The revelations from the peyote trip I had back in the '80s
stayed with me.
It gave me a strong desire to find work.
I applied for several jobs but received only negative responses.
Everywhere I went, the door was shut in my face, except for one.
So, Augusto, I came here to ask for your help,
because, out of all of the parents of my friends from school,
you were the only one who never turned your back on me.
Aren't you a student? You're at university.
Yes. But I can arrange my course schedule to work here part-time.
I really need this, Augusto. It's urgent. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.
Look, Eva, I would love to help you,
but other than my secretary, who's been with me for 30 years,
and the coffee lady, which obviously is not a job I would offer you,
I really don't know what else you could do here.
This is a car dealership.
Well, I can sell cars.
Well, I'm sorry to say, but selling cars isn't a job for a woman.
-Why not? -Tell me. What do you know about cars?
Okay, fine. I don't know much about cars. But I learn fast.
Look, having the first car saleswoman in the country
could be a huge advantage for this dealership.
Thought about that?
Take a look. This right here is the gearbox. This…
It's true that, in the early '80s,
selling cars was still considered a man's job.
So having a woman work at a dealership was highly unusual. It wasn't easy for me.
But I stuck with it and did my homework,
and, eventually, I passed the induction course
that was required for all future salespeople.
It offers increased fuel efficiency and a smoother shifting experience.
EVA LASTING
"FOR A CRITIQUE OF THE POLITICAL ECONOMY OF THE SIGN"
"EPISODE 7"
Once I was on the floor, it became my mission to prove
that a woman could do this job just as well as any man.
So I watched what they did and read as much as I could
so that I could become the best salesperson in the world.
And after a week of training, with the catalog under my arm,
I made my debut in the working world.
Hi there. How are you?
Can I help you with something? What kind of car are you looking for?
Uh… are you the saleswoman?
Yes.
If you tell me what you're looking for, maybe I can help you.
-Sorry. We're not interested. -We'll come back later.
Come on.
Hello, sir. How are you?
Fine. How are you?
Very well. Thank you. Do you need help with something?
Yes. Would it be possible to get a small coffee?
Yes. Sure. No problem.
I'll have the coffee lady get you a cup while you browse the floor.
No, I was asking if you had any questions about this car.
-Yes, I… I am a saleswoman. -Are you now?
Yep, I am.
Now, this here is a great car, and the gas mileage is excellent.
If you want, I can help you.
Thank you for your assistance, and please don't take this the wrong way,
but I'd rather be assisted by a man.
Anyway, I will take that coffee, though.
Machismo can really make life difficult for a woman in the workplace.
Mm.
Sorry.
But how can I not pay attention?
-That guy refuses to talk to a woman? -Yeah.
Well, it's all part of the job, I suppose.
I'll tell you, if I were in your shoes…
…I would have choked him out and beat his ass.
No, I wanted to. Trust me.
But today is my very first day working here.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
It's your first day?
-Yes. -Aw.
Let me officially introduce you to your first client.
Great! Glad it's a woman.
BELPH GREAT ILLUSTRATED ENCYCLOPEDIA
-Everything's in here. -Mm. Yeah.
-But honestly… -Mm?
…buying those encyclopedias was the only good thing that happened today.
It was awful, the level of misogyny I experienced today.
You can't imagine. But you know what was even more awful?
The misogyny of the women as well.
Seriously, if it hadn't been for that saleswoman,
I don't know what I would have done.
But I… I don't understand. Did she buy a car?
I need a car that's practical, dependable, looks good, and affordable.
But you understand.
I need a car for my job. That's really it.
Well, let's do it. And what do you do?
I sell encyclopedias.
I imagine…
I mean, I assume you already have the Belph illustrated encyclopedia?
-Right? -No.
Uh, no.
No, it's just that salespeople like that don't make very much.
And education isn't exactly a thriving industry, or whatever.
But don't worry. We'll pay for it over three years.
It's in very low installments. We'll hardly even notice it.
Yeah, well, I'm honestly not that worried about it.
No? Then what is it?
The reason you're there
is to sell cars, right?
Not to buy encyclopedias.
Yeah, I know.
But, well,
we needed an encyclopedia, didn't we?
Yeah, and this is a good one, I guess.
Mm. It's nice.
Mm.
-Are you looking for-- -No, thank you.
-I have some options here I can show you. -Thank you.
-No. -I can help you over here, folks.
-This is nice. -I like this one.
-Good morning, sir. Can I help you? -No.
-I can give you information… -No. No.
-…about this car. -No.
-Do you like it? -Yeah, I like it a lot. I'll take it.
We have a deal.
Sounds good. Thanks very much for your help.
This gentleman is going to go with this.
And the worst part is, right now, you're precisely the ones
who are reinforcing these stupid sexist stereotypes,
all over something as mundane as buying a car.
Isn't the car for you?
Then why do you have to ask your husbands for permission?
-Come on. We're leaving. -Hold on. Wait.
-I'm telling you this for your own good! -How disrespectful.
-Congratulations, sir. -Thank you again for all your help.
-No, the other one. -We're really happy with this one.
Thanks so much.
-Do you like it? -Oh!
-Hey, you! -Hello. What's up?
Fine. Very well. Thanks. And how are you? Better?
Okay. Doing okay, I guess.
Oh no, Eva. I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm here to collect the monthly payment for your encyclopedia.
-Please tell me you have the money ready. -I thought… Wasn't it tomorrow?
Not tomorrow.
It's today.
-What do you mean, "quit"? -Yeah.
Camilo, in the two weeks I've been at that dealership,
I haven't sold a single car.
All I've done is buy an encyclopedia
that we're gonna have to pay off for three years.
And the only reason they don't fire me
is because I was friends with the owner's daughter.
Yeah, but nobody said it was gonna be easy.
I know, but this is impossible.
I don't know.
I…
I'm realizing that I don't have any real skills
outside of talking about books.
No.
No, it's true. I don't have a place in the real world.
Oh, come on, Eva. Don't talk like that.
Camilo, I'm just being honest with you.
I feel totally lost, trying to sell people cars.
Yeah, but…
As a woman, they treat me like a novelty, but I'm useless.
The only reason they hired me is because I was friends with the owners' daughter.
-That's all. -I know things are difficult right now.
But you can't let yourself feel defeated.
You have to understand that making a living is not easy
and that holding down a job involves a lot of things.
It takes energy, patience,
persistence, tenacity,
but above all else, the ability to bounce back.
If you quit your job now,
it's not gonna make you feel any better about yourself.
It's only going to reinforce this idea you have
that you don't belong in this real world, which is bullshit.
I could try something else.
That's true. But why don't you try giving this job your all first?
-No, I don't want to. -Yes.
If you quit this job, let it be because you realize you've outgrown it.
Hmm? You've always known how to make people listen to you.
Why do you think this job is any different? Huh?
It's funny, I've been working at this dealership for over two weeks now
and I still haven't sold a single car.
Do you know why?
Because many people think that women don't know about cars.
But that's simply a prejudice people have because we live in a patriarchy.
So, please, allow me to give you a demonstration
and judge for yourself, okay?
This is the Dodge Coronet.
It's the latest we have in American vehicles.
If you want, go ahead, sit down. Mm-hmm.
This is typical of a lot of mid-size cars,
which prioritize engine power and comfort over fuel economy.
This car also has the latest in safety features.
Two three-point seat belts for the driver and passenger,
and it has a three-speed automatic transmission.
If you decide to buy either one of these, you won't just be making
one of the greatest investments of your life,
you will also be helping to break, um…
Sorry. Uh…
To break down a common prejudice in…
-Oh! Oh, hey! -Oh! Someone call an ambulance!
An ambulance! You, call an ambulance, quickly! Quickly!
Hey.
All right.
The, um…
Your results came back.
Okay. And?
What's up?
Hey!
You good? I didn't realize you'd get back so early.
Yes.
-How'd it go? -Good.
-Good? -Good. I made my first sale.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
Congratulations. So what did you sell?
An American Dodge Coronet
with a three-speed automatic transmission and a four-speed manual transmission.
Wow! That's amazing!
I also went to the doctor.
Is everything all right?
I'm pregnant.
I thought you were still on birth control.
No.
No, I stopped taking the pills after I got back from the trip.
I know we didn't plan for this.
But after everything that happened in Cauca,
with my mom and with Frida,
the idea of being a mom has been weighing on me.
What? I'm confused. I don't get the connection.
I don't know if you're gonna… understand.
But lately, I've had this feeling
that what I need in my life is something that is bigger than myself.
It was something my mom said, and it stuck with me.
She said we create new life to sublimate the weight of a death.
Like my mother's suicide.
While I was hallucinating, she explained to me
why Frida was so obsessed with the idea of motherhood.
But now I'm finally realizing that all of that was a message
my subconscious has been trying to tell me.
Which is why, now that I know I'm pregnant,
it feels like it's something I have to do.
It's like a call from somewhere inside me.
I don't know where, but I have to follow it.
Are you angry?
No.
Well, I don't know.
So why didn't you tell me this before?
Because I wasn't going to discuss it with anyone, Camilo.
Ultimately, I'm going to have this child, with you or without you.
Camilo didn't know how to react to this surprise declaration.
The fact that he had been excluded from a decision of that magnitude
seemed to him an act of selfishness, bordering on betrayal.
Eventually, I realized he was reacting like this
because he was worried about having a child
at a time when he was also struggling to support the apartment
and take care of Antonia.
He felt like we were being irresponsible.
But, on the other hand, this child was already creating
a bond between us that would keep us together for life.
So we decided to see this child as a blessing.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I love you.
You and
the baby that we're expecting.
My little Neruda.
At the 364, we celebrated the unexpected news of my pregnancy
with a small gathering.
It was a quiet affair,
full of more love and tenderness than we usually had
at our little headquarters of anarchy in excess.
It's good that Camilo took the news so well, right?
Yes, but, deep down, I know that he's very worried about our finances.
But you know how he is. He keeps those things to himself.
Well, sure, but eventually you had to talk about it.
Remember, Eva, this baby is a blessing, but it's also a great responsibility.
Of course. But I think I feel ready now.
You know what else?
-I sold a car at the dealership. -Oh really?
Mm-hmm. And the commissions for car sales are very good.
-Well, then congratulations, Eva. -Thank you.
Everyone, the food is coming, so let's have a seat now.
-I'll get plates. -Wait. Hold on.
No, no, no. Don't go. Stay here.
I would like to…
say a few words, if you'll allow me.
-Of course. -Well…
-Um… -…Camilo, Eva… congratulations.
The mission of a couple is to create a family,
to populate this world.
You now have… the most beautiful responsibility a person can have.
-Mm. -Being a parent. Right?
-Mm-hmm. That's true. -Well said.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
-Let's cheers. -Cheers!
To your future family.
Very good. Very good.
Uh… I do have a request.
-Ah. -If… if… it's all right with you.
When the time comes, um…
I would request… that your son or your daughter
be baptized.
I know you don't believe in God, Eva, but the rest of the family does,
and it would be very nice if your baby could at least
receive the sacred sacrament of baptism.
-Yeah, um… -Don't answer now. Think about it.
-We'll think about it. -I think that would be a lovely gesture.
We'll consider it.
Cheers.
And the second request I have… is…
Well, let's suppose that it's a boy.
Please consider giving him my name. José.
I wanted to give Camilo my name, but Ana wouldn't agree to it.
Not again. Honey, José is an old name.
No…
-Well, "old" is relative, isn't it? -All right, mother.
But it would be such an honor
if my second grandchild's name is José.
You don't have to answer now, but just think about it.
-Yes, we'll think-- -And if it's a girl?
Oh, don't name her Ana. Something else. That's an old lady's name.
Lucy, like our great-grandmother.
Well, that is a lovely name for a baby.
-That sounds nice. -Beautiful.
-Cheers. -Now we can eat.
Cheers.
-Oh, he's so beautiful! So cute. -Isn't he?
My dad never let me have a dog when I was a kid,
so I always knew I'd get one when I was older, and here it is.
Aw! Look how cute he is.
-He's perfect. Come here! -Come here. Come here.
-I know what we'll name him. -What?
Oh, please don't say "José." My dad will kill us both.
-Come here. Come here. -No, no, not José.
-What then? -Schopenhauer.
-It fits! -Schopenhauer?
Your name is going to be Schopenhauer.
-Schopenhauer? -He likes it.
Every other dog is named Kaiser, or Lazio, or Trotsky,
but none are named Schopenhauer, right?
It's agreed. We're gonna call this handsome fellow Schopenhauer.
Come here. You're so cute.
-Eva, I wanted to tell you something. -Here.
Having a dog is like… It's like having a baby, right?
I mean, a child, it needs education, right?
-And care. -Yes.
So this is gonna have to be a shared responsibility.
-Right? -Yes, I know. He's like a child.
-Exactly, -Mm-hmm.
-More or less. -Yeah. Come here!
Camilo brought Schopenhauer into the apartment
not only to fulfill his childhood desire,
but as a way to prepare the both of us for our new permanent responsibility
of being parents.
So we could learn to start responding as a team,
to protect someone who depended on us 100%.
So we worked out an agreement,
and I took up my share of responsibilities with Schopenhauer.
Meanwhile, Camilo was focused on work
and on finishing an essay for his research seminar class.
He had to read For a Critique of the Political Economy of the Sign
by the French semiotician Jean Baudrillard.
And, as always, literature became a guide to the paradoxes of life
by reminding us again how different our social origins were
before we became a couple.
FOR A CRITIQUE OF THE POLITICAL ECONOMY OF THE SIGN
Motherhood gave me an entirely new outlook on things,
and I had to accept that my own room, which I prized so much,
would soon become a room for our child.
We could put the bedside table next to it, with the rug, maybe even some lamps.
I saw some elephant ceramics over there.
We could fill the whole room with them and put stuffed animals on the shelves.
It'll look great. Our kid won't even wanna leave.
According to Baudrillard,
the notion of interior design for the lower classes
was based on an excess of color, overcrowding, and symmetry.
That is, a great many things organized in perfect balance.
Don't you like it?
No. No, the truth is, Camilo, I prefer something else.
-You do? Like what? -I don't know. Something more simple.
On the other hand, for the French semiologist,
interior design for the upper classes was characterized
by an austerity in color, by minimalism, and by asymmetry.
Shall we keep looking? Yeah?
Sure. Fine.
Camilo really liked that crib. But, to me, it was in poor taste.
And, although I never said it out loud,
he knew right away that I thought it looked tacky.
And here we have the cutest guy in the whole house.
Hi, Schopenhauer.
However, that experience didn't deter him
from voicing his opinion on everything else.
In the end, we arrived at a kind of design compromise for the room
that was the synthesis of our differing class backgrounds.
-Ta-da! -Say hi, Eva. Say hi.
-What do you think? -Wow. Look at that.
Beautiful.
Everything is looking…
…really, really nice.
Camilo, you like it?
-Yeah, I think it's great. -Come here.
It's very cool.
Come on, Schopenhauer. Come here.
-It's a nice color, isn't it? -Yeah, it's nice.
-Very cool. -Very nice.
But are you… are you gonna sell this one or…
Huh? No, no. We're gonna buy it.
-We are? -Yes, of course. We need a car, don't we?
Now that we're having a baby, we can't ride the bus all the time,
and we can't spend all our money on taxis, so we need a car.
Sure. That's true.
-But this car costs a fortune, Eva. -Camilo, wait, wait.
Since I work at the dealership,
they're going to sell us this car with a discount.
On top of that, they're even going to give me a long-term loan.
Don't worry. Hmm?
Come on, shake your body, baby Do the conga
I know you can't Control yourself any longer
Come on, shake your body, baby Do the conga
I know you can't Control yourself any longer
Leather upholstery, V8 engine…
Halogen lights, air conditioning, and a three-speed automatic transmission.
This car is incredible!
This was a very smart purchase.
-This car will last you a lifetime. -I sure hope so.
Now that you've seen our new car, whenever you need it,
just let us know, and we'll lend it to you.
Huh?
-No, not really. -Yes, really. Cars are meant to be driven.
-Now we have to name it. -We already did.
-What? -Its name is Willy.
-Huh? -Huh?
After Willington Ortiz, the soccer player.
Okay. I like that name, kid.
Yes? It's good?
Now we have to take it to a priest so he can bless it.
-Of course, yeah. -Are you serious?
Whoo!
Faster, Eva!
Look at them. Oh, screw you!
And may the Lord turn his face towards you and give you peace.
I now bless Willy in the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Aw, that's cute. Do you like it?
-I love it. -So do I. Thank you.
Thank you. Hey, kid. You need to cover the steering wheel and the upholstery.
Get curtains with tassels and a picture of the Virgin Mary,
and we're all set.
-No, that's too-- -We also have to put a horn in the front.
-Okay. We'll find some with tassels. -Really?
-Where do you think we're gonna buy that? -Come on.
They call this part of town "the ultimate car paradise."
-Can't find it here, it doesn't exist. -They have it all.
Yeah! Let's go!
Yeah! Yeah!
-Careful. Eyes on the road. -I wanna race!
Better tighten that hose, kid. And don't let a drop of water spill.
Yes, sir.
Son of a bitch!
Tell your girlfriend to be careful with the door.
-She doesn't have to slam it-- -I told her. Eva, careful with the door.
-I told you. -Spark plugs are ready.
-Perfect. -Oil's ready.
Oil's ready. Perfect. We're doing good. We're doing good.
-Let's go. -You, Álvaro? How's the radiator looking?
-Full. The radiator's full. -Careful.
Let's go! Let's go!
All right. We finished washing. Now, let's start waxing, okay?
-Yes, sir. -Let's go!
I'm exhausted just watching them.
Come on, shake your body, baby Do the conga
One month later and our lives were on course.
But when it came to taking care of Schopenhauer, I got off track.
That's when the worst thing that could have happened finally did.
MATERNITY
Eva?
I was worried about you. Everything all right? You okay?
Something happen?
Where's Schopenhauer?
He got lost.
-What? -Yeah.
Yeah, I was reading in the park. When I looked up, he was gone.
And then a man told me he saw him chase after another dog.
-I don't know. -I thought you always kept him on a leash!
No, because tying him up always seemed so cruel.
-Ugh! -And I wanted--
Leave this here. We gotta go look for him.
-Where were you, in the park? -Yeah. Yes.
-But where were you? -Around the corner.
-I was around the corner with him and-- -Schopenhauer!
-Where did you look?
Schopenhauer!
But where were you?
-Uh, right here. -How could you let him go like that?
-Schopenhauer! -Why didn't you just leash him up, Eva?
-Schopenhauer! -Schopenhauer!
Schopenhauer!
We have to keep looking tomorrow, see if we can find him.
I can't believe it. It's like he just vanished.
-Right? -No.
Wha… what do you mean, "vanished"? He didn't just vanish.
No, Eva, you lost track of him because you weren't paying attention.
I don't get it. Why do you have to be so irresponsible?
-What do you mean, "irresponsible"? -Irresponsible!
-It was only two seconds! -How could you let him off the leash?
I always let him off the leash!
-And he never runs way. -That's the problem! He ran away today!
You can't blame me--
-It is your fault, Eva! -It's not my fault!
That dog was like our son! How could you let him get lost?
I didn't, Camilo! How was I supposed to know--
Of course! Right! You never know! Is that how you're gonna be a mother?
Eva!
Fuck!
It's your fault, Eva! That dog was like our son!
How could you let him get lost?
Maybe someday you'll find a reason
to be a mother.
Of course! Right! You never know! Is that how you're gonna be a mother?
Yes, brother, I fucked up.
She ran out of the house,
and I didn't even have time to apologize to her.
No, well, this… this is just like the other times we fought.
She'd stay at Luisa's, so I thought she might be there.
Ah, Luisa isn't there?
Oh, well… okay, then maybe she went off to look for Luisa at the hospital.
Let's hope so.
Fine. If you hear anything, let me know, okay? All right.
Thanks. Okay. Bye.
Hello?
Hey, Luisa. Hey.
Are you with Eva right now?
-Where is she? -Camilo!
Oh, hey. How's she doing?
The accident was serious. She has contusions, but she'll recover.
-Okay. Where is she? -Wait. Hold on.
-You need to know something. -What?
Camilo, she lost the baby.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to say any of that, I swear.
Camilo,
did we lose the baby?
Yes.
I'm sorry.
We're gonna find a way through this. I promise.
We're gonna have more children, and we're gonna move forward.
I swear to you.
How is Eva?
She's very sad.
Is Camilo with her?
Yes, he is, ma'am. They're in the room together.
Do you know what happened?
She was hit by… a drunk driver.
No.
Do your parents know?
Yes.
Luisa said she'd take care of that,
of telling them.
Everyone was so excited.
Mm.
It feels like the universe is punishing us.
-I can't think of another explanation. -No. Don't think about that right now.
Focus on your recovery, on getting well.
-That's all. -No, Camilo, I feel bad.
It was selfish of me not to tell you about my decision to have a child,
and… I pressured myself into motherhood.
I felt like there was this inner voice calling me, but…
-Mm. -…it turns out, there wasn't.
It was just a fantasy I had concocted while I was high.
Yeah, well… Don't worry. Now is not the time to blame yourself.
But I feel like I need an explanation.
Hey, you.
How do you feel?
I feel like it's my fault.
Oh no.
Eva,
how can such a beautiful person, who's brought so much joy into our lives,
feel guilty?
The only one who should feel guilty is the drunk driver who did this.
Right now, be sad.
You have every right to be.
But, deep down, I hope you can take some comfort in knowing
that all of the pain you're feeling
is our pain too.
Do you know why?
Because we love you with all our hearts.
And you earned that love, Eva.
By being a good person and a good friend.
Mm.
So take as long as you need to feel sad.
We're all here for you. Hmm?
But after that, you're going to get out of this bed,
and you're going to be just as strong
and rebellious as you always were.
That's what we want.
Hmm?
Everyone in this room agrees
that the world is a much better place with you in it.
Come here. Come here.
Everything will be fine.
Hmm.
It's gonna be okay, Eva.
That asshole.
And that's how I almost became a mother again.
Camilo and I went back to the apartment to pick up the crib,
along with everything else we'd gotten for the baby.
It was a devastating experience.
For me, it was the most painful blow of my life,
after my mother's suicide.
The cutest dog in the house. Say hi to your little brother. Say hi.
And as I was saying goodbye to the idea of being a mother,
I realized that the pain shared by two people can tear them apart.
but only a deep love can keep them together.
You'll be here soon, my love.
It was only through the help of our friends and family,
and the love we had for each other, which was now stronger than ever,
that we were able to begin the healing process.
Although I believe that the hole left by the child we never had
lingers in my soul to this very day.
Mm.
Thank you, Tulita.
Good thing you were free today so you could come by and help, hmm?
Mm.
You were free, right?
Mm-mm. But I wasn't going to leave you alone here, sweetie.
Not after what happened. No, no, no.
Besides, they understood. They're keeping me on.
Mm.
That's because you're a great woman and no one wants to lose you.
-Oh, my dear. -It's true.
That was good.
Thank you.
Hello.
Hey.
-Hello, Tulia. -Camilo, how are you?
-Good, and you? -Good.
Well, I'll leave you two alone now.
-Would you like some broth? -Yes. Thank you. That would be great.
-I'll get you some and finish up. -Thank you.
And you?
-Mm. -Huh?
-How are you? -Fine.
-Taken care of? Hmm? -Mm.
Do you realize how much people love you?
-Well, I deserve it, no? -Yes.
You deserve it.
At 364, they almost came to blows over who would get to take care of you.
Then I talked to Tulia, and…
no one was gonna argue with that.
You still have a few days of recovery left, so I brought some gifts.
-Wanna see? -Let's see. Mm-hmm.
First thing…
"Families become stronger through the act of cherishing
and commemorating
all who have helped to define their shared history."
Oh, Schopenhauer.
-So cute. -Mm-hmm.
I brought you a second gift as well.
Mm…
The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco.
Hmm.
Another book on semiotics?
No, if you can believe it.
This is Eco's first novel.
-I didn't know he was writing literature. -Yeah, me neither.
I asked for a recommendation from Professor Castillejo.
He recommended it since they just finished editing it.
I went through every bookstore in the neighborhood looking for it
until I found it.
Well, I love it. Thank you.
I also brought you this.
From Dr. Alicia.
My dear Eva, I heard about what happened,
and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.
I haven't come to see you because I know how uncomfortable sick visits can be.
But I wanted to write you a letter to tell you that I believe
you'll be able to overcome this tragedy and move forward.
You're one of those people who can find hope
even in the darkest of circumstances.
You pick yourself up and you make this world better every single day.
Maybe that's why there are so many of us
who admire you, even more of us who love you,
and even more still who want nothing more than to see you back on your feet again.
So, please, get well soon.
We need you.
I'm sending you a hug and a kiss.
From your friend Alicia.
Camilo.
-Oh, hey. -You good?
-How'd it go? -Fine.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Are they gonna take the damaged car as initial cost for the other or…
No. No, but they're gonna take it back for a good price.
-Oh, well, that's not bad. -Um…
I decided I'm done driving for now. I'm gonna use public transportation.
Well, at least until our financial situation improves
and we can afford that sort of thing, okay?
-Mm? -Well, sure.
That makes a lot of sense to me.
Hey, you!
-Hello. -How are you?
I'm fine.
Oh, you must be Camilo.
-Yes. Nice to meet you. Camilo Granados. -Nice to meet you.
And you are, uh… uh…
-Olga Torres. I sell the encyclopedias. -Ah!
-She told you I sold her one? -Sure, sure.
-Uh, so I'm also here for the little fee. -That's today? Really?
-Yeah, today. Of course it's today. -It's today. Okay.
Right. She's here for the fee.
-Your payment? -Oh, the fee.
That's why they say you need to get a husband.
Right.
As the June rain began to fall,
it brought with it ghosts from the past.
The manager from Camilo's publishing house summoned him to his office
to talk about the possibility of him writing a second book.
-Camilo Granados? -But on that day…
…someone was going to reenter his life in the most surprising way.
Someone that would inspire me to set a whole new goal in my life.
No.
Professor?
Camilo Granados?
-Wow. Professor Estela. -Yes.
How are you?
EVA LASTING