
It's always better to have the cushions fluffed…
in case there are visitors.
You shouldn't worry about visitors.
There are more urgent things to do.
All right.
I'll go do the ironing then, there's a lot of laundry to do.
No. No, I already told Herminia, she can take care of that.
From now on, that will be her responsibility.
Excuse me…
ironing was my duty, you said so on my first day.
How come you are so upset about not being able to go to the ironing room?
Let's be clear.
You're saying this because I tried on that suit the other day.
That's quite obvious.
I tell you, I had no intention of stealing it.
Okay. So you were just playing dress up, right?
Come on, be quick. I need the room.
-But, madam… -Quickly, please.
If I were Catalan, I'd definitely vote yes to independence.
It's a complex issue. Outsiders don't get it.
Yeah, I know. I think it's the same in the United States.
Everybody thinks we're totally crazy.
-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hmm.
But here in Spain, they don't realise that even on the old continent,
everybody needs to go to therapy.
Mm-hmm.
Give it up, Arni.
I won't have an orgasm.
As you wish.
But one last time?
Can't we try?
No. Besides, it's not okay to fuck around with your housemate.
Maybe not in America.
But it's different here in the old continent.
Arni, oh, please.
It's a real pity.
Because I also have…
hair on my belly, you know.
What do you mean Pol won't be here?
Apparently, something unexpected came up.
How cheeky.
Uh… But, it's okay because I remember what he and I talked about.
Yeah. Now you know how unreliable the electricians are in Girona.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Well then.
I guess now you can explain a little better
what you planned for the debate we might have, right?
Well, we will have it, for sure.
Um, we have many ideas.
He reminds me of me when I started.
I always had exciting ideas for the professors.
Look, kid, if we do the debate,
I think it should be… something dynamic, hmm?
We don't want to become a lightning rod for ridicule. Hmm?
The debate will be great, Vidal. Don't worry.
Yeah, sure. I mean, I don't doubt it, Octavi.
But, look here, kid. I had a great teacher who told me
something very important.
If you want to succeed in life, you need three things:
Talent…
responsibility and, uh…
Effort?
Effort!
Okay.
Here we are.
Hey, you like it?
-Here. -Thanks.
Wow, that's quite a house.
Hello?
Come on.
Are they here?
Leave me be, goddamn it!
Yeah, they're here.
-Hello! -Jesus, come on, Dad!
-I don't want any sun. -You're gonna get cold.
Come on. Leave him if he wants to be there.
Fine, stay there.
That's it, grandpa. You stay here in the shade.
Of course.
And this dog?
This is Lucky.
-I finally got one. -Oh…
We'll see how long this one lasts.
-How cute. -Hey, Mom.
She doesn't mean the dog.
-Ooh, you're handsome. -This is Pol.
Mariona, my mom. Valenti, my grandpa.
-Nice to meet you. -Here, take this.
You'll help me. Let's go.
You wanted to come, right?
And you go see your father.
-Here, grandpa. Take Lucky. -Oh, yes.
-Stay here. -Yeah.
Come here, handsome.
You are so handsome.
Oh, good boy.
You never get tired of Bach, huh?
Bach is not like today's music.
You don't get tired after listening to it ten times.
-I heard voices. -Yeah.
I brought the greyhound and a new friend.
Already?
Yeah, why?
The ceremony is tomorrow.
I didn't skip work, if that's what you want to know.
Today I started at six so I could finish early and come here.
Yeah. And I used to eat breakfast at six
when I spent all night working at the studio.
Yeah, Dad, you did more, you always did more.
Your mother asked me to use a conciliatory tone…
but I don't know how.
I already know you don't like me, so don't worry.
You have some balls.
You want me to work like you and that's impossible.
You are too good, and I am not up to it.
If you only loved your job.
Dad, you don't have to be nice to me, but…
can you at least be nice to my friend?
-More? -Yes, yes, of course.
We need a deep hole to fit the tree's root ball.
Sure.
Axel must really like you if he invited you out here to a funeral.
What's that?
Oh, he didn't tell you?
Who passed away?
My mother would've been 90 tomorrow.
So we got her a tree.
A liquidambar. It has lovely red leaves in winter.
That's nice.
The tree was Daniel's idea.
-Daniel? -Yes, Axel's ex-boyfriend.
Come on. A little bit more.
Pol!
What?
Come here!
Give it here, I'll finish it.
Axel, if you go out, don't be late!
Nando and Celia are coming over for dinner!
Okay!
Here. You take this one.
Dude, you didn't tell me about your grandma's ceremony.
Yeah.
I don't know, I thought maybe it would freak you out and you wouldn't come.
You really wanted me to be here, huh?
I love that you're here with me.
Then what about Daniel?
Fuck, Mom!
-My mom, right? -Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.
-An ex-boyfriend. -Yeah.
-You don't have ex-boyfriends? -No.
-I haven't had that much time. -Oh, wow!
So now you're saying I'm old?
That's great, I'm old. Thanks, thanks.
-Come on, let's go. -Yeah, yeah, I guess.
-What's wrong? You don't want to? -Yeah, let's go.
If you don't want to, we can leave the bikes.
Yes, I want to. Lucky, you stay here.
I'm leaving with your owner, he doesn't want to see you.
Come on!
I don't know why the hell you're living in Barcelona
when you have this.
I don't want to live with my family.
Well, I live with my dad.
Maybe give it a few years.
Are you all right?
I haven't swum in the sea for so long.
No.
Dude, seriously?
It's so cold. Are you're crazy or what?
Stop!
Do you like my body?
I take care of myself.
You'd never know I'm sick at all, right?
What are you doing, Pol?
Are you okay?
I have HIV.
I don't know why the hell I'm telling you.
Maybe because I like you and…
and you have to know.
You're someone who understands things.
Well, I don't understand anything.
I don't have any idea why the hell this happened to me.
And you see this body that attracts you, because I saw how you looked at me.
I wish I didn't have it, man.
Because you want to run away from me.
I'd change my body because wherever I go HIV is still there.
And I take care of myself more than ever, and I eat well,
and I work out, and the doctor says everything is fine, but…
I'll have to get used to this so-called "normal life".
In my case, I can't tell anyone,
because, if I do tell someone, I'm no longer normal.
And I am so tired of growing up the hard way, Axel.
I can't even remember my own mother, damn it!
I've lost so many people.
When this happened, I told myself, "Fuck, Pol, you as well?"
Apparently, no, man. You can live with this.
But if you want to fuck someone, it's better to tell them.
That's what I've wanted to do since the day we picked Lucky up.
Look…
greyhounds are gloomy, but…
they quickly learn to be happy.
Maybe you have a little greyhound in you, Pol.
I hope so.
I promise to be more discreet in front of your family.
As long as you don't tell my father you can't stand classical music…
Alfonso, what are you doing here?
I am cleaning, madam, cleaning. Can't you see?
I already told you not to go near the ironing room.
I know what you told me.
And since you don't want me here…
in case I'm a thief, I'm wiping my fingerprints.
Maybe you want to give the police a call and they can arrest me now.
You are scary.
That's mean. That's mean and very offensive.
I already have enough problems, much bigger ones,
but the last thing I need is to be reported to the police.
I wasn't going to report you.
I know I offended you…
because I put on…
your late husband's suit, may he rest in peace.
All I did was simply opened that closet and come across Ali Baba's cave.
I couldn't even enjoy wearing it, because the trousers were too tight on me.
Fine, Alfonso, enough. It's all right, it's fine.
Look…
I feel…
you haven't wanted me here since the very first day.
By the way, I did not ask for the job. Rai offered it to me.
And if you are not comfortable with me being here,
I'll just collect my things and I will leave.
Don't be silly now.
You should go down to the cellar and clean the water stains off the wall.
They've been there for several days.
See you tomorrow.
María.
Yes? What?
Well, I don't know…
I'm just glad we're speaking again after you came to my house the other day.
-You remember? -Oh.
I don't know what I told you. Nonsense. Never mind.
And so… you're okay?
Yes, much better.
Fortunately, I changed my sponsor.
Well now, see you around, yeah?
See you.
Cheers.
There are no glasses in this university? Are they for real?
Fucking public schools. This doesn't happen in the private ones.
You know, I like it when you get destructive.
No, no, that's classists.
No, I am trying to build a better world, damn it.
Guys, the Cultural History exam is in two days.
-Let's… let's do a study group? -Yes, yes, I'm in.
Have you decided to turn your back on cheating?
I am serious, all right? I need to study and pass without cheating.
I mean, cheating with my phone is over.
I'll study hard. I've finally made up my mind about it.
-Very good. -That's the Socratic method, right?
I don't think it suits you.
Don't be a prick, Rai, you're making me insecure right now.
So, which method suits Oti better?
The Sophist method.
Copying without remorse because being fair isn't worth it.
Period. That's it.
You behave fairly, you get fucked in the ass.
In this world, assholes win.
Dude, you should take part in the debate we're doing.
I want to drink my beer in a glass. They better not give me a plastic one.
With all his talk, that guy is more bitter than Batman.
-I really love the wood floor, it's… -Yeah, me too.
It's original.
It might be original but it needs polishing.
Mom, don't start that.
Laura, if we don't rent it, that won't be why.
It's because the bathrooms are from the 80s.
And 1200 euros, frankly, is a rip-off.
It's Barcelona.
I don't care if it's Dubai.
Would you pay that for a small hole with a bad floor plan? Huh?
Then say hello to the owner for me. Let's go.
Dr Salvi to the 7th floor.
Paging Dr Salvi.
-Hi. -Hey, Glòria, sweetheart.
-What's up? How are you? -Very well.
-And you? -I'm fine.
Fine. I'm always on call, but you know I like being busy.
And this is Alfonso.
-Oh, hello. -Hi.
All right, well, I'm leaving. See you later.
You're not coming, Glòria?
No. No, no. Why don't you come with me?
Paging Dr Suarez, Dr Suarez…
Just make sure to take the pills.
-Do you smoke? -No, no.
A nurse that smokes. Don't tell anyone.
So, Alfonso, Glòria told me your son has HIV.
Yes, I mean, this looks really bad to me.
You want to know if your son's gonna die.
Well, if you put it that way.
Do you know how many patients with HIV we treat in this hospital?
Over 3,000.
Are they hospitalised? No.
They live their lives.
Some of them are happier than others, that's for sure.
But, as far as I know, your son is fine.
Yes, he's an optimistic person, but he has what he has.
Hmm. He has what he has,
but I'm telling you, he can live with this.
-Well, yes, but-- -But nothing, Alfonso.
You need to stop seeing him as a sick person.
One-one minute, Celia.
You know what, I don't quite understand you.
Do you have a problem with Mozart?
No way. He was a genius.
I want wine!
No, Dad, you're not having wine, not you.
The problem is so much perfection takes away the emotion.
-Mmm. -It doesn't come through.
It doesn't come through? We are not talking about diapers, damn it.
Don't you think his Requiem is emotional?
Don't touch his Mozart, Celia…
Oh, come on, we're just talking.
Would you let us talk? Or we can't have a conversation in this house?
Don't mention Bach. Bach is untouchable.
You shut up! You have no idea!
I'm thirsty. I don't want water.
Well, his Requiem is emotional,
you are right, but…
"The Magic Flute," for example. Hmm.
It's just amusing.
Did you hear that? Amusing.
You just described one of the most important operas
-of all time as "amusing". -Hmm.
That's crazy. Are you high on crack cocaine or something?
You get me, right, Aniol?
Pol. His name is Pol.
I will call him Aniol.
-All right. -So, do you like any classical music?
Just tell him you love chaconne.
Hey, don't you dare make fun of chaconne.
Joaquim…
-I want to die. -Don't make fun of chaconne.
Come on, enough, Dad. Dad, stop saying you want to die, old man!
Shit, otherwise, you don't pay any attention.
Pol studies Philosophy.
Ooh, I love it. I love it.
Yeah, sure, because Aristotle comes through, right?
There was a philosopher…
don't say I am making this up, huh?
But he predicted his own death.
I can't remember his name.
One of the old ones.
Democritus.
That one.
Hmm.
Did you add sauce?
You just won grandpa's heart.
-You like it? -Yes.
-It's good, right? -Is Daniel coming tomorrow?
-No. -Or is he still not feeling well?
No. Of course Daniel won't be coming, Grandpa.
Dad, you need to eat something.
I want wine because tomorrow I'll cry.
I don't know anything about Daniel. I haven't heard from him.
If you cry, it doesn't matter at all, Dad.
Of course it doesn't. That's why we're doing this,
to mourn grandma's death.
-Axel, Axel… -Hey, let him drink, damn it.
-He's sad about grandma. -Yes.
-You are old enough, right, Grandpa? -I'm older than a forest.
So when did your grandma die?
Uh…
eight years ago.
No kidding?
My grandpa didn't want to bury her ashes.
Damn…
-Are you serious, Axel? -Yes.
Shut the fuck up, man…
Yes, yes, yes. This is my grandma.
Dude.
Shit.
And so do you bring all of your dates here?
No. I don't bring my dates here.
But I did come here a lot with my ex.
The one that isn't well?
Depression, yes.
He talked about your ex in front of me with no problem.
I don't want to talk about him.
And how long were you two together?
We don't have to fuck. There's… there's no pressure, okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I know.
Are you… are you clean?
Do you get tested?
I don't have anything.
He told me he's gonna be spending the night…
uh, with a friend and that he should be back tomorrow.
Do you think he has his pills with him?
I'm sure he does.
We need to do the shopping tomorrow. The fridge is half empty.
I'll do it, don't worry about that.
Goodnight.
Young people today are supposed to, uh…
know everything there is about safe sex…
and how to prevent all of this.
Where was Pol after that?
What happened? Who did he get it from?
It was nice, huh? The ceremony?
Yeah.
You didn't want to put soil on the tree.
Well, didn't need to.
Was it because the tree was Daniel's idea?
What do you want to know? Tell me.
Axel, it's normal to ask. Your family seems to really love your ex.
I don't.
-How long were you together? -Seven years.
Mm-hmm.
And… and you lived together, too?
Yes. And then he got depressed and I left him.
Are you going to make me feel bad, like my parents do?
Dude, I am being honest with you, you can't really complain.
Excuse me, should I thank you for accepting me the way I am now?
All right. Thank you, Axel, for being so understanding.
Well, not everyone would be and I am.
And that's the truth.
But you just said to me--
-You are very sensitive now, Pol. -Yes, yes, I know, I am.
And that bothers you, because sick people drive you crazy.
What are you saying? Now you're playing the victim?
Let's see, do-don't you understand it makes me uncomfortable?
I mean, you had this perfect boyfriend, you had a life together,
then he got sick and you left him.
You've never lived with anyone, Pol.
So maybe shut up because you have no idea what that means.
Never mind, Axel,
never mind.
I am okay with you, but I don't think I'm right for you.
Maybe you should find someone else.
It won't be hard for you, right? Because you're so damn hot.
That way, you'll be able to find someone to fuck, instead of getting a blow job.
And don't worry about me, okay? I'll fuck someone someday.
Okay.
Okay, kid.
I'll drop you at the university, you must have homework to do.
No, really?
-You had vertigo again? -I thought I was gonna die.
-It felt absolutely horrible. -No wonder.
But, Vicky, you have to go see a doctor, and get checked out.
Get the surgery and then forget about it.
No! There isn't a cure. It happens from time to time.
The last one was over a year ago,
but luckily Alfonso went to the pharmacy to get me pills.
But what about the insurance?
Vicky, you have insurance, the doctor can come to your home.
Alfonso took very good care of me.
Well, I can understand that.
When you're all alone in life,
you prefer someone you know help you over some strange doctor.
This man doesn't know about medicine, and even if you are alone…
You enjoy telling me I'm alone!
But you two come here because you feel very lonely.
Excuse me, what about my Ferran?
Oh, really? Did your Ferran spend the night with you at the hospital
when you had eye surgery?
And how is your sister doing?
Ah, no. You don't speak to each other because of the inheritance.
That doesn't make you feel lonely?
No, this is about you not trusting Alfonso, all right?
Well, let me tell you something,
Alfonso is a much better person than either of you.
Descartes talks about a piece of wax
that has a size, a smell and a colour..
that are defining qualities.
But when you put the piece of wax next to the fire place,
all these qualities gradually disappear.
So do we still call it a piece of wax?
You okay?
If we define wax by its size, its smell and its colour,
we'd definitely say no, because it has changed.
But if we choose to define it by the wax itself,
that is to say, the substance of it,
then we'd say it's the same thing.
What Descartes says is that only with knowledge
can we capture the essence and identity of things.
Our senses will often trick us.
Why such contempt for the senses, huh?
Yeah, I totally agree.
It seems there is something moral or religious in the senses.
As if everything that's sensitive, everything you touch, like flesh,
gives pleasure and is related to sin.
See you later.
So? Have you calmed down?
Have I calm down? Some nerve, Pol.
All right, all right. You are right, I crossed the line.
I'm at a moment which is good and bad at the same time.
I'm here because I want to get a degree.
It was hard to get here.
I have to finish Philosophy and focus on one thing, you know?
And I am not that thing, I'm not in your plans.
Please don't say it that way.
Suit yourself.
But you need to know that I'll be your unfinished assignment.
Your daughter's outside, waiting for you.
Oh? She's here already?
Yes, she told me you are a little fed up with her.
-She told you that? -Yes.
She said she's giving you a hard time with the search.
I guess she's scared of living by herself.
Come on, cheer up. Enough bananas.
Now you'll have these.
So? Are you ready?
I don't know, honestly.
Now, you're having doubts?
The thing is they offered me a master's degree.
-Oh. -And I don't know.
You don't want them to know you joined the union.
Well, it's one thing to join the union and another one to plan a strike.
-You know what I mean? -Well, it's a bit late, Sílvia.
Oh, well, I don't know.
I don't know, Octavi, let me think about it.
Well, I'm off.
Oh, listen.
Want me to keep buying candy for Miss Bolaño?
-Does she like them? -She loves them.
I think they calm her down.
Then keep them coming.
And thank you so much for the favour.
There, there, there, there, there, there, there! Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot them! Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot them! Shoot!
Forget about the cheating professor.
Oh, yeah. No, it just annoys me.
I really love your Spanish omelette, Biel.
Hmm. Thanks.
And has anybody ever told you that you have really pretty eyes?
Oh, really?
That's nice.
You're-you're pretty, too.
Do you remember when you took the microphone at the party…
-That was crazy. -Don't remind me,
-no, how embarrassing. -I-I loved it.
No, shut up.
Can we not talk about that?
Oh, you have little hairs…
Yeah.
-Now. Now, now. -Yeah?
-Uh-huh. -Yes.
Oh! Yes, yes, yes, yes.
What?
Isn't Biel a housemate, too?
Shut up!
Oh! Oh, yeah.
Looking at you is incredible depressing.
Surrounded by people who need scholarships.
Rai, I love it when you make fun of poor people.
Why don't you just take a look at them?
Here in the dim light, all with sweaty faces.
Fed exclusively on candy bars from the vending machine.
Do you really feel like studying here?
What do you suggest?
Now this is a proper beer. Fuck. So good!
-Great idea, Rai. -Mmm.
This is great. I love this view so much.
We can study whatever you want up here.
Dude, Rai, think about joining the debate about love, seriously.
Love, you say.
I didn't even cry for my own dog.
I'm a materialistic being, Oti.
I'm insensitive.
Mmm.
Is love innate or learned?
Well, I think you're born with the capacity to love.
Well, nobody really taught me.
Love is…
sacrifice…
dependency, jumping through hoops…
lack of freedom…
letting the other person down…
Do you mind if I use what you just said?
-I'll say they were your words. -Don't credit him,
just copy him, like Octavi.
-We all do it. -Listen to Rai.
Cheat, steal, just have fun, life is weird and hard enough.
Suffering for wishing,
and suffering because you have what you wished for.
Oti, that's a sentence you need to steal, huh?
Yeah, yeah, I'll steal that one for sure.
That one isn't mine either, guys.
I get it, okay? That we are supposed to be as happy as possible
and we have to enjoy moments like this, but…
reality is different.
Life is so much harder than finishing a degree.