The best thing about traveling by land is to refrain from sleeping and to listen:
-I very seldom have nightmares but when I have them, the main theme in general
is that I killed someone.
In my nightmares I am an assassin, and I wake up crying
because I no longer believe in God, who could be the only one capable of comforting me
with his mercy. The only one I respect. Then I dry my tears and feel that I am a good
person, that it has all been a bad dream and that I would never kill anyone.
One night I dreamt that I killed a man with a stick. I got rid of the body but could
not get rid of the head. I was in a hurry to go to work, so I put the man’s head on a
kitchen shelf. I would take care of it when I came back from work. When I got back in
the evening, there was a not from my father on the table. It was that time when my
father would come to the city on business and would fly back home in the evening. The
note said: “I arranged your kitchen shelf. Love, Daddy.”
Sure enough, the kitchen shelf now had a false bottom and behind it was the
well-concealed head of the dead man. I woke up crying – what a great family I have!
What unconditional love! I had the urge to call all my siblings, my parents; I could not
wait to see them. You should meet them.
Last night I dreamt again. I was coming out of my Grandma’s house after a visit
and, when looking for my car keys in my purse, I found a black hand. Dark skin. I
realized I killed a black woman. The keys in my purse are not my car keys but the keys
to an apartment where I am going and where I know the body is. I woke up crying a
screaming.
- Who did the hand belong to?
- I guess the maid’s. Poor thing.
- And you never cry for the people you killed?
- Well, I hardly know them.
This movie was created in the vapor of this conversation.
Lucrecia Martel
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