Guantanamero (Arritmia)

The salt water, it stings my mouth.

My body aches with a million blows

from the water's savage embrace,

but I am alive.

I swam into the hurricane and the sea spat me out.

I swam, I cannot believe,

the lightning, the wind. - Where are you going?

- The world exploding. - Where are you from?

When they find me they'll,

this man, will he turn me in?

What's he thinking, does he know?

I feel afraid, my eyes burn, my lungs hurt.

I feel, I feel a pain worse than death.

Okay.

Are you a member of Al-Qaeda?

No.

Are you a member of Al-Qaeda?

Are you a member of the Taliban?

What about your mama, is she still alive?

Look at me.

Do you know this man?

No, no.

What'd you say your name was again?

Mohamed.

What did you say your name was again?

Do you know this man?

No.

No!

Hey.

I heard you speaking.

You speak in dreams and you have fever.

Are you a prisoner?

I escape, in the storm.

Where I am?

- In Havana, my brother pick you up in the car

and then you got sick.

- I go tomorrow, I do not want to cause problems to you.

- Hi princess. - Hi.

You know I really missed you.

Why, you said you'd be fine without me.

I'm a liar,

but you know you said you were

only gonna be gone for four days.

So what happened?

Well you you know everything

got so complicated with the storm.

Surrounded by four walls,

endless hours, I can feel every moment as it passes,

like a heartbeat.

Beat, beat.

I wake, I eat, I wait, they had me back in a cage.

Back in a cage.

I wake, I eat, I wait and they had me,

beat, beat.

Always questions, the same questions, answers mean nothing.

Echoes in the darkness.

Every moment passing hurts.

Let's go.

I know you.

Before I see you in my dreams.

You look out window, think of me.

I know you.

You are my angel.

Do you have where to stay?

No.

And you don't know anybody in Havana?

I know you.

Okay, you can stay.

It's some more time.

I have to go.

Coercive interrogation.

Hey you.

You're up.

Get 'em up, turn around.

Hands back.

All clear sergeant, got it.

Interrogation.

Humiliation.

Fear.

The interrogators aim to induce regression,

to induce guilt,

to create dependency, to destroy the spirit and the soul.

Dependency.

Threat.

I cannot be here.

Please, please I want go with you, please.

Okay, you have to walk behind me,

five steps difference, you understand?

- Five? - Yeah.

Listen if something happens I don't know you

and you don't know me okay?

Okay, let's go.

This is life.

I feel no joy.

My heart shudders.

But my eyes are entranced.

I watched the dancing, I like.

I never seen before.

- Really? - No.

I could not see a lot,

it's strange like magic.

I was...

Yes?

Afraid.

I did not know what to do.

You know I had dream about it last night.

You had a dream?

This time I was alone, I was the only person there.

I have time to see everything.

And what happened?

Nothing.

I just look at things.

Do you want a beer?

I do not drink.

Ah, yeah I forgot.

I'm going to sleep, it's been a long day.

Goodnight.

Hey.

- What a show, nearly as good as the ones in my day.

Oh come on it's still your day.

You were great.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh he's a friend of my brother.

Ah, how are you?

You enjoy the show?

Yes.

- What, you're not gonna tell me how much I remind you

of your beloved Josefina?

Oh you're just so like her.

Did I ever tell you how much I loved her?

A thousand times.

Yeah those were the days,

the most beautiful women used to fight over me,

but my heart belonged to only one just like now.

We have to go.

Okay.

Bye princess. - Bye.

Are you at work tonight?

No, I'm going to see my brother.

He know I am here?

No, I didn't want to worry him.

So I do not go with you?

No.

You have to stay at home.

Why do you help me?

I don't know.

I just had to do it.

I'm your angel right?

Manuela.

Every moment hurts me, beat, beat, pain.

I'm afraid.

Afraid to,

to feel anything for you.

Manuela,

I'm afraid to touch you.

Afraid to think of you.

Afraid to be who I am.

Afraid to love.

This, this is what they have done to me.

Look at me, okay, you know this music?

Come on, sure you do.

No?

Do you think I'm a nice girl, huh, yeah?

It's me Guido.

Manuela's friend, remember me?

Oh I'm sorry, you were shaving.

- Manuela not here. - Oh I know.

I mean if she was she would've answered the door.

I bought her a little present.

So how are you finding this place, do you like it hmm?

Do you feel at home here?

Hey, look at these old photos, that's not bad eh?

Hey they were my idea.

I thought a nice little family touch wouldn't be so bad,

especially considering where you come from.

Oh I chose this place especially for you.

Who are you?

Oh no no no no no.

The question is who are you?