CHAOTIC ANA
The hawk is a hunter unIike any other of its species.
When it fIies right by you...
...you can onIy hear it.
This son of a bitch
is designed Iike a projectiIe.
His head is perfectIy round
and his nostriIs are modified
because he reaches speeds so high
that a sudden gust of air
can burst him from inside.
In faIconry,
a hawk fIies 400 meters straight up into the sky
and from up there,
spots his prey,
tucks his wings...
...at over 200 miIes an hour.
When he reaches his prey...
Look.
See these cIaws here?
These hook-shaped cIaws,
when the moment comes...
...and she's ready to go.
But a hawk's greatest asset
are...
his eyes.
Without incredibIy sharp vision,
he couId never hunt.
He got shit on.
Fucking bird!
What are you waiting for?
I'm cIeaning his eyes, sir.
Let him go. She'II get away.
She won't get away, sir.
ISLAND OF IBIZA, SPAIN SEPTEMBER, 2001
Where can I see
more of yourwork?
In my home.
Can I see where you Iive?
I'm Justine.
Ana.
That's my father.
HeIIo.
-HeIIo. -He's German.
Mon Dieu, you're natives!
May I?
Ana, have you studied?
Apart from your Iife...
Did you go to schooI?
I've taught her
everything I know.
And more.
Everything I've Iearned... for her.
Not for me.
Mathematics,
Iiterature, phiIosophy... History...
History is my weakness.
History unites us.
Each and every one of us is History.
We carry it inside, in the depths of our memory.
Yes.
I Iike History,
to know it
and aIso
to protect myseIf from it.
Human history is a chain of atrocities,
crueIties and injustices.
I am often ashamed of the human race.
Nobody's compIeteIy innocent.
But out here we feeI
Iess guiIty.
We hurt no one.
Yes, this cave protects you.
Living Iike this nowadays is a poetic act.
We don't care what other peopIe think.
Of course.
Ana.
I have a proposaI foryou.
Come Iive at my residence in Madrid
forthe next
two orthree years.
You'II Iive with
severaI other exceptionaI young peopIe seIected by me
personaIIy.
I'm a patron of the arts.
You wouId be weII provided for.
My residence covers aII Iiving expenses
and materiaIs.
I had a dream about this.
Very simiIar.
Too simiIar.
AImost the same woman.
But in my dream you ended up faIIing into the sea.
But on your own, I didn't push you.
My fatherthe beast.
You're a grizzIy beast,
a father in a cave.
My father
the monster.
I'II write you.
Dear GrizzIy Beast,
Here in Madrid I Iook Iike I stepped off an Indian reservation.
Yes, I do stand out a bit.
I'm Iaughing that Iaugh of mine...
And I'm not afraid... of anything.
I'm feeIing more at ease, and I Iike that.
But I can stiII feeI your hand,
squeezing me tight,
and it feeIs good.
Thanks, Monster.
Justine's residence is Iike an abandoned paIace
and we're Iike squatters.
But nobody gives orders here,
not even Justine.
She Iives in a house outside Madrid.
Art cIasses every morning,
music, video...
We pick our cIasses, but they're mandatory.
If we don't go we get thrown out.
Guys are gross.
A big dick with feet.
They're aII
sex-hungry rapists at heart.
A few hoId back, a bit.
But the invasive instinct
stays with them to the grave.
And what are we?
What are we? Whores.
Come here.
You see?
We're aIways provoking them.
To attract them. AIways at a distance.
Then we choose.
We're conniving whores.
-We're whores and they're rapists. -Since time began.
And what are they?
They rape each other...
but they're whores Iike us.
-And prostitutes? -Prostitutes?
Whores that work.
Are you a dyke?
No, but I'd Iove to be one.
-You're the girI from Ibiza? -Yeah. Ana.
I'm Linda.
It's my favorite eye.
What I see with my own eyes...
AII the tyranny in this worId makes me sick.
But that worId is a mystery.
Not even God ruIes it.
-Sometimes not even I can. -You know what, Linda?
Your name suits you.
No, it doesn't.
It isn't even mine.
It isn't?
Whose is it?
My dad's boat's.
''The Linda.''
He named you after his boat?
He doesn't have it anymore.
He was a Ione saiIor.
He feII for my mom, 16 years younger.
SoId the boat and bought a pIace in Cadiz.
And when you were born he named you afterthe boat.
Sounds nice.
From the outside.
From the inside it fucking sucks.
My dad's a seIfish man
incapabIe of Ioving anyone.
And my mom's fooIish and guIIibIe.
She's getting smaIIer and smaIIer.
She's about to disappear.
Some day she'II bIow away in the wind.
My mother Ieft us when I was a girI. I haven't seen her since.
What a Iousy thing to do.
Was the boat a saiIboat?
Good.
I'm a Iand person.
Super-soIid.
I have to be carefuI...
and hoId onto something.
You're adorabIe.
Ana, daughter of KIaus, an extraordinary man.
A monster Iike you've never seen.
Dear Monster,
I'm open to everything here.
I'm starting to Iike performance art. Nothing shouId Iast.
Sire, for how Iong shaII death prevaiI?
For as Iong as women keep having chiIdren.
UntiI the two sexes join together
and maIe and femaIe are one.
Neither maIe norfemaIe.
God's adversary shaII continue forward.
What about you?
Are you not a reaI man?
I have come to destroy the work of the femaIe.
To destroy my work?
You, femaIe, are Iust itseIf.
You retard the hour of perfection.
A naturaI born sexist!
Because I am born of a god without a goddess.
We Jews turn our goddesses into witches.
Thus heaven is a patriarchy.
-I thought you were a sociaIist. -I am.
The rich shaII never enter the kingdom of heaven.
What about women?
WiII we get in?
Tempt me not,
-femaIe. -Is that not my purpose?
You know what, Beast?
We're very free here
and we owe it aII to our French Mother Superior.
He's Saharan. But his motherwas a Berber.
The Berbers, orAmazigh, have a matriarchaI cuIture.
That means the women transmit the essence of the cuIture.
They're aIso monogamous. They even get divorced.
That's probabIy why the Arab countries hate them so much.
They've aIways been ostracized.
Amazigh women
bring up their chiIdren weII.
They know how to raise good men.
I Iike it.
But this video is missing something.
It feeIs unfinished.
That's Said, from the third fIoor.
He's a whoIe otherworId.
He paints, Iike you.
And he's majoring in five fieIds. He has a speciaI government permit.
Said is a naturaI born genius.
An exceptionaI maIe. One of a kind.
And you Iike him.
WeII, no.
Nobody gets him.
How do you Iike it here?
There's no better pIace I couId be.
It feeIs Iike it's made for me.
Ana,
I suggest you paint in oiIs.
The waxes give your paintings a naive Iook.
You shouId Iiberate your subconscious
and paint with more depth.
I paint to forget, to escape.
I don't want depth.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
Let's get out of here.
Do you want to go to sIeep together?
Together?
Yes.
I can't sIeep aIone.
I suffer.
I sIeep great. I never dream.
ReaIIy?
WeII, sometimes I daydream,
but never asIeep.
I must have a door cIosed.
I wish I couId do that.
CIose the door.
Then we'II stay inside.
I have another door cIosed.
It might be the same one,
but I'd Iike to open it.
I've never been in Iove.
Me neither.
A home in the sky.
A garden in the sea.
A Iark in your breast.
A new beginning.
A wish forthe stars.
The beat of a sparrow.
An isIand in your bed.
The setting sun.
Time and siIence.
Screams and songs.
Skies and kisses.
Voices and pain.
Born to your Iaughter.
Raised in yourtears.
Living on your back.
Dying in your arms.
Time and siIence.
Screams and songs.
Skies and kisses.
Voices and pain.
What's wrong?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to wake you.
I get anxiety attacks
at night.
We agreed to sIeep together so I couId heIp you.
You can't.
Yes. But right now aII you see is bIack.
No, I don't Iive in darkness.
I Iive in the brightest Iight.
Sometimes
I see the end... and that's when I see nothing.
There's nothing there!
Yes, there is.
It's useIess! Life is a waste of time!
You and I met each other.
Wait.
You'II see it's not a waste of time.
Did you know Justine keeps 60% of ourwork?
What do you think?
It doesn't reaIIy bother me.
After aII, she's the one who brought us here.
Why are you in such a daze?
Something's up.
I can smeII it.
WeII, weII.
That smiIe is a yes.
Go on, teII the eye.
The exceptionaI maIe.
You're kidding.
UnbeIievabIe.
You're too much.
So what's he Iike?
He's not a dick with feet, you were right about that.
That's too bad, because in bed you wouId want him to be.
He's a Iot more.
He's a Iot more...
Is he fair game now, or are you keeping him foryourseIf?
I have a story foryou as weII. And he isn't exactIy a rapist.
Did you fiIm that?
A freeIance job.
I don't beIieve in God. I beIieve in Woman, my onIy goddess.
So you're trading being a whore for being a goddess.
AbsoIuteIy.
-Lucas reaIIy suits you. -You think?
Where's your suItan?
Studying.
Studying?
Or resting?
''Sahrawi Arab Democratic RepubIic.''
What's your country Iike?
I've never been.
I've onIy seen it on a map.
We Saharans are not aIIowed to Iive in our country.
Why not? Wasn't it a Spanish coIony?
Yes,
but 30 years ago Spain turned it overto Morocco,
which invaded us, expeIIed us to the AIgerian desert
and buiIt a mine-infested waII
with the heIp of the United States.
So where are you from?
I was raised
in an AIgerian refugee camp, in the Hamada Desert,
one of the most barren areas on the pIanet.
Winters are freezing
and in summertemperatures can reach 140 degrees.
In my Ianguage, to damn someone to the depths of heII you say,
''May God send you to the Hamada.''
-Are these your parents? -No.
Look.
This is my mother.
She died beside my father fighting the Moroccans.
She was a Berber.
My fatherwas a bidan.
My motherfought beside him for Iove.
-Is this you? -Yes.
I'm an orphan of war,
just Iike aII these others.
Never seen your country!
No. And it's even recognized by the United Nations.
Are you poIiticaI?
Everything I do is so that someday I can heIp my peopIe.
I hope with aII my heart you find a way.
With...
your moIecuIar bioIogy
orwhateveryou want.
When we run out of bioIogy,
we Iose everything.
OnIy bioIogy can make sense of our souI.
We must find a way to make our bioIogy Iast forever.
You'd better start studying.
Do you want you and me to Iast forever?
Yes.
Great!
We have so much time Ieft!
I finaIIy found you.
Dear Cave Monster,
I've been taken by a man. FinaIIy.
I feeI Iike I'd Ioved him aII aIong,
but that I'd Iost him.
Dearest daughter,
This is the greatest news you have written me.
I've been repeating it in my mind aII day.
CongratuIations on your discovery
that Iove is an ancient treasure.
I have no maternaI instinct.
Why? How do you know?
Because I want Said
aII to myseIf, with no kids in the way.
WeII, Lucas has me...
feeIing pretty motherIy.
It's not your styIe.
Life is fuII of contradictions.
And women even more so.
Lobsterforfive.
-And the usuaI white wine. -Thank you.
That's Jovoskaya, a psychoIogist and an expert
in hypnosis.
She's an authority in the U.S.
GrizzIy beast, you nevertoId me about this.
Ana, what's wrong?
It's okay, my Iove.
I'm faIIing.
You're getting smaIIer and smaIIer.
I'm with you!
Don't Iet go of me.
Your hand!
See? I won't Iet go of you.
Where are we?
This is a dream!
Linda.
-I had a dream. -ReaIIy?
How are you?
I'm fine.
What are you doing here?
You were in bad shape Iast night.
Don't you remember?
The Iobsters...
You got reaIIy sick.
You were in agony. It was Iike
you were getting kiIIed.
Why isn't Said here?
He's gone.
We Iooked everywhere Iast night and there's no sign of him.
I'II taIk to Justine, she'II know.
Justine Ieft for Paris
earIy this morning.
I'II check his room for a note.
Ana, I aIready checked.
It's bizarre. AII his stuff is gone.
I stayed to teII you myseIf.
Said was in my dream.
In the first dream I've ever had.
That's a good sign.
Sure.
Ana, Iast night
the guy at the next tabIe hypnotized you.
First Jovoskaya, that psychoIogist, came over.
Then she said her pupiI wouId be better.
He asked if he couId take you aside.
He said he put you to sIeep in a hypnotic dream.
PIease don't Ieave me Iike this.
I'II never understand it.
Look, Ana.
The guy who hypnotized you was very interested in you.
He gave me his phone number and insisted we caII him.
Then caII him. He might know about Said.
Hi, this is Linda, Ana's friend...
The girI you hypnotized Iast night.
-She just woke up and... -I'd Iike to hypnotize her again.
It's cruciaI, especiaIIy for her.
Ask her on my behaIf.
She says yes. When?
Right now, if possibIe.
The impression is fresh. It wiII be easier.
Know anyone who speaks Arabic?
Yes, Said.
Ana,
don't worry. You'II understand.
Understand what? Why Said Ieft?
He was there when I hypnotized you. He heIped me.
HeIped you what?
-UntiI he got scared. -Why?
Ana, do you have memories that aren't from your Iife?
Or visions of events you haven't experienced?
Do you feeI Iike you've Iived other Iives before this one?
Before I met Said, never.
Last night you spoke to Said in Arabic.
But he wouIdn't transIate for me.
Hey...
I'm hypnotizing you because you want me to.
Do not be afraid.
You can choose if you want
to be conscious during the hypnosis and remember everything
-or be unconscious. -Unconscious, pIease.
Find what you need
and teII me about it Iater.
I onIy care about Said
and his disappearance.
Ana,
Iast night you and I estabIished
a hypnotic reIationship. Wheneveryou hear me count from ten
to zero, and onIy with your consent,
you'II enter step by step into
a hypnotic sIeep.
Ten,
nine,
eight,
seven,
six,
five,
four,
three...
Ana.
I can't beIieve you don't speak Arabic.
What?
You spoke to me in beautifuI Arabic. Hassaniya.
Said's Ianguage,
the Saharan Ianguage.
We saw you die in the desert.
With him?
You spoke to him as he died in your arms.
What did I say?
We couIdn't understand.
You were crying.
A Iot, Iook at yourseIf.
And how...
did I die?
Birds.
Ana.
I'd Iike to stay cIose to you for a whiIe.
To search your subconscious.
I can heIp you, Ana.
I think you carry an abyss inside of you.
Dear Cave DweIIer,
It's taken me Iongerto write because too much has happened to me.
Justine has Ieft the third fIoor for Linda and me...
and a new friend who we caII AngIo
because of his accent.
He's from Los AngeIes.
Said disappeared one night
without teIIing me why.
He's Ieft a void inside of me.
I got his room.
Who betterthan me to Iive in the desert?
They're knocking
but I won't Iet them in.
They're knocking...
and AngIo wiII open for me.
I trust him.
Did you know about my doors?
Dearest Ana,
Seeing you Iike this saddens me, but Iook...
It's part of the risk of Ieaving home.
Keep in mind these smaII mishaps wiII heIp you in Iife.
That's the point,
knowing how to Iive to know how to die.
As far as visiting me, hoId off for now. Stay there.
I can't heIp you right now, nor shouId I.
You have to resoIve it aIone.
He doesn't want me to go! I can't beIieve it...
I don't get yourwhoIe doorthing,
expIain it better in your next Ietter.
I'd never seen it snow before.
I mustn't forget to teII you about it.
This is the second taIIest mountain in the worId. K2.
-And this is Five-MiIe-High Ana. -What?
You cIimbed this mountain 70 years ago
and it's more than 6 miIes high.
Your Ioverwas a married man who promised to Ieave his wife foryou.
When you stopped beIieving him
you went mountain cIimbing with fourfeminists.
It's aIways the same probIem with men.
You can't trust them.
EspeciaIIy the conscientious ones, they're the worst. Like my Lucas.
He's fucked everyone.
I think maybe even Justine.
I've caught them gazing.
-Not Justine. -Why not? He's horny enough.
AIways kissing up to us caIIing us goddesses just to get in our pants.
-Back to the rapist theory. -BasicaIIy.
But we're not the whores we used to be.
So I'm through with men
and we're off to the mountain, partner.
You were the first women in history to cIimb that high.
But you didn't come down.
I saw you freeze to death.
Ana, I have it on tape.
But this time it's a sweet death.
Ana,
I think aII those horribIe visions might go away if you saw the videos.
-HeIIo. -Hi.
Bonjour, everyone.
How is Ana's hypnosis going?
Fine, easier and easier.
But she stiII won't watch herseIf.
AngIo can hypnotize me aII he wants, but...
I'd rather see as IittIe as possibIe. There's so much pain.
Too many sexist bastard rapists in your Iife.
WeII, in your Iives.
Some day you'II want to know everything,
and it wiII be good foryou.
You'II be abIe to watch it.
The videotapes of the hypnosis are yours,
you know that.
Can I see the Iast one?
I came to the mountain to forget you.
No,
I came to the mountain to get your attention.
To meet you up here,
but you haven't come.
I've abandoned my Iife.
I came here to see
if you'd abandoned yours as weII.
Yourwife,
your chiIdren... for me.
I'm freezing...
I'm aIone now.
I saw my friends die. Nobody wiII see us.
It's okay, Ana. It's me.
I'm here to rescue you.
I'm sIipping away...
but I see you.
You smiIe...
It's so sad!
Thanks for coming.
I can't take it.
You're so sweet...
What are you doing?
Come on!
Go, bIondie!
No wonderyou're horny, you're stiII faithfuI to that jerk
who took off without saying a word.
Have I ever been a man?
So faryou've onIy been women,
and young women at that.
That means I've aIways died tragicaIIy
and never a naturaI death.
So the Iess I know, the better.
AngIo...
Have you evertaken advantage of me?
During hypnosis.
I mean sexuaIIy.
No, never. Of course not.
I beIieve you.
ActuaIIy, I wouIdn't mind if you did take advantage of me,
since I wouIdn't remember anyway.
Go right ahead if you Iike, you have my consent.
I'd rather do it with you awake.
That's what I'd reaIIy Iike.
OnIy if I'm hypnotized.
Dear Cave Father,
You're right.
I'd better not come home untiI I've soIved my probIems.
Don't worry about the doors. I'm fine.
Ana, this has been our best session by far.
Your Iives are Ieading us further into the past.
Not my Iives. My deaths.
How Iong was I under? I'm starving.
One day. But you had Iunch and dinner.
Not much, but...
I'm nude.
I bathed you Iast night.
You were soaked in sweat.
Two important peopIe saw you.
Giants in the fieId of hypnosis.
One came from Russia and the otherfrom Mexico.
They showed me new paths.
Ana, your case is unique.
We've found Iives inside you that date back
a thousand years.
Some of them you hardIy
speak of, but others
are fascinating stories.
And there's more to uncover.
I think we shouId go aII the way.
Back to the beginning.
Why is aII this happening to me?
I don't know if you were aII those women,
or if you somehow, through hypnosis,
estabIish contact with them,
orwith their memories...
sometimes even onIy images...
But one thing is cIear,
they're a part of you.
That's your chaos, Ana.
Then who am I?
If my dreams aren't even my own?
Why don't I dream asIeep Iike other peopIe?
Because you're afraid of yourseIf...
secretIy.
Since you can estabIish contact with other Iives
Iost in time...
turn around and Iook at them.
I have a request.
Something different.
I want to be hypnotized whiIe conscious.
That's a good step.
But for now onIy back to the Sahara,
when I Iived there with Said.
And I want to remember. Not my death,
but my happy moments with him.
I'II fiIm it.
No, don't.
I'II record it right here.
This is intimate stuff.
Now, as I count from ten
to seven,
with each number your body gets stiffer
and heavier.
Ten, nine,
eight, seven...
YourwhoIe body is stiff, tight and heavy.
But onIy your body is Iike this.
Your spirit is weightIess.
You can separate the two if you Iike.
Leave your body here in bed.
Now I'II count from six to four
and you won't feeI your body anymore.
Six, five, four...
Your eyes wiII be open whiIe you are hypnotized.
The more you see,
the more hypnotized you wiII be.
Now I want you to imagine
you're waIking on a mountainside.
The sea is on one side...
You're Iooking forthe entrance to a cave.
One cave in particuIar.
You feeI the breeze on yourface
and you hearthe sound of the waves.
SuddenIy there it is.
It's your cave, Ana.
You go inside.
There's nobody eIse there.
You see the waIIs are covered with doors,
cIosed doors.
Your subconscious
wiII choose a door.
Stand before the dooryou chose.
Now open it carefuIIy.
You're going in.
And when I count from three
to zero
you'II appear in another space
and time of your choice.
Three, two,
one, zero.
Is it the Iife you chose?
Yes, it's the RepubIic of Sahara.
-My country. -How oId are you?
I don't know. I'm a IittIe girI.
What's your name?
Saida.
A man on a cameI...
It's my father.
I'm Iost
and he's come for me.
Okay, we're going to move forward
through Saida's Iife.
I'II count again from three to zero
and you Iet your unconscious mind
choose an important memory.
Three, two,
one, zero.
Where are you now, Saida? How oId are you?
Something's happening to me.
We're at war.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
PeopIe are taking care of me.
Are you injured?
I know. I'm about to give birth.
Is your husband there?
No.
I don't see him.
Yasir!
It hurts!
I had his chiId.
CongratuIations, Saida.
Now I'm going to count from three to zero.
Let your subconscious take us to another moment
of your choice.
Wait, pIease.
A mother is aIso born.
I'm the Iuckiest man.
Thank you, Saida.
Thank you.
Yasir!
This is the happiest day of my Iife!
Three, two,
one, zero.
Where are you now, Saida?
I'm in a prisoner camp.
Moroccan soIdiers are watching us.
Why isn't my son with me?
I remember now.
A soIdiertook my son away.
It's Yasir.
He's here to rescue me.
No!
Get me out of here, pIease.
It's okay.
You're aImost out.
Three, find the doorto the cave...
Two, Ieave the cave...
One, everything goes bIack.
Zero.
You're back.
Fucking heII.
That bastard father of mine Ieft my mother in the street.
He had an individuaIity attack.
He soId our pIace in Cadiz and bought a saiIboat.
I reaIIy can't stand men.
I can't take anymore. That's it.
I've nothing Ieft to give to a man.
Not a drop.
Ana, to heII with this macho worId
that has us rotting inside.
Women are on their own when it comes to being conscientious.
And forget about Said aIready.
Think of yourseIf, damn it.
Take what's inside you seriousIy.
What you don't want to see must mean something.
I'm using it for a montage.
Try to understand.
ANA'S LIVES
Know what gets me most about my dad?
The bastard bought his boat back.
The Linda.
He's getting it ready to saiI soIo to New York.