My grandmother kept
all her things under lock and key.
She was obsessed with the idea that someone
might steal whatever she kept.
When she died,
we had to empty her flat
before selling it.
I always wanted to know
what was inside those pieces of furniture.
We had gotten used to that flat.
It was a cheap rental.
We all came from afar
and we ended up creating our own bubble.
The Society of Laughter.
Sharing a home in Granada.
But the landlords had told us
that we had to leave.
They needed it for their family.
Shit.
You’re late, huh?
Sorry, man, I fell asleep.
Hey, did you write that at the end or not?
Yes, want me to read it to you?
My grandmother
kept all her things under lock and key.
She was obsessed with the idea that someone
might steal whatever she kept.
When she died, we had to—
No, no, no. A fucking pile of shit, man.
With affection...
But a fucking pile of shit.
What's in the drawer? I don’t know.
Because it could have
the correspondence of Hitler
with Franco to invade Toulouse.
I don’t know, something like that.
I don’t know.
Well, if I haven’t told you
what was inside.
You know what you’re missing?
Huh?
Watch a movie to get inspired.
Do you think that
just because you pass Humanities
they’ll buy you books?
That’s not how the market works, dude...
He’s Bird. A real rara avis.
With him
we were probably
the only student flat
where the ironing board was used daily.
Passionate about history,
from the Cretaceous to today,
about geography, about the arts
and basically everything,
he had an opinion, above all.
He only wanted
to prove that he had read
all the newspapers of that week.
He was like putting into a cocktail
the Wikipedia database
with the tenderness of a teddy bear,
noble as an 11th-century Templar
and with the smooth talk of a street vendor
selling self-help books.
Dressed inside
like a posh kid
and on the outside, with his unmistakable
red Harrington jacket.
Fuelled with five coffees a day.
Shaken and dropped into the
Faculty of Economics.
Excuse me.
Do you have a light?
Yes, thanks. And a cigarette?
No, sorry.
Thanks.
Bird nicknamed me Tommy
And although that's not my name,
everyone calls me that: Tomás, the skeptic.
The one who denied that Jesus had risen
until he was allowed to touch him.
He says I'm always defensive,
with a “no” right off the bat,
what he doesn’t say
is that he's always on the attack.
Is that what you want, huh?
What?
What you want,
is to hang out with fucking hippies. Right?
Doing nothing.
All day out on the street.
The good life.
Focus, you have to wake up, dude.
You have to wake up.
Look
They’re coming over there.
What the heck?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Helloooo
What a romantic place.
To get in the mood.
Cachopo studies architecture,
he’s the math part of the flat.
Methodical and disciplined,
but like gremlins,
a single drop transforms him.
In his case, alcohol.
Every time we went out partying
he’d take a glass from the bar.
He says that that way
the night becomes memorable.
The glasses were just the beginning.
From there he moved on to street signs.
A set of rubber duckies,
baby shoes...
He rummaged through garbage
shouting, “They throw everything away!”
Silvie ended up forbidding it.
It lasted three weeks.
Until one Holy Tuesday
he went out to get some fresh air
and said he'd just have a beer.
It ended up getting out of hand.
At 3 a.m.
he called us asking for help.
We carried a couch
from the other end of Granada
screaming
“Long live the Christ of the good nap!”
Silvie ended up
surrendering to the charms of trash
and the couch became our divan.
Just imagine a world
full of frogs.
Everything frog-themed.
Yes, where they say:
This spring, green will be in.
Silvie is one of us in the flat.
She studies psychology,
never paid rent,
although she did bring
an ugly piece of bathroom furniture.
Well,
and she always replenished shampoo and gel.
We all smelled like her shampoo.
This is Lucía,
she’s the only one from Granada.
I don’t know what she saw in us,
but on the first day of Intro
to Anthropology, she lent me a pen.
I told her all those little flowers
were tacky.
And she thought it was funny.
Now she’s the president
of the Laughter Society.
Ooooh!
What are you doing?
Granada!
You’re beautiful even when you sleep.
Granada, you’re the prettiest of all.
No, no, you guys don’t get it...
Granada!
Oh no!
Take that!
Freedom of speech, right?
Bird!
Damn!
Show some respect, damn it.
Attention!
What are my eyes seeing?
Trash! They throw everything away!
They throw eveeerything away.
You guys don’t get it.
Little trash.
I’m coming with you!
Little birdie!
Does it work? A miracleee!
Look, Tommy!
Write now.
Finally, you’re going to be the depressed Russian poet
you’ve always wanted to be.
On our last night of partying
there had to be a memorable loot.
A magic slate.
An Osho tarot
and a Tao book in English.
A set of Tibetan prayer flags,
a typewriter,
a racket,
and a chest full of Indian
and cowboy figures
with a photo album of people
we never met.
The ugliest bird in the whole West.
Don’t tell that to Little Birdie.
Pick one.
I’m going to miss you guys.
I hope this apartment stays like this forever.
I hope so.
Lucía once
asked me if at any point
I had felt attracted to her.
She thought it was a necessary condition
for Philipa,
her German girlfriend,
whom we saw twice in six years,
to give the green light to our friendship.
This is interesting. Anyway.
Holding the Great form
the great form, huh? all pass away.
Which translated means:
if you grab it with both hands
we’ll stay all summer.
because “the great form”
yeah, you call anything the great form.
Look, the card of maturity. For you.
Bounce, bounce.
Here.
Take that, Emoboy.
You shut up.
Listen, I’ll read you one
that you’ll like more.
This one’s shit.
No, not this one.
This one.
The Tao is like an empty room.
It’s full of possibilities.
And looking at this one
where no box fits anymore,
It’s limited.
The Feng Shui here is totally off.
Take feng shui.
Feng shui for me!
Hey guys.
What if we look for an apartment
together after summer?
Well, seriously.
Look.
Hey, be careful with those plans
I have to live from them
someday.
Cachopo takes
the big room at the back.
And I’ll take this one, for…
to not hear them…
Fucking. They’re at it all day.
So don’t count on me
my tolerance for filth
is only as a guest.
They just called us
fucking pigs to our faces.
But this time we look for
outside-facing rooms.
No basements.
Well, my brother has a parking spot
where we always put all our stuff.
If you want, he can put the things there
while you search over summer.
Perfect, then.
But let’s do it for real.
We’ll look for an apartment together.
Seriously, guys?
Who’s with me?
Little Tommy.
Count me in.
With you till the end. Bro.
Relax, dude.
Bird’s advice.
At the end of that week we left the apartment.
While moving the last furniture,
it was already listed as a vacation rental.
Scum.
Hey guys.
How’s it going?
How’s summer?
Today I’m a little worried
about the apartment situation.
I don’t know if you’re looking too
or not, I’m not sure.
We could do a video call
to talk about it.
Okay? Let me know.
Alright?
What are all these boxes?
Half my life.
Don’t leave this a mess
this is the guest room now.
At least until we find a place in Granada.
And are you staying at the pizzeria?
I don’t know.
And this summer
there’s no work.
Well,
you’ll surely find something
that pays better.
I’m going in to work.
Pick this up a little.
Hey! What’s up, guys?
Look, I had to tell you...
Silvie and I have been talking
and we decided that
we’re going to try living together.
Just the two of us.
Nothing, I’m getting off this ride.
Rooms.
Hello, good morning.
Yes, it’s still available.
Although, to be honest,
I just showed it
and they’re quite interested.
You have supermarkets
and you’re 15 minutes walking from the center,
so just think about it
and if you’re interested, let me know and
we can arrange a visit.
Okay, bye.
Hug, man.
Man, looking for an apartment, huh?
Tough. They’re three times more expensive.
Tough, tough. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, is this the one?
I’ll show you the apartment,
see what you think.
We brought the reservation.
Can you imagine the sofa here?
Look. Wow!
This is amazing.
No kidding.
Tommy.
Tell me.
I was going to say that
I can’t rent with you.
What? No, I can’t.
No, it’s not possible.
But, how come you can’t?
I talked to my parents
and it’s either I get a real job or
I go back to the village with them
and I’m out.
But then, what the hell are we doing here?
Damn, man,
I came to say goodbye properly too.
With you till the end, right?
And the furniture?
Well,
Cachopo and Silvie
you know they’re going to dig through
millions of treasures in the trash.
So you can keep everything,
because
Lucía also has Germany stuff.
and she’s leaving, so
What do you mean?
Lucía is going to Germany.
Hasn’t she told you?
No,
Damn, she told me that
we can stay the night,
but tomorrow we have to clear
her brother’s garage,
he needs the space.
What?
Do you like it?
My grandmother kept everything under lock and key.
When we went to clear out her house,
we opened her closets.
There wasn’t any correspondence
between Franco and Hitler to invade Toulouse.
No jewelry or watches either.
Only tablecloths, embroideries, and napkins.
When we asked who wanted them,
no one wanted to take them.
None of us knew
the stories behind them.
I suppose furnishing
is filling a place with history.
Hey, didn’t your mom make pancakes today?
Yes, she’s making them just for you.
Yes, I agreed with her on that.
Since I’m leaving at 12:00 now.
Ah, right. I’m starving.
I need to have some breakfast. Right?
Can I come up? Sure, sure,
I’m starving.
Yes, yes. Go ahead.
Go for it.
I’m going to Berlin.
With Philippa.
I’m a little scared, honestly.
But you’re doing the right thing.
I’m going to miss you.
And I’ll miss you too.
Hey,
promise me something.
Stop writing.
Don’t write. It’s crap. Really.
Just kidding, man! Damn!
You can’t even joke. Yeah, or what?
Yeah, seriously.
Write, okay?
Get us out of poverty, please.
Come here, damn it!
Don’t just stand there.
Hey! I want to.
Come, come.
You guys are awesome!
I love you. And me too.
Guys, I love you all.
And that’s how the Society of Laughter ended.
Recycle Command,
lililili.
I want this one.
You grabbed the shiniest one,
what a fox. Come over here.
Babe, I’ll help you.
Hi.
How’s it going?
Hi.
Hey, do you have a little paper?
Huh? Yes.
Great. Thanks.
Can I take two?
Yes.
How’s it going?
Good, just looking at apartments.
Apartment?
Well, a room.
Things are bad, huh?
Pretty bad.
Well. Do you smoke?
Yes.
Hey, if you want, you can come over there
with my friends and have a…
Mmmm
Sure, yes.
You in?
Yes.
Come on.
Hi, do you play an instrument?
Guitar.
Ah, you mean a little? Yeah.
How’s it going?
This is the Snail Team.
Yes, lilili.
Take two. Okay.
And you have to…
Move it like this
Like this? Yes.
No, wait a second
Breathe.
Like this, and now throw one
And when you throw one
and your hand is empty,
throw the other.
Okay, start with one first. Like this.
Keep a rhythm.
Trust me. Okay.
Grab an apple and throw it.
Look
Yeah, perfect.
Trust yourself
Eeeh!
Hey, you did fantastic
I’m Wild Orchid.
We’re broadcasting on Radio Broccoli
connecting directly with Pachamama.
Man, it would be nice to arrive during the day, right?
For me, yes, honestly.
I’d start heading out.
Well, up to you.
Honestly, I don’t mind.
Do you want to come?
No, no, no.
I’ll keep… I’m sticking with my thing.
Okay, let’s start cleaning up. Come on. Right? Let’s go.
See you later, guys.
See you later.
Take care.
Hey, guys.
Is there room for me?
Who’s cooking today?
It’s my turn.
Hey, you play amazingly, right?
Where are you going?
Up to the mountain.
Wild style.
Wild style. Yes.
What’s your name?
Alessia.
And you?
I don’t know
what fits me.
Deep Sea.
I like it.
A door closing.
A window opening.
I didn’t know where I was going.
I didn’t even tell my parents.
I accepted that my life was unfurnished.
Or as that book said:
Infinite possibilities.
I couldn’t say no.
It was a call of destiny.
I chose "Si" Yes instead of "No".
"Sino" (Destiny)