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One… two… three… four
Four… Three… Two… One
When I graduated from teacher’s college.
I went back home to ask for my position and all that stuff.
As soon as I get to my house, some agents come over,
I was on my way to pick up my memorandum.
They tell me.
Mr. the Interior Minister Adeth Zamora
wants to have a conversation with you.
So my whole body goes whaam.
You know? I tell them, you know
I’m going to pick up my memorandum
and from there I’ll go to the Ministry.
What?
He takes out his rifle on the spot.
They’d been waiting outside with a jeep.
No way you’re coming later…
You’re coming now
and I was with my little girl.
My two-year old daughter was there
I was there for almost a year in seventy-three.
Thank you Mrs. Bilbao for such a brave testimony.
One year…
Imagine yourself, mister listener.
Being away from your family for a year…
Who gives you back that time?
Are the perpetrators of these acts in jail, by any chance?
These criminals…
These murderers!
They walk freely around our city.
Some of them even have positions in the public administration
Tell me…
What do we know about ex-interior minister Adeth Zamora?
Does anyone know his whereabouts?
He’s been missing for years.
Fugitive from justice…
He’s probably enjoying a calm life protected by the empire
while mothers, fathers, children and grandparents
search desperately for the bodies of their relatives…
But no deed goes unpunished, Mr. Zamora.
Neither forget… Nor forgive.
"We arrived at a room, there was a person hanging by his arms, I was so impressed that I knew I was going to die there" M.V.
You miss them, right?
It’s the only thing I miss from the outside.
I wish I had the chance ...
To say goodbye, to hold them one last time.
To explain that everything.
I did was for the common good.
But it’s too late now.
In this country you shoot first and ask questions later.
I don't know my father, mother never talks to me about him.
I think it's better this way...You can't miss what you don't know.
You are too small to feel pain, boy.
There comes a time in life
where it all comes down to one decision.
There is no middle ground.
It’s good or it’s bad…
It’s the first step to becoming a man.
I can assure you that your father was in that position
and he is not here now…
I do not see it that way, a decision does not have to harm others.
Hurting people is bad ...
I don't understand why my mother does this to you ...
maybe she is still bad.
You're a child...
You don't have to understand it.
Sometimes we think we’re doing the right.
thing and we defend that stance to death…
An idea...
can be more dangerous than a weapon...
all these names remind me of that.
But now...
they’re only faceless names...
ghosts from the past.
The time of boots war drums is over.
Now I understand.
It’s not too late to start again.
Could you help me?
We all have the right to live.
"Imillas, what are you getting into?, what do know about politics?" A.Z.
Who’s the man downstairs, mom?
I’ve known for years… I didn’t say anything out of fear.
You don’t need to be afraid, he won’t hurt you.
I’m not afraid of him.
You’re just a kid, I don’t know how to explain.
Just try, mom!
I was only a child when they took me…
Those were violent times and people disappeared...
One day they came for me while I was at school…
They accused me of being a student leader…
I don’t get it mom.
I was locked up for sixteen months…
You can’t imagine how horrible that place was
and what man is capable of doing...
That man downstairs took my voice away.
And for many years the will to live...
until you got here.
when I held you in my arms
I understood I could keep going,
I didn't have to live in fear.
The man below could not be free.
Had to catch it.
Do justice.
death isn’t a punishment for this kind of men…
But you’re not like this.
I don’t recognize you mom.
You are good, you’re incapable of harming another person.
Pain changes people.
We must do the right thing mom,
it’s not too late…
He has a family that he misses.
What did he say to you?
Nothing.
What did he say to you?
You’ve come to kill me… Thank you.
Stop, mom! You are not a murderer!
Stop!
Just do it, get this over with.
Do it at once! End this!
I know I deserve it.
Maybe I don’t remember you…
But I remember the others..
Now it’s late for apologies...
You and I know how this has to end…
Go ahead… Kill me.
Kill me! Kill me please!
No! Please don’t do it!
No!
It all comes down to one decision.
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