:15:18
Go ahead and count them.
:15:23
Well, Don Agustin, has it appeared?
:15:25
Yes, the water's here.
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(one, two, three...)
:15:28
And how far down do we have to dig?
(Four...)
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Each coin counts as a meter
(Five...)
:15:32
The total equals the depth you have to dig.
(six...)
:15:35
(... seven,eight.)
:15:38
And how many coins are there?
:15:40
Eight.
:15:41
Eight meters. Thats what you have to excavate.
:15:44
Well, okay, now we know what to do.
:15:46
That's easy, not too deep.
:15:48
My father was capable of doing things
:15:50
that others saw as almost miracles
:15:52
but to me
:15:55
being a part of him,
:15:56
they seemed the most normal things in the world.
:16:02
My mother was one of the schoolteachers
:16:03
retaliated against after the civil war.
:16:06
She taught me to read and write.
:16:10
Softly going up
:16:13
and strongly going down.
:16:16
A little more
:16:18
more ink, wet your pen.
:16:23
Oh, another inkstain!
:16:25
It doesn't matter, go on
:16:27
Go on
:16:31
That's it.
:16:32
She was with me everyday
:16:35
however I have few definite memories of her
:16:38
from that time.
:16:41
I remember her sitting next to a window
:16:45
in the afternoons
:16:46
sewing my dresses,
:16:48
in the greenhouse
:16:50
taking care of her flowers,
:16:52
in the patio varnishing old furniture
:16:55
that she got from God knows where.
:16:57
And at night
:16:59
reading those novels she liked so much.