:48:00
Look, this is the small kid
of my younger son.
:48:03
He's very nice!
:48:06
This picture wasn't taken
in Cuba.
:48:08
No, this is in Las Palmas,
in the Canaries.
:48:12
Imagine that I arrived
in Cuba at the age of 20.
:48:15
And with time, I could buy some land,
I got married.
:48:20
And my son, who is an engineer,
has become Spanish.
:48:23
4 years ago.
:48:25
That's life. Some leave, some come.
:48:36
My paperbox!
:48:43
Is there anybody?
:48:47
What's happening?
There is water...
:48:50
The tap is broken and
the wash-hand basin is stopped.
:48:55
It smells like meat.
:48:57
Meat? I don't sense anything.
:48:59
Chopped meat.
:49:02
There has to be a can,
in some corner.
:49:04
I recognize this smell.
:49:07
Let me search.
:49:12
Look! There's a can.
:49:15
But it's old, it is rusted.
:49:17
What a sense of smell you have!
:49:20
It never misleads me, comrade.
:49:22
That feels like fresh meat,
from a box which has just been opened...
:49:26
The small yellow and red box,
:49:28
with meat
and tomatos drawn above...
:49:31
This is what I feel.
:49:34
but I'm so hungry, I could be wrong.
:49:45
What a son of a bitch!
:49:52
Look at this!
:49:53
What is that?
:49:55
There are people who abuse!
:49:59
The stations,