i would like some water. hector looks around him at the squalid mass of distressed humanity. hector * god, this is the worst, the worst. *
do you think i'll still see europe?
good.
yes.
good night.
the slaves only got three. i want to ask you something.
i want my real name back.
i think of my home all the time. i want to hear the name they call me. we should die with our real names.
ketabomago pululo.
ketabomago pululo.
your mother might not get well.  do you understand that?
let him be.