-Cool, huh? -Yeah, nice.
I think we're ready for our first serenade, Janet.
For who? Ana?
Oh, Dad, I already know you.
-Who's that? -I think my brother is back from college.
No, but he didn't say anything.
How are you, José?
Mother.
-How are you doing? -Hello.
-How are you? -Hi, Janet.
-How are you? -Hi, Janet. Hi.
What's up?
Well, the thing is,
I need to talk to you, and I want to do it, you know, in private.
Mm-hmm.
Mm. What happened?
Your sister Rosa Elvira is pregnant.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
-Oh, wow. -That being the case…
we're thinking of…
of moving to live in the United States
to be closer to her.
EVA LASTING
"THE PLAGUE" EPISODE 10
I didn't want to leave without making things right with you, José.
And therefore, I have to say thanks?
Do you have to be so ironic?
Maybe just answer me one thing.
Have you ever thought about why you're always fighting with me?
I know the answer.
It's because you've always expected too much from me.
And?
That's so bad? To expect things from the people you love?
Well, no. I don't know.
But what I do know is that there is another kind of love, José.
The one you give without expecting anything in return.
And that love… is what helps to bring out the best in us.
Do you love Janet, José?
Yes.
Yeah.
And…
what do you hope will happen for her?
To be happy.
And how do you think she'll do that?
Well…
Perhaps by… giving her her freedom,
supporting her in whatever she sets out to do so that she can achieve it.
But make sure
you expect absolutely nothing in return for that, José.
That would be a good way to make it happen, right?
Do you really love me, José?
Yes, Mother.
All right.
Then show me that love.
Give me a hug and wish me a good trip, huh?
Come, Mom.
I'll miss you very much, okay?
Tell my… my sister
that I'm very happy that… that she's pregnant.
And…
Mm.
…I want you to be very happy.
Very happy with Lucero over there in the United States.
Can I kiss you goodbye?
Are you sad because your mom is going on a trip?
Yes, uh, a little bit.
But you won't be alone.
You've got me.
I know it, kid.
I know.
But I know you also miss Ana.
Should we just play her the songs we already know?
That's a pretty good idea.
Yes.
But no, not for now. Not now.
-We should let her… -We should let her study.
Yes, let her finish her semester, and, yeah,
then, well, we'll do the serenade.
She'll definitely be happy.
Definitely, yes.
Well,
we wanted to share some important news after dinner,
but since I know how all of you are very impatient,
uh…
We decided to get married.
What?
Uh…
And we want for Eva and Camilo to be our best man and woman.
Yes, but why don't you guys just think about it?
There are other types of ceremonies that can be much more fun…
-Sure, Eva. I know. I get it. -…more creative.
But remember that we are Roman Catholic and Apostolic. Period.
Yeah, but Eva doesn't believe in God.
No, I mean, the idea of God has been in crisis
for a long time, guys, honestly.
-Here it is. -Well…
-Thanks. -No, no.
Eva, don't start, okay?
-This is a celebration dinner. -Sh, sh.
-Not a literature class. Come on. -Yeah, listen, Eva, don't be annoying.
Yeah, come on. A little bit of culture won't hurt.
-Hey, don't be so close-minded. -Okay, enough. Let her speak.
I promise I won't be long, okay?
So this is a book we had to read in class.
It's called The Plague,
and it's by a French author called Albert Camus,
who says that religious belief, as well as nihilism,
suicide, and resignation
are failed responses to the emptiness of existence.
Okay?
And honesty and human solidarity
are possible positive responses to this emptiness.
-Great. Thanks. Can we eat now? -Cool. Thanks. Finally!
Listen. If you let me, I'll give you an example, okay?
In the book,
Albert invents the plague,
which basically forces everyone to lock themselves in their homes
and starts creating a crisis within society.
I'm going to read you an excerpt.
A similar situation to the one in Camus' book
would be experienced in 2020 with COVID-19.
And, unfortunately,
honesty and those things worthy of admiration in men
would not always shine through.
However, Eva's attempts to question the existence of God
had an effect that would later bring us a surprise.
This is…
As the best woman and best man,
Eva and I had to accompany Luisa and Arbeláez
to the pre-marital course given by Father Angarita.
I must admit, I didn't pay much attention to the priest,
since my mind was elsewhere at the time.
There was no doubt that my relationship with Eva
had entered a limbo, where I suspected that we had taken a step backwards
and we were no longer even friends with benefits.
I also didn't know how or when to break that inertia.
Once more, I was having timing issues.
Hey, thank you so much for coming with us…
-It's all good. -…to the church.
Especially you, Eva,
who held back the desire to contradict everything the priest said, right?
You'd look at her and she was really making an effort.
Well, I confess it. It was a good exercise in self-control.
-I really had to learn to keep quiet. -Mm-hmm. Yes.
-What's up? -Hi.
-Where were you? What took so long? -What's up?
Why?
-What happened? Where's the baby? -Yeah, easy, easy.
Toñita has already eaten and is sleeping now.
-Oh. -Thank you.
-Tell them. -What, then?
-I have some very good news. -What?
It is probable, most likely,
this weekend, I'm, uh, playing for the first time professionally.
-Huh? -What? That's fucking awesome, man!
-Amazing! -Finally, man!
-I can't believe it! -We have to go. So proud of you.
Congratulations.
Yeah, but I thought that was already solved.
I understand,
but you have to understand that I don't know what else I can do. I…
Right. But do you really think that's gonna work?
I don't know. I don't know.
I'm not as sure as you are.
Yes, you know that. But I…
-Oh! -Oh, come on, dude!
-Listening to other people's calls again? -Sh! Quiet! I'm not doing that, bro.
I'm not listening.
It's just that
I think something serious is going on, man.
Well, how do you know that? You couldn't really hear it.
Mm. Well…
So there's only one person who can help us find out.
Luisa. You know?
-No, brother. -Bro, please.
-No, don't do this to me, Granados. -Ah, come on!
What's going on, bro?
The guard change was 20 minutes ago. What happened, man?
Stop whining, Pabón, okay? I'm here now, dude.
Go on.
What were you up to this morning at the showers?
It was you who was spying on me.
Y-Yes.
Are you outta your mind, man?
Quiñonez, we're left alone, man.
Bro, why deny it?
It's pretty easy to say, "Hey, dude, I think I like you."
What you wanted for keeping silence about the thing with Eva
was to sleep with me.
Or am I wrong?
Hey, hey. No, no, no, no.
No, no. No, Quiñonez. This is not about that.
-No, no. -What? I mean, why not?
What? Don't you want to, man?
No, I don't want to.
Oh. So now you don't?
I have a boyfriend. I don't want to.
Quit the bullshit. I know people like you are bitches.
You have no idea what people like me are like, Quiñonez.
No idea.
What do you want, huh?
What do you want? Do you want money?
You blew Salcedo for nothing.
Oh, what happened with Salcedo was because I wanted to
and I was in love with him.
Don't you like me?
No.
No. I'm sorry, but no.
You're not ugly, but, yeah, to be honest,
mm… I'm just not really attracted to you. No, no.
Anyway, don't worry.
I'm not gonna say anything about what happened this morning or just now.
Got it?
But I do wanna ask you something.
What?
Respect.
That's all.
Respect.
All right, then.
Castro appeared on an alternate field, almost a dirt patch,
and it was against a mid-level, lower-tier team…
…but a professional debut was a professional debut.
Hey, brother!
What happened? Did Luisa tell you anything?
No, man. She played dumb when I asked her.
That only means that something bad is going on with Eva, then.
Bro, so I'm not gonna be your middleman again. I can't.
And you have to stop listening to other people's conversations
behind walls, Granados.
If you wanna know what's up with Eva, ask her yourself.
Well, I've thought about it, man. I've thought about it.
What's stopping you?
After the stuff with Professor Silva, I don't know where we stand.
I don't know if it's a good idea to ask her those kinds of questions. Wait.
In fact, I don't know if it's a good idea to ask her any questions.
Man, you're definitely moving like a crab, huh?
You're going sideways.
Well, yeah. You think I'm clueless. But you see? See how worried she looks?
Who knows what planet she's on?
On our way here, she didn't even open her mouth.
If I were you, man, I'd ask her and get it over with.
After all, it can't be worse than it is now.
Come on.
Oh!
Hey, Eva.
Thank you.
How are you?
Are you okay?
Because it seems like something is bothering you.
No, well, I think, definitely, soccer is not my thing.
Is it that or is it something else?
Eva, is this because of the call you got from the United States earlier?
You can talk to me.
Pass!
-Close the gap! -Hey! Hey!
I had to stop talking to Eva
because the worst thing that could happen on the field just went down.
Come on, come on! Try to get up! Get up, Castro!
Dr. Perez.
Dr. Perez, you have a call on line seven.
EMERGENCY ROOM
Dr. Perez.
-What's up? What happened? -What happened?
-I have some bad news, guys. -Why? What happened?
Castro suffered a… total torn ACL…
…of the lateral meniscus.
Simplify it. I don't get what you're saying.
He's gonna have a surgical procedure.
And it's probable that he won't play soccer again in his life.
-That's impossible. -But… did you speak to him?
How is he handling it?
Bad.
He's very worried and in a lot of pain.
Yeah, but does he already know what you just told us?
No.
The doctors preferred not to say anything
until the surgery is over.
This is not good.
-This is not good. -Fuck! What a cruel day.
I'll make a phone call to Ana, to let her know we'll be late for Toñita.
Go ahead.
-Let me help. -I can do it.
-I know, but let me-- -I can.
Leave him alone. Give him space. He can do it.
Does he need help lying down?
-He'll need help. -Of course.
Álvaro, you're going to lie down, but put your leg up high.
-I got you. Come on. Ready? -From this side, here.
-Yes. Mm-hmm. Wait. -Let them help you.
-Grab my hand. Ready? -Careful. Be careful. Be careful.
Easy, easy, easy.
-Careful. -Honey, careful with his leg.
Careful.
There. Take it easy, man.
-Do you need anything else, or…? -No.
Thank you.
I wanna be alone.
-I'll get it. -Shut the door.
What's with the funeral look?
I haven't died yet.
Or have I?
Is that just everything I've worked for gone to hell?
Álvaro, the doctors were telling us that--
They can go fuck themselves, Salcedo!
I know what happened to me!
I know what the consequences of this shit is.
What about you, Eva?
You're not gonna say anything?
You always have something to say.
Aren't you gonna recommend a book?
Look at the bright side.
I'll have a lot of time to read.
If you're not gonna say anything, please go.
Would you like something to drink, ma'am, anything?
Eva.
She was looking for you.
Gimme a minute.
Hello, Eva.
Silvia, how are you?
-They've been talking for two hours. -Mm-hmm.
Do you know that lady?
No, not at all. I've never seen her.
Who could she be?
Did she say anything when she asked for Eva?
No. Only that she was looking for her.
Hey, but… it's obvious, you can tell that the lady has money, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Hey, could that be her aunt from the United States?
-Of course she is. -No.
So who is it?
That lady's name is Silvia, and she's Alfredo's mother.
My suspicions that it all had something to do with the Italian
were confirmed.
She came here from the United States
to… beg me to help her save her son's life.
I never told you this,
but after he was here in Colombia, Alfredo fell into depression.
He started using hard drugs
and has done a bunch of reckless things that has put his life in danger.
Here I come again now, baby
Like a dog in heat
You can tell it's me By the clamor now, baby
I like to tear up the streets
Now I been smoking for so long You know I'm here to stay…
Alfredo?
Alfredo.
Alfredo!
No! No!
No! No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!
Alfredo has been like this for a year, and…
…Silvia insists that I'm the only person
who can prevent this from becoming a tragedy.
That's the reason I've received the letters,
calls from Alfredo,
and now, Silvia's visit.
Alfredo just left a rehab center a few days ago with deep depression
and is now recovering from another suicide attempt.
That's rough.
So what, then?
Are you leaving us?
No, but I have to go.
Yes, I know that you probably don't get it,
but… somehow, in a way,
I do feel responsible for what's happening to Alfredo.
Because if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have fallen into crisis.
And I…
Well, obviously, I don't want him to
end his life.
That night, at the 364, no one could sleep.
It wasn't just the situation with Castro,
but what was happening with Eva
that had left us all with great uncertainty.
-What's up? -Hi.
I have something to say.
Tell me.
I think Alfredo and his mom are
trying to manipulate you, Eva.
You shouldn't let that happen to you.
But I can't just ignore the responsibility I have for everything that's happened.
What are you talking about?
Did you force Alfredo to do something he didn't wanna do?
Well… yes, I took advantage
of knowing how he felt about me to conduct experiments that--
That changed our lives.
So that we could experience more.
Don't forget that I was there too.
But you also suffered.
Well…
…what's a little bit of suffering
compared to everything we've been through, hmm?
Everything we've learned, right?
I'm not complaining.
-I know, but Alfredo is different-- -Okay. Look.
Are you still in love with Alfredo?
Mm-mm.
Well?
And what do you think is gonna happen, then, huh,
if, in this moment, you go to the United States to be with him?
Hmm?
So what are you gonna prove?
That in order to be with you every day, he's gonna have to be worse?
Be in a worse situation every day? And that… that's called manipulation.
It's clear that,
well, the guy's really struggling and needs help, but…
are you sure you're the one who can give him that help?
Don't you think that maybe this idea could be worse for him?
I don't know. Well, it's for you to decide.
And whatever you decide, whatever you want…
…well… we're gonna support you.
And I'll be right here.
But it's still a complicated issue.
Mental illness,
well, it's a tough thing, and I think the wisest thing to do
is to find the best people, the people who know about it.
I mean the specialists.
Hmm?
Thank you, Camilo.
Definitely, there's nothing more valuable than having a friend like you in my life.
Hearing Eva say "a friend like you"
was proof that I had fallen
into the treacherous grounds of the friend zone,
a quicksand that very few human beings escape from alive.
And while, at the 364, I was helping Eva with her dilemmas,
my mom was preparing for an exam
that would not only define her professional life,
but also her emotional life.
Hello?
Ah, I knew I would find you there at this hour.
I'm just finishing the quarterly report for the Board of Education.
What about you? How did the exam go?
I got the highest grade, Dr. Alicia.
I can't believe it. You're the first person I wanted to call.
Oh, you earned it, Ana.
I feel like I'm walking on air.
You have no idea how proud I am of you.
Thanks, Doctor.
I know you are very busy, and I gotta go, but… I did wanna call you,
to share this joy with you and to thank you.
You've been very good to me.
I appreciate that.
Tomorrow, we'll celebrate for sure, Ana.
Yes.
Thank you. Thank you.
Very good, Mrs. Ana.
Very good.
I told you you'd be the top of your class, and it happened. Congratulations.
Thanks.
I imagine you, uh, didn't make me come here
just to talk about this, this result.
No.
I didn't make you come just for that.
Mm-hmm.
I'll cut to the chase, José.
Something's wrong?
To study at the university was a proof that I imposed on myself.
It was a path I needed to go through alone.
And it showed me something that I needed to prove to myself.
That I can make my own decisions.
Like you always have done.
No. No, not at all.
I, like many women, a lot of ladies,
have had to live controlled by the decisions of others.
Fathers, mothers,
professors, their spouses.
You know what I'm talking about, José.
And all of this has helped me…
mainly to realize that I am able to make my own decisions.
But that's why I want
to propose something.
And what's that?
I want you to return to this house, José.
But, uh… return?
-Return like, "Hey, I've returned"? -Yeah, I want you to return, José.
I want us to be husband and wife again.
Or wife and husband. Whatever.
Well, say something. Do you want to?
Mrs. Ana…
you don't… don't even need to ask.
So, yes. Of course, yes.
-Oh, I'm sorry. -Oh, it's okay.
But… we are going to have to compromise, José, because things have changed a lot.
But let's talk about that later. Now I wanna do other things.
Oh yeah? What is that? Oh!
I understand. Right.
-Mm-hmm. -You're alone, I'm alone.
-Mm. -The house is clear.
-There's nobody here. -Yeah? You think so?
-Come on, let's go. This way. Careful. -All right. Let's go.
This way.
Who's that?
What's up, Pabón?
-You scared me. -What's up?
-Are you going out tonight? -Well, yeah.
We got the money to go party, fucker. Let's move.
-Oh, go party? -Mm-hmm.
That's quite a plan, huh?
Creative.
Well, what about you?
Why are you dressed like a civilian, with your backpack and that pillow?
What do you think? I'm leaving. I requested a discharge.
Why?
I thought you fought hard so you could stay?
That's when I realized,
I've already done what I had to do and proved what I needed to prove.
Sergeant Zapata wants me out, so I'm leaving.
Well, good luck, brother.
-No, good luck to you with your plan. -Thanks.
Have a good time.
Get some sleep.
Let's go. Come on.
-These bitches are weird. -Hey!
That guy's name is Gustavo Pabón, moron.
If you talk about him, do it with respect, or I'll knock your damn teeth out!
Am I clear?
-Am I clear, bitch? -Yes. Yes, yes, yes, man.
Well, can we go now?
-Hmm? -Let's go. Hurry up, huh?
In that moment,
the sergeant and I agreed that I had to leave at midnight
so n-nobody would notice.
Well, I'm glad you left, man.
But there's one thing I don't understand.
Didn't you wanna stay in the Army?
Yeah, I wanted to stay there, but now I have
other priorities in my life.
Oh yes?
Come on, tell.
Uh, theater?
Yeah, theater. And Caliche.
I don't wanna end up in one of those long-distance love triangles.
Well, everybody will be glad that you're coming back to the 364.
But don't tell them anything, huh?
I'm going to Bucaramanga to visit my mom,
and then I'll return to surprise them at the wedding of Luisa and Arbeláez.
Look, I came to talk to you because…
I just felt deep down in-in-in my heart that I had to do it.
And I wanted to tell you that you're really important to me.
And I hope you know that, okay?
And I also came because, from now on, I just want
to do what I truly and sincerely feel like doing.
No pressure, nothing.
Just what feels right.
Just flow, yeah?
-Salud! -Salud!
Nothing. He didn't eat a bite.
-That man needs a psychologist. -Psychologist, my ass.
-Need a psychologist, you have no friends. -Martín, I didn't think you were so basic.
Think whatever you want, but Castro needs something else.
What is that?
Forget it. I got this.
The university could not afford to be without a professor
for the history of literature,
and, very soon, Professor Silva was replaced by Professor Avella.
A kind of antithesis of the teacher who now lived in hiding.
…defined as a work of formation…
But paradoxically, thanks to this boring new professor,
I had a revelation that shaped much of who I would become as a writer.
Tropic of Cancer by the great Henry Miller.
Miller's character was incredibly similar to me.
He was the narrator of the story,
an aspiring writer who worked at a newspaper
and wrote about the friends he shared that period of his life with.
Any more coincidences were impossible,
and I felt it was a call to give my novel its definitive form.
From that very night, I began to write frantically,
forgetting my notes and reproducing by the mechanism of memory,
as I supposed Miller had done with his book.
Last night, I went to your room to look for you.
But I heard you so caught up in writing that I… didn't want to interrupt.
You should have done it.
-Dear brothers and sisters… -No.
No, the last thing I want is to interrupt your inspiration.
…the love of Jesus.
You're never interrupting,
'cause you're my inspiration.
You've always been.
…which, at every moment,
embraces us and takes us away from darkness, burden, or sorrow.
Camilo, I was looking for you because…
…the other night, you were right.
Why?
Alfredo definitely needs help, professional help.
I… I…
I don't know if my relationship with him is doing more harm than good,
but I need you to help me think of a way to let him know without causing damage.
I don't know what else to do.
-What's up? -What's up?
-All good? Ow! -What took you so long?
-…His light… -We were thinking about something, guys.
Hmm?
We're pushing the wedding back.
What?
…invites us to walk in His light.
Brother, get out. I already told you, I'm busy.
Busy doing what? Looking at the ceiling?
What are you doing here?
I came to visit you.
Your friend Martín told me what happened.
Does it hurt a lot?
Yeah?
Be honest. You came here to pity me.
Oh no. What drama. Come on. I think you know me well.
No, sir.
I don't deal with regrets, and even less with self-pity.
I came to show you that a man is more than his profession.
Yes.
And to collect a debt, kid.
And why now?
Because I'm assuming, tomorrow, you won't have a training session.
Or do you? Do you?
-What's up, man? How's the baby? -Oh, hi, guys. How did it go?
Well…
We don't know, because we didn't take the course.
They're not getting married. At least, not by the Church, right?
What? But why?
Because we thought it over, and we decided to have our own ceremony.
Oh no. They filled your head with crazy stuff again, right?
-Oh! -Oh, I won't say anything about it.
No, man, it wasn't like that.
Honestly, it was a decision, well… that we made together.
And we didn't feel good about getting married,
considering how Castro is doing.
Speaking of, how is he?
Well, he's there.
He's got a visitor.
Oh, really? His mom?
Well, I wouldn't say it's his mom, but you can call her "mamacita."
Oh!
What a friend.
Honey, I'm telling you this
because, sometimes, when you put everything on one bet,
you have so much more to lose than you have to gain.
But you're just a boy. You're young.
You barely started living with your friends.
Were you really going to give up just because one door closed? No.
Think that maybe it's an opportunity to discover other things?
Will you help me with that?
Yeah, I'm already doing it.
Or doesn't life seem a lot easier after a really good fuck?
But I was talking about other things.
Listen, my love.
I'm like an ambassador for living the good life, okay?
But getting involved with me is gonna hurt more
than that injury that's changing your life.
Very good! Oh!
You're like a sunrise, my love. Hmm?
When you swap a single smile for one tear,
a demon dies and is reborn an angel.
And these are the sublime pleasures of sex, my love.
Yeah, it teaches us that nothing is serious enough
to take away the joy of living well.
Last night,
we had one of the most thrilling matches at the Nemesio Camacho El Campín Stadium
in the capital,
where the local team triumphed with a commanding 3-1 victory
over their eternal field rival, the Cardinal team.
Martín, turn it off.
They were crowned the champions of Colombian professional soccer
and added their 11th star.
-Congrat-- -Why did you turn it off?
Brother, we must admit
that the other guys were the better team.
Yes, but you like the Cardenales, so…
Yes.
But it's just soccer, right?
Toñita, has she eaten?
Uh… yes.
Well, then do me a favor and bring me that gorgeous baby,
because it's my turn to burp her now.
Let's see.
-Sure. -Give her to me. I'm ready.
-Of course, man. -Hello, princess.
Okay, give her to me.
-Okay. Here. -Here she is.
-I got her. -Got her? There you go.
My baby. Hi, my love.
Hi, my baby.
What's going on, sweetie?
Hi, pretty girl.
The idea of sending Alfredo a video letter was mine,
and Eva thought it was the perfect way to tell him what she needed to tell him.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
When you're ready.
SAYING FAREWELL TO A YOUNG POET
I'm in the same place where we last saw each other,
here in Bogotá.
I'm sure you remember.
And I'm also here…
…because…
this is the last time you'll see me.
I've decided that… I'm not going to the United States.
I'm also not going to keep responding to your letters.
I'm not answering your calls, or receiving your mom's visits.
I'm really sorry for what you're going through right now,
but I just can't do it anymore.
It's necessary
for you
to take action right away.
I can only be responsible…
…for my own things, but that's all I can manage.
Please get help.
Alfredo, do it for yourself.
Don't do it for me.
It's urgent.
You need to seek professional help,
to find someone who can help you get back to life,
to… to cinema,
to music, all those things that I know you once loved.
But that person… …is not me.
I'm pretty sure your mom will agree with me.
The next day, we went to the post office together
and sent the package.
Eva didn't receive a reply.
But a week later, she found out from some friends in the United States
that Alfredo had left the mental hospital
and was beginning a recovery process with a psychologist at home
and with his family.
Eva's presence back at the 364 gave me the drive to finish my novel.
And for days, I stayed up writing.
Camilo?
-Yeah? -Shall we go to school?
No, I'll be there later. Go ahead. All good. Sure.
-Are you sure you don't want me to wait? -No, I'm going to take a while.
Are you okay?
Everything is fine. Sure. I'll see you later at school.
Perfect.
Hmm.
No! Wait!
-Wait, wait! Don't go into class! -What is it?
Wait. It's fine, but look. Look at this.
What is it?
-Did you finish it? -I finished.
-You finished it? -My novel, yes.
I need you to read it now. Don't go to class.
-Now? -Yes.
-Okay. All right, let's go. -Come on. I was thinking…
Eva didn't have to be asked twice,
and she didn't go to class that day.
Neither of us did.
And as I had asked, she spent the day reading my novel.
That manuscript was the chronicle of my love for her.
And Eva understood, without difficulty,
that those pages, written with my soul, had been completely written for her.
She understood that it was a desperate declaration of love.
Camilo!
Long live the bride and groom!
Congratulations.
At the end of 1978, Luisa and Arbeláez joined their lives
with a hippie ritual of their own invention.
It was the year I began a new stage in my relationship with Eva.
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Grease, with John Travolta, was showing in cinemas.
Rubén Blades and Willy Colón were launching their hit "Pedro Navaja."
Cantinflas premiered El patrullero 777, directed by Miguel Melitón Delgado.
Rod Stewart topped the music charts with "Do You Think I'm Sexy?"
In 49 newspapers across the United States,
the first Garfield comic strip, created by cartoonist Jim Davis,
was published.
Liverpool was crowned European League champions
for the first time.
The WHO officially declared the eradication of smallpox,
a contagious disease that had affected millions of people for over 3,000 years.
In Colombia, Julio César Turbay Ayala, member of the Colombian Liberal Party,
took office as President of the Republic.
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And it was the year that I handed in the manuscript
of my first novel to a publisher.
May I come in?
Something that was to unleash an unprecedented crisis in my world
and was to show me that no one gets away with exposing their soul on paper.
THE FIRST WOMAN WRITTEN BY CAMILO GRANADOS
EVA LASTING MAN WRITTEN BY CAMILO GRANADOS