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FACT: IT IS LEGAL TO KILL AN INDIAN IN BRAZIL.
FILM: ”After foreign incursion into his territory killed off the wildlife his community survived on, a young Amazonian warrior starts hunting a new prey: white men.”
The film was selected in 30 international festivals - in Toronto, Paris, New York, Sao Paulo…- and won 10 awards.

The Man Who Killed God [2012]
Short film, dark comedy 15min.
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Imagine #130 Troubles speaking Spanish 

I was on my way to Spain, to meet with my sister Shakira. The difference between the two of us was the fact that I grew up in London. My parents moved from Colombia, so I was not good at speaking Spanish at all, even though my parents talked Spanish I grew up surrounded by people talking English.

Shakira lived with Gerard and they had to kids, so I never had the occasion to spend more time with the two of them, but since I just graduated, I had 3 months for myself, what better vacation then going to Barcelona.

I landed in Barcelona and Gerard came to pick me up after his training, because Shakira was at a shooting. After all this years I was still impressed how much taller he was next to me.

“Welcome back” he said as he hugged me strongly.

“Hey!” I said happy that after 5 months I was able to see this part of the family.

“How was the flight?” He asked once we got inside the car.

“It was okay, not long.” I smiled as I looked around the amazing car he had, “are Milan and Sasha home?”

“I think Milan is still in kinder garden, but Sasha is home yes.”

“So excited to see them!”

“So is Milan, he is already planning to go at the aqua park with you.” Pique laughed.

“I promised him we would go together.” I was so happy he remembered that.

When we were finally at their house I ran inside and threw my bag to go see little Sasha. He was in the kitchen, since his nanny was making him lunch.

“Sashaaaaaa!” I shout, scared the nanny but made him smile, “you are growing up so fast!”

“Welcome back miss (y/n)” the nanny suddenly said.

“Oh call me just (y/n), I’m not famous or anything.” I hugged her and then went back to Sasha to play with him.

After lunch Shakira finally came back home.

“You came!” She said excited as she noticed me in the living room. She was not alone; she picked up Milan and walked with him.

“Milan!”

“(y/n)” he said and ran to hug me as I picked him up. However, I was not able to talk a lot with hi, since my Spanish was bad.

We all sit at the table, since Shakira and Milan had to eat and we talked for a while.

“Want to come meet Messi?” Gerard suddenly asked out of nowhere.

“What?” I asked shocked as Shakira laughed at me. They both knew I was a big fan of Messi, I had the occasion to go see a game, but never talked with anyone from the team.

“We have an extra training tonight, want to come?”

“Of course I do!” I said as happy as ever.

“But please try to stay calm” he laughed.

“Will there also be Suarez, Mascherano, Iniesta and the others?” I asked freaking out.

“Yup, everyone from the team.”

I quickly got up and ran to get ready, while they all laughed at me. Shakira kept teasing me that I must have a crush on someone from the team, because there is no reason for me to get dressed up to go watch a training.

She was kind of right, I did like Neymar and Rafinha, but I was 70% sure that Rafinha was not going to be there, but Neymar will, so to look good was a good decision.

“C’mon admit it, which one is it?” She asked sitting on my bed, while I was looking for something to wear.

“No one, I just don’t want to embarrass Gerard.”

“Yeah right!” she laughed at my stupid answer.

“Let’s think this trough. He is probably your age, so we have… Marc, but he is already a father, we have Sergi Roberto, yet he is taken, there is Rafinha, but I am sure you know he is not going to be there and then the last one is Neymar. Who is 100% your type of guy, am I right?”

“You forgot Ter Stegen and Munir tho.” I said hoping this might distract her from the right choice.

“Yeah, but I know you are not in to shy guys, plus you always root for Brasil.”

“You are so annoying already.”

“So I was right! It is Neymar!” She jumped excited.

“Neymar what?” Gerard suddenly walked inside.

“Noth…” I tried to finish but Shakira stopped me.

“She likes him; c’mon help her get to him.”

“What? No, I cannot do that. She is like a sister to me.”

“So? Make her happy.” Shakira smiled, but I was so embarrassed I wanted to get in my suitcase and travel back to London.

“Can you two stop! I don’t need you to set me up with no one. I just want to meet Messi and the team. Now let’s go.” I said annoyed and walked to his car, because it was time to leave.

While driving I was quiet, since my stupid sister just told him that I was in to Neymar and I did not know what to say. He was also a little bit confused, not knowing how to deal with it.

“So this where we can leave our cars.” He said as we got out. There was so many amazing cars, from Ferraris to Audis and many others sport cars I would die to have.

“Geri” I suddenly heard from the back, as this was not embarrassing to me enough it was Neymar the first one I got to meet.

“Ney bro!” Gerard said as the two hugged and then looked at me, “this is Shakira’s sister (y/n)”

Neymar shake my hand and quickly hugged me, I guess they get friendly quickly, I could feel my cheeks getting red.

“Neymar, nice to meet you” he said as I almost forgot how to present myself, “I’m (y/n)”

“Oh, I can hear an accent there” Neymar laughed and looked at Gerard.

“Yeah she is from England” Gerard joked, imitating and English accent, even though he was terrible at it.

“Well don’t worry I’m not excellent at Spanish either.” He winked at me, with a smile that I swear looked like heaven.

The three of us walked to the wardrobes and I walked looking at my phone, when I suddenly bumped in to someone around the corner.

“Sorry!” I said in Spanish, but then looked shocked as I noticed Messi in front of me. Shirtless.  He was not alone, there were also Bravo, Suarez and Arda.

“No problem, is she Shakira’s sister?” he asked looking at Gerard smiling, “they look so much alike. Pleaser to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine!” I said and leaned down, as if he was a king. Well, for me he was a god.

“No, no.” Messi laughed at he pushed me nicely to look back up at him and Neymar and Gerard laughed.

“Can I take a lunch with you?” I asked as I took out my phone, but they started laughing as if I said the joke of the year.

“What?”

“I am taken you know” Messi joked, as I realized what I actually asked him.

“Oh my… I am so sorry I meant a….”

“Photo” Gerard helped me out still dying of laughter.

Therefore, we did take a photo together and he signed me a shirt I had with myself, but I felt like shit for embarrassing myself like that.

Then I waited outside the changing room, while the others were walking inside and I decided not to talk with anyone anymore, even though I wanted to take pictures with everyone from the team.

“So she is Shakira’s sister?” Mascherano asked as everyone started walking out and noticed me.

“Yes.” Gerard said still not fully dressed. As I just smiled, since that was the best thing to do after what happened with Messi.

“She might ask you out you know,” I heard Arda from the changing room and Pique laughing instead of protecting his poor family member, who was teased by the entire team.

“I have to say you are a beautiful young girl, but I am taken you know.” He joked and then walked away.

“Oh guys c’mon, stop teasing her. (y/n) stand up for yourself, say something!” Neymar laughed, and I swear I wanted to punch him in the face. I was good at understanding, but I was bad at talking and pronunciation.

“Okay, okay. That is enough leave her alone.” Gerard finally decided to “protect” me, still laughing though.

“Don’t worry; half of them were not able to greet people when they came to Spain.” Iniesta said, the only one who was mature and kind to me.

Then they all walked pass me to go and start training. I was walking behind them all so I would go sit in the corner somewhere, but I did not realize I was not the last. Suddenly someone gently bumped in to my shoulder, Neymar. He ran and looked back at me as he winked, “I was joking before.”

I thought it was cute so I smiled and then showed him my tongue as a joke and he smiled. So once I got there I said hello to Luis and sit down in the corner as I promised Gerard I would. It was funny to see all of them playing and messing around.

Neymar and Gerard were always provoking each other and laughing, it was nice to see them so connected, the entire team. However I noticed multiple times that the two of them looked in my way and laughed or just gossip about me, so I was afraid of what Gerard might have told him.

When it was over I once again decided to leave last, also because Luis talked with me a while, asking me about my studies and future. Then when all of the guys, who were walking without their shirts on, went inside their changing room I was just about to pass the door, but Neymar walked out of it.

“I was looking for you.” He said which surprised me.

“Me?”

“So, Gerard told me you might like me?” He said proud of himself.

“No.” I said in panic, not knowing how to defend myself, “Omg I am so pregnant now.”

And once again as I said that he burst in to a laughter. I was so confused, I did not know what I said, I thought “embarazada” meant embarrassed, but I guess not.

“Who is the father?” He asked laughing, not stopping at all.

“What?”

“You said you are pregnant” he helped me out showing a big belly so I would understand. I felt so stupid and all I wanted was to go home after this.

“It’s okay, I’m bad too. It takes time.” He then said as he saw I was feeling bad about it, “but hey, I would love to have some lessons together, huh?”

“I’m okay with that.” I said happy to hear that. Maybe it was not a date, but it was something.

“Great.” He said and kissed my cheek then walked back inside.

I could not stop smiling as I walked my way to Geri’s car.

“I heard you have a date?” He said once we got inside.

“What did he say to you?” I asked excited, but embarrassed.

“That you are cute and then he asked for your number. But hey, you have to tell me if he tries something without permission okay?! You’re my little sister okay.” He said as I nodded my head, happy to see that Neymar actually asked for my number.