Diary

14-08-2000
Today I went to see what we filmed last week. I sat down in a really comfortable chair. My co-stars sat next to me. We were anxious to see it.

After waiting for a few minutes, it finally started. We saw it on a big screen. It was enormous, I would say as big as all of America! The blight was awesome, with lots of colours, and the best thing was, that I was watching myself!

I realised that filming. Wasn’t only about having fun and getting paid, but it was a big opportunity that many people would love to have. I was actually famous (but I didn’t care much about that) and I was learning so many things. Such as what the job of a film director is and what are the things and jobs needed to do a film. I’m also learning history (because the movie was about indigenous people in America, when CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS first arrived), and many more things.

I also loved the sound. You could hear what was being said, from a hundred miles away. No one took their eyes off the screen throughout the film. When it finished we were all open-mouthed. Everyone was surprised at how well it was going. My boss congratulated me; he said that I was a really good actress and that I was doing really well. My father told me that he was proud of me.
After this, we all went home anxious to continue filming next day.

19-08-2000
I’m really worried. I’ve spent all day at home, just thinking and thinking about what would happen to the community. They’re going to take the water away from us, away from everyone here. They’re going to take away our wells, the wells that our parents built for us with their own hands.

My Dad is going crazy, I mean… We do have rights! They can’t take the things we own away from us!! Everyone is stressed and worried of what will happen in the end.
I don’t know why, how and who they are. I do know that they don’t care about us. They think we don’t have feelings, but we do, we are all human and we should all have the same rights, which is something that they don’t consider. And we all think is something that they don’t consider. And we all think it’s very selfish and mean. But what can we do?

Mum said that they needed to think about the children. They were shouting: ‘What will our children drink?’ I’m worried sick of what’s going to happen to us. I heard my parents talking this morning, saying that there’s going to be a war and the whole community is going to fight for their rights, but I know it’s going to end badly.
I hope Dad doesn’t go. He could die if he goes there. He’s the main character in the film, so the boss asked him not to go to protest. He also offered him much more money, and when I say much more money that means more than a lot.

With that much money, we would feel rich. We would live the rest of our lives safe, healthy and happy. And if he messes up, it’s going to let all of us down, because we’re counting on buying a new house, in North America. With a big garden, Mum and Dad would have good jobs and I would go a nice educational school.

I hope nothing bad happens now we’re all safe and I also hope we get to finish the film without any interruptions.

26-08-2000
It all went badly, real badly. Everything was a disaster. At the end it did happen, everyone I knew fought for their rights, it was such a huge protest. In the morning, I woke up and Dad was gone. I told Mum that I was going to go and find him. But she didn’t let me, she said it was too dangerous and violent and something could happen to me. And it did.

I sat down on my bed and thought that my Dad needed help. I imagined that if he got hurt it would be my fault for not being able to be there for him. And if the community was fighting for its rights, then I should be helping as well because I’m part of it.

So` I decided that I was going. I waited a few minutes so my Mum thought I was safely in my room. Then I ran off quietly so no one heard me. When I got there, everyone was fighting. There was such a violent atmosphere. People punching, kicking and throwing things at each other.

It was horrible, I was pushed, punched; I tripped on the ground a few times. And the worst thing was, finding me on the ground. I couldn’t move my leg, it was bleeding a lot and it hurt so much, it was terrible.

My Mum’s friend saw me and took me back to her home. She lived in that area, so for the moment I was safe, but I was losing a lot of blood. Moments later, my boss was carrying me in his arms. I didn’t understand what was happening a, I saw lights and I heard people shouting and crying. I felt hurt, dizzy and sleepy.

Next day I was in the hospital, I had my leg bent and it didn’t hurt any more. My parents were beside me. My Mum was crying and my Dad was happy to see me, but his face was covered with bruises. We were at peace and me and my family were happy and together. Of course we weren’t going to continue with the film, because filming was cancelled due to all of the violent protest and the crew went back to Spain. But it didn’t matter, because now we are all safe.

OLIVA BARRIO 3 ESO B 4-11-11