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THE BLIND CHRIST
Let me tell you a story.
There was a boy
who went into the desert with his best friend.
They walked until they found a dry tree out on the plains.
The kid put his hand on the trunk
and asked his friend to nail it up.
He spent three hours with his hands held up to the sky,
waiting for a sign from God.
But nothing happened.
His friend realized that if it got dark,
they wouldn't be able to get back.
They got lost.
Suddenly, the boy...
felt something.
Finally, his sacrifice,
the pain in his hands,
attracted God's attention.
God spoke to him through the fire.
He realized God wasn't outside,
but inside.
If he understood that, he could be a Christ.
Hey...
I'm going to visit my cousin
who isn't well.
Why? What's wrong?
He got pneumonia two weeks ago.
I'm sorry.
No one knows what to do.
And you...
God hasn't given me that gift.
I understand.
Thanks anyway.
If you want...,
I could pay him a visit.
Alright.
Let's go.
Hey, prophet!
Answer, asshole!
Thanks.
What's the name of the mine?
Tarapaca, it's up there.
- I know somebody there. - Really?
Who? I know everybody there.
Mauricio Pinto.
How do you know him?
He's a childhood friend.
Hey!
Hey!
Come on!
Do you know him or not?
I don't know if I should tell you,
but he's really fucked up.
Why? What happened?
He had an accident and hurt his leg.
I don't know if he still has it.
Thanks.
- Dad, Mauricio is sick. - What happened to him?
A guy from the mine told me he hurt his leg.
They go there to make money and end up all fucked up.
I'm going to make a miracle.
Dad, listen to me.
If you leave, don't ever come back.
Why are you praying to him?
Be quiet.
You only have to pray to God. He's inside you.
I pray because I have faith in him.
Show some respect.
You don't have to speak to him like that.
He should go. Please go.
What were you saying, young man?
Listen.
Let me tell you a story.
There was a very religious artisan.
He wanted to tell the story of Jesus,
as no one else had ever told it.
So he made figures out of clay
and put them in a cave.
There was a rumor the figures performed miracles.
People came from all around.
The artisan was proud,
and decided to create a masterpiece.
This work showed
the resurrection of Jesus
and an erupting volcano.
He worked so much
he forgot to pray.
The big day arrived.
He invited everyone to come and see his work.
He pulled the lever
and flames came out.
The problem was the fire was real.
It grew and grew.
In minutes, the sanctuary burned down.
Man's work disappears.
I'll have to ask you to leave.
This figure doesn't walk or talk.
Ask for forgiveness.
Ask for forgiveness, asshole.
Asshole.
Here you are.
I want to thank you
for your words at the grotto yesterday.
Sorry.
Thank you very much.
Son,
I don't want to bother you.
I've been looking after my sick mother.
No one helps me.
Not my brother,
or any other relatives, because she's ill.
My sister has forgotten about my mother.
One day I went out,
into the street,
and my mother burnt herself with boiling water.
I was so sad when I found her with her belly burnt.
I was so sad.
My poor father on his deathbed
asked me to care for my mother.
That's what I do.
And I'll keep doing it until my mother dies.
If I can help, just let me know.
Hey.
Sir!
Do you have something to eat?
Hey!
Are you a priest or what?
No way.
I do think of God.
When I play football,
I cross myself twice.
You're speaking to a pro footballer here.
I don't see you training much.
Next year,
I'll join the Iquique Sports Cadets.
I'll need God then.
That's why I made a vow to Saint Lorenzo.
At the cave where they beat you up.
Where is the sick person?
In Pachica, Tarapaca.
Oh, cool.
I'm going there now,
but I live in Huara.
So how will you do it?
I told you, with my hands.
With rays and stuff?
No, it's called hand positioning.
Where are you going?
He's going that way.
There won't be any other trucks.
Let's just walk, kid.
Do you want to get there or not?
Fuck!
Asshole!
Hello?
Hello?
Mauricio!
Jump, man.
THE BOOK OF GENESIS
THE HOLY BIBLE
See what I found.
Did he do that to your hand?
I asked him to.
We were always together.
We were like brothers.
I miss him.
Didn't he go back to La Tirana?
Weren't you friends?
No one goes back there.
Who's there?
Mauricio?
Who the hell is Mauricio?
Do you know where he is now?
He was working in the Tarapaca mine.
After the accident,
he went to Pisagua.
Did he leave you the house?
No, I just took it.
Why are you interested in that fucked up guy?
I'm going to heal him.
With a miracle.
Do I look like I'm stupid?
Don't get all upset.
How do you know you can heal him?
Anyone can heal.
Anyone who realizes they come from God.
Would you turn your back on me
if I asked you a favor?
What happened to you?
This shit is fucking poison.
It kills.
It gets hold of you,
and never lets you go.
I think there's no way out for me.
I'm fucked.
I'm one of the living dead.
Have you asked for help?
Look, I believe in God.
But...
there's no salvation for me.
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