Strange River (Estrany riu)

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Mum!

Very well, Guiu. Keep it up!

Don't slack off.

Biel, overtake me!

Dídac!

Dídac!

Wait, there are people.

Dídac, go ahead!

Come on, mom, faster! Or we'll never make it!

Come on, Biel.

I'm coming.

STRANGE RIVER

Look, a fountain.

Now, Dídac, here.

- Hey Biel, a river. - We'll keep going.

Let's go.

- Quick. - We're sleeping in a hostel.

We can't spend that much.

If you hadn't quit your job to join that cooperative.

- What does it say here, Monika? - The water is not drinkable.

Dad, mom, can we dive in?

- No. Come on, Biel, Guiu, Dídac. - Please.

Let's go!

- Please... - No, no.

- Please, it's really hot. - Let's go.

Come on, we're leaving.

What is this, a dictatorship?

Dídac!

Come on!

Splash some water on your neck.

- I want some water too. - What are you doing?

Dídac, please put on some sunscreen.

Dídac!

It is not drinkable.

Let's see where we are.

- Mom, stop. - Biel, you'll get sunburn.

Well, you put it on then.

- Sunscreen, Guiu. - Don't drink the water.

Do you like it, Biel?

It's not that cold!

Whose idea was this?

It's psychological.

Mine!

Oh, this is great.

Damn it.

A catfish, Biel, watch out.

- Look. It's full of fish. - Stop.

I just saw one here.

Amazing.

Look, there's another one here.

Oh, the catfish.

"You have to see...

what he is doing."

"You must see what he is doing."

Hey.

Aren't you cold?

A little. You?

I'm fine.

You haven't had dinner.

I'm fine.

Can you help me?

Here.

"You should see him now:

When he walked by, plants stood tall.

And the groundwater gushed forth.

When he touched with his stick.

It must be true.

When he looks up to the storm..."

From here on, I don't know it so well.

"When he looks up to the storm...

The cloud mass opens up,

And teases the clear brightness of day.

But...

But what is he doing? You must see him.

A single instant, and then he flees.

And then he flees, just like I avoid him.

A terrible being who disturbs everything.

A terrible being who disturbs everything.

A terrible being who disturbs everything."

"Does he get along with people?"

"I can't understand him."

"Does he know, like we do,

of empty days feeling old and insignificant?

Does he know about human suffering?"

Mum?

Before, there was more water.

It was all so different.

How old were you then?

Sixteen, like you.

I'm sorry about the dates.

I couldn't do anything.

They are decided by Lliure Theatre.

It's always the same.

Either that or the National Theatre.

Everything revolves around you.

You'd rather be with your friends.

You're the one who brought me here...

It might be our last summer together.

What do you mean?

When did you grow up so fast?

- Shall we go to sleep? - Yes. I'll be right there.

- Good night. - Good night.

- I love you. - Me too.

What are you doing?

Why are you reading?

Are you stupid?

But what's your problem?

- Damn, just wait. - What are you doing?

- Do it later, alright? - I feel like reading now.

Do it later, alright?

I gave you dinner.

And look at what you're doing.

Don't ask me for anything later.

Fuck.

You had already done it, right?

- I'm going to kill it. - Don't kill it!

Don't kill it!

It's cute.

What are you doing?

How can I get it out?

Grab it with your hand.

No, I'll get stung.

Can I tear this page out?

No! It's mom's book!

You shouldn't have taken it.

Little bug...

It's harmless.

- Don't move. - Come on, get it out.

- Come on. - Don't push me, I'll drop it.

It's very cute.

Now get out.

- No, I'm staying. - What?

- You slept here yesterday. - I don't care. Oh, sweets!

- Not for you. - Please...

- You're sleeping with mum and dad tonight. - No!

- Get lost. - No.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes. - No.

Here we go.

- Sweets! - Leave or we'll kick you out.

OK, have some, but don't tell mum and dad.

- More. - No, no more.

Get out.

- These sweets are rubbish. - Give them back.

No. Give me more.

Fuck! What a stink, man.

Get out, get out.

Damn!

Go, Guiu, get out.

Dad!

Dad!

- You go, please. - No, leave them.

They'll wake up the campsite.

Quiet. Jesus.

When will they grow up?

Guiu! What are you doing here?

They have kicked me out.

They're idiots.

Oh, sorry, Dad.

Don't worry.

- Dad! - Shut up.

No, don't go.

- They'll wake everyone up. - I don't care.

What are you doing?

We're going to a nudist campsite next time.

Let's see, Biel.

It's because you're growing up.

Does it hurt here? - Yes.

Both or this one?

No, the one on the left.

Fucking bones.

You'll see. With this, it won't hurt anymore.

Just think about something else.

This happened to me too.

Don't scream, we're in a busy campsite.

Dad, I'm not five years old.

- OK, well. - You don't need to break it.

Take this.

Here.

"Old Tjikko" is 9,550 years old.

9,550 years old?

It is a spruce.

Is it still alive?

Dídac, eat some fruit.

- Sit down. - The bees are harmless.

Who's the biologist here?

Shall I make toast for them?

- Are they wasps or bees? - Wasps.

Pass me the map.

Bees make honey.

OK, we're here and...

Thank you.

We have to get there. It's 50-60 km.

Where will we sleep?

In a campsite.

Which one?

You put salt in it, right?

We won't find a place if we improvise.

Dídac, that's enough, OK?