Homo Argentum

Your daughter went to live in Spain, right?

Yes, he left three weeks ago.

And here we are, as we can.

- So small. Are you 22? 23?

Twenty.

Did he leave with work or are you going to search there?

No, not specific work, but It was with some contacts.

Lola has many friends there,

and surely you already They are going to get something.

It's going to end adapting for sure.

It's going to be hard for Lola and for us.

And, of course. Obvious.

How are we naturalizing that our children leave, flee.

It's tremendous.

Yes, in Ezeiza you see families saying goodbye to his boys.

I came from Paris last week passed and saw it. Very sad.

What a reversal.

And they make you a thousand problems with papers

even if it's to work as a waiter or babysitter.

That's very bad.

Because the Spanish forget

that we receive three millions of Spaniards

who were fleeing from the war and famine.

-Italians too. - More.

We received four millions of Italians.

Now it's the other way around. The kids here don't see a future.

Be careful that outside It's not that simple.

They have their things too.

Well, in the countries that work,

there are things that already They are not discussed.

For me, we have no solution.

No, well, no, group, no. It's true.

But, individually, the argentinian

he passes the rag to anyone.

It seems like a cliché, but no. It's true.

The Argentine alone, like individual, always stands out.

It's creative.

Solve any problem with nothing. It's familiar.

We are supportive. We have values.

I can't understand how can we not

get ahead as a country.

Well...

Well, the party is on.

I'm going to smoke outside.

Help!

Call an ambulance.

- Oh my God! What happened?

Don't move, skinny!

Stay still. Call an ambulance.

Help!

But now he steals the ball

in the center of Australian countryside.

Frontal shot

for the player's appearance who enters the area.

Kick Goal!

Goal! Goal from Australia!

Goal, goal, goal from Australia.

Incredibly.

Please! Terrible!

Australia three. Argentina two.

We are out of the World Cup.

Barrientos.

-How is it going? -What do you say, friend?

-All good? -Nice night, huh?

-Well. -Let him rest. See you tomorrow.

Thank you. See you tomorrow.

You fucking idiot! Conchudo! You are a fat!

You are a fat!

Shit!

It's the same thing all fucking day!

Same thing all fucking day!

Hey?

Fat!

-Is everything okay, ma'am? -I? Excellent. You?

I thought I needed something.

I don't know... Say... Tell me if I can help you.

Open me.

But tell me where we are going.

Wherever you go.

I'm freezing cold. Do you turn on the heating?

It doesn't walk.

But take my jacket.

I want to die.

Should I take her somewhere? Do you want to go back home?

I wish that was my house! It's not my house.

How can you be so shady?

How can you be so son of a bitch?

Die, damn it! You don't see me anymore!

[woman sighs deep and sobs]

I'm hungry.

Take me to eat something.

I don't have the same weight, huh?

Hello, Adela. You're going to have to excuse me.

I need that too at night stay taking care of mom.

An unforeseen event arose.

They asked me to take an overshift

and surely I will to arrive very late.

You stay calm.

I'm going to recognize the hours with a plus.

I was starving.

Where are we?

Is this a province now?

No. Liniers.

Tell me something about yourself.

Where do you work?

-Very close to where I raised you.

-Oh really? -Yes, in Madero 1700.

That's the block from my house. Bah, well.

The house of the... bad guy.

I am at the gate security.

There half a block.

You make a living working.

make a living working is a man.

You must be ten times more man that guy.

What do I know...

The guy supports his ex-wife.

He buys her new tits, new ass

In fucking life I saw him work.

Where does the money come from?

Do you think I'm stupid? It has to come from somewhere.

No idea.

-No one knows. -Nobody.

Now if you ask me... Do you have a life?

Is he happy?

-I don't know. -And... who knows.

Pueyrredón and Las Heras is it close?

No. It's more like where we come from.

Shall I take you there?

How cute you are.

Come on, come on. Don't be shy.

No.

-Hi friend. -How is it going? How are you?

-How is it going? Hello. -Hello.

He is...

Panter, my friend.

-Nice to meet you. -Delighted.

Exotic.

-Come in. Come in. Forward. -Permission.

-Yes please. -Ah!

You don't drink much, do you?

Uh... No. When I take a little too much,

my head hurts.

And where do you know each other from?

-Well... -Life brought us together.

Yes.

-Ah, well. -Yeah.

Did you see when you look someone in the eyes

for the first time

and do you understand everything?

Something like that, right?

-Could be. -No, "it may be" no.

-It's like that. -It's like that. That's how it was.

Yes.

Doesn't it have a nice cut of face? Look what it is.

-Yes, very virile. -Yeah?

Yes, I don't know. It's like it has something like... man.

I think it's the mustache that makes him kind of macho.

-Look how jealous I am. -No.

And what are you, then?

Friends? A couple? Couple?

-No... I don't know. -We are connected beings.

There it goes.

-Are you fucking him, freaky ? -No no.

No...

Don't be jealous.

Furthermore, there is for share for everyone.

Come here.

Uhh. Well.

-There? -Yeah.

Ah! Come. Let's go to the room.

Very good.

Come in.

Panter!

Panter?

- Panter! - Panter!

Panter!