The Compass Rose (La rosa de los vientos)

THE COMPASS ROSE

My grandfather was Jorge Agrícola.

My father had the same name.

And now my name is Jorge Agrícola.

We are here to defend our land.

Our sea.

Our air.

Our clouds.

Our mountains.

Our rivers.

Our words.

- Escuse me, colonel. - Yes?

Thank you.

Good work.

- Is there something else? - Yes, sir.

Here the only things that you can clearly see

are the rivers and the clouds.

The code says there should be cities here, sir.

- Towns? - No, sir, cities.

- Yes, but how big? - 8,000 people, maybe more.

Those could be ruins or cemeteries on the ridge.

- You never know. - It's possible, sir.

But living material could match this color.

The area that is marked indicates a density of up to 10,000 people.

Especially in this instance, sir.

This is the land of Jorge Agrícola.

My grandfather was Jorge Agrícola

My father also had that name.

And now my name is Jorge Agrícola.

I've come back after many years.

Many stars ago.

Many rains.

Almost all of the people I have seen in my travels,

continue to suffer every day.

I'm going to tell you what my eyes saw.

I saw women,

I saw children,

I saw old people...

carrying all of the injustice of this land on their backs.

Proud men

sentenced to remain silent.

I saw how the people wrapped up their memories,

while it rained unceasingly.

I saw that all of the nostalgia wouldn't fit in the sea.

Then...

I saw time stop.

Yes.

This man is Jorge Agrícola.

He's an enigmatic man.

The people hide him.

He shows up everywhere.

One day on the coast,

another day in the mountains,

in the towns,

even in the capital.

We've spent four years looking for him without finding any trace.

That's why you are here.

We need specialists.

Can we see photos? Is there information?

Of course there's information, ma'am. Over here.

Please.

Have a seat.

Our problem is that we have too much information, Mrs. Haller.

A mountain of facts, apparently...

they're illogical... Have a seat, please.

Of course it's not as easy

trying to track down a man,

who shows up everywhere.

I don't believe this legend, but...

It was dark.

I saw a man,

and it was Jorge Agrícola, sir.

The man in the photo is Jorge Agrícola.

- He looked like in this picture? - Yes, exactly the same.

He put his things on the table.

He had a rifle in his bag.

It was dark, and raining a bit,

but he said his name was Jorge Agrícola.

You see,

his name was Jorge Agrícola.

This one here in the photo.

That's him. That's Jorge Agrícola.

We have at least a hundred witnesses,

and they all same the same thing.

None of them are from the same province.

There are three possibilities.

First is that some groups are lying,

which would be strange, since their information seems consistent.

The second, less possible,

is that they're all lying.

And last,

that there are a lot of people

with the same name.

Can I speak with them?

Whenever you wish, Mr. Haller.

Colonel, the photos.

How strange,

they seem to have been taken by the same person.

We know.

But they were sent to me from every corner of the country.

Look closely.

They even sent me negatives.

They don't even try to choose any in particular.

I know the situation.

We've been studying them for some time.

I suppose you're up to date.

We've been here at least four times to study the terrain,

but this is the first time you've asked us directly.

I know the idea.

Your work is very exacting, colonel.

It coincides with our work.

Nevertheless...

why don't you tell me what's changed?

Well,

I'm sure that Jorge Agrícola

can be found in Mount Palmira.

Here.

Inside of these two circles.

All of our research leads to this place.

The first circle covers around 200 kilometers,

and we've searched it, through and through.

We always work concentrically.

The only place he could be...

is in this small circle, covering around 20 kilometers.

It's a sector of seven small towns that don't appear on the map.

In sum,

Jorge Agrícola at this moment

should be located at around 700km

- from where we are. - That's all?

Father.

You're leaving and I don't know when you'll return.

I will pray for you often.

I'll miss you very much.

I think we'll all miss one other around here.

Not just me,

also Juan.

Juan is waking up, father, I'm sure of it.

People are coming.

He hears voices.

He has visions.

At night he wakes up screaming,

coated in sweat.

And crying.

I calm him down.

I cradle him like a baby...

but it's not enough.

I don't think anyone here can help him.

I think you are the only one who can help him.

But before you go talk to him,

explain to him.

Set your heart at rest, child.

Set your heart at rest...

I already knew.

Juan, in my end is your beginning.

You can touch history in the water,

smell it in the wind,

but history is also...

in dreams.

Juan,

this is the rain of God.

To know it, you've had nightmares and visions,

you were born with eyes to see them.

Remember, Juan:

life is in dreams.

Juan, the earth gives us laughter and love,

strength and dreams,

so we don't walk in sadness.

Don't look twice, Juan.

How can one be useful to others,

if he isn't useful to himself?

You are truly a star,

lit up with torches.

Sometimes the heart grows sad,

and there's no place for rest.

Let things be as they have to be.

Open your eyes and your heart!

I'm coming from a place of pride!

The eyes and the heart will remain.

You will awaken where you lie to sleep.

I am here.

In my very center,

and I live.

We will meet again.

Good bye.

Good bye!

Pascual!

Pascual!

Pascual.

Pascual!

Juan. That must be Juan.

At last.

Pascual!

Pascual...

Son.

Hello.

Hey...

Stay there!

Don't move!

Stay there.

Haller,