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One, two,
three...
Let's begin, just move your hands.
All of your fingers,
your wrists,
your elbows,
keep adding on,
so you move your wrists,
then your elbows,
now we'll add our shoulders too,
without stopping the rest of the body.
Elbows, wrists,
fingers,
head.
Keep on going.
Relax your face.
Now a tremor starts at your heels,
it makes its way to your knees,
your hips,
chest,
shoulders...
All the way to the top!
Now let's go the other way.
Let's do an exercise in which we make eye contact with someone
while walking really, really fast.
Keep walking.
As soon as we make eye contact with that person
we'll move toward them
but slowly, like in slow motion,
and with lots and lots of joy.
You're so full of joy because you've just seen each other
and when you're just close enough that you could touch
you start walking again.
My name is Manuk Aukán.
"Warrior of the Springtime".
Since I was born, I am part of this group of artists.
They have been my family and have taught me both dance and music.
We are "Gypsy Kumbia Orchestra".
We come from all over the world.
For several months we prepared for our first big journey,
for which our dream was:
"Danzari, Danzari, to change reality".
Go Manuk!
There's excitement in the lines...
We're preparing for the arrival!
When we tell them
"Okay, guys,
we're starting tomorrow at…
Seven in the morning..."
Check it out, this awesome band is playing here in Cali very soon!
Why didn't we bring a marching band?
We could have, couldn't we?
My mum and dad greeted the rest of the band,
who were coming from Montreal.
Here we are indeed.
Apart from Sonia, is everyone here?
Yes.
Ivan?
Yes, Ivan is over there.
- Andre and Eli as well. - How we get there?
By bus.
Everything is fine.
Hi Manuk!
- Hey blondie! - Welcome!
Yes, they're all coming.
There is Blaise.
Look, there's Joy.
GKO is here, Manuk.
Yes, that's right.
This is Blaise!
Hi Manuk!
Sebas,
my bag.
Yes.
Let's put it up there.
The big ones go down here.
Look for one that takes up a lot of space.
9, 10… 25,
26,
27, 26 and a half…
- 30! - 28...
And we hit the road,
the windows were too small for the entire landscape to fit in them.
The more we went on,
the more things changed:
the weather, the vegetation...
the crops, the sky, the people...
the green colours, the animals...
My mum told me stories to help me fall sleep.
She always said:
"Here are our roots
and the inspiration to create our own myth"...
myth, myth, myth, myth...
Many, many years ago,
in this part of the Grey Tropics
lived The Makondos,
who were banned by the Obscure Power from Experiencing dancing,
music and colour.
Forcing them to the uncertain terrain of unhappiness.
José Arcadio, a tired and scrawny man,
was Secretly planning with his friends
the coming Resistance to the Obscure Power.
Makondo, Makondo.
My itty bitty lost city
in the agony of a grand
civilization.
Despite your walls
and your screens with no exit
the solitude…
My village
lost in its totality.
Absolutely lost.
Corruption,
destruction,
repression...
From "El Popular" all the way to the top.
I don't believe it.
Well, we went through a tunnel
and we came out...
on the Mocoa road.
There were moments in which I couldn't Grasp what was going on.
The adults seemed worried.
I thought of The Makondos who could only dance and sing in hiding.
What's going on?
We're looking for
the address.
Lost?
We're lost.
If you don't know this place you'll just miss it.
There is no sign or anything.
We just go straight ahead, yes or no?
What do you think... Sebastian?
We have to put it in first, right?
Ah, put it in reverse.
Oh no!
There a second ending.
The second time goes like this...
It's "La Cocha" lake.
There is a lot of fog here.
Daddy...
Mommy...
there.
We're all going.
Manuk too.
The three of us, right?
With the GKO.
Yes.
Okay.
Sometimes we would have to leave,
even before arriving at our destination.
I just wanted to be fed by my mum
and Sleep close to her warm body.
I felt like suggesting we all went back home,
but then realized this was also my home.
Hello handsome.
- Hold on I'm getting something out. - Okay.
Is it this one? Okay.
I'll tell Pichotte to lend me the elastic.
Let's go!
To the Carnaval Square.
Long live Pasto!!!!
Sex! Sex!
The promised party was going down on the Streets.
I liked those joyful faces that couldn't stop smiling.
Ipiales is a small town about an hour and a half from here.
That's on the 5th.
We thought it was going to be a show on stage,
but actually, they're paying us well by Colombian standards,
four million pesos,
but it will be another parade.
It's another parade,
so we would have to wake up early to get there,
and then parade from 9 or 10am.
It pays enough that we would break even from our Pasto adventure.
I would say, if we're not ready to do the gig
because we have to get up early to get to Ipiales,
I'd prefer to drop that gig.
I don't know, I didn't really bring this up with Carmen,
but if you're ready to do both shows,
Our job was to book a tour, wasn't it?
My job is to book a tour,
to cover costs, to break even at the end.
There are people who even expect to make a profit.
So that's our job.
If there was just a show tomorrow night, cool,
But we're talking about tomorrow night and then the next morning at 9am,
in a place that's an hour and a half away from here.
That's extreme. Extremely extreme.
In that case we stay in Pasto.
I think that in three days, we'd have some surprises.
Like this morning, three people had some minor issues...
Nothing serious.
But if it happens to five, six people in a week,
we could lose our workforce.
I agree with everything else you're saying.
We could use more theatre and not play song after song,
especially because we have tomanage our energy tomorrow,
it's a long parade.
I know we're tired
but it would be great if we could practice for a couple of hours today.
A little while. I know, we're tired out.
Yes, I know,
but I think if we do some rehearsals,
especially the chorus, listening,
it would change absolutely everything tomorrow.
Because if it's only conceptual, if there's nothing visual,
tomorrow people will just do whatever they want.
The nights were very long.
I only wished, like The Makondos, that we resisted together.
Resist, resist, resist,
Resist, resist, resist.
Just before falling asleep I would think:
"Danzari, Danzari, to Change Reality".
When it seemed like the hope of The Makondos was about to fade,
They received the welcome visit of The Girovagos...
From a distance, a colourful caravan of Men and Women could be seen,
Carrying their instruments, fiery Beverages and exotic flavours.
They were coming from far away, bringing
with them a wondrous invention: The mirror.
With their strange movements and sounds,
The Girovagos intended to transform the sadness of The Makondos.
The King of the Violin was among them.
As was Juan Perditi,
whose maracas were the soul of the caravan.
Ladies
and gentlemen.
Welcome to this very moment.
To this tiny fraction
of the history of humanity.
Welcome
to eternity!
The Makondos, tired of the pain and the repression,
Saw a moment of true colour come to their existence.
We're gonna cross the park,
afterwards we take the "andador"...
when we get there, there will be a lot of people waiting for us.
And then everyone will join us to the stage.
Look how all the hands together seem like a beatiful flower.
Enjoy and love!
My name is Manuk Aukán.
"Warrior of the Springtime."
Once upon a time there was a very wise king...
There was Dance...
Resistance, Resistance, Resistance.
There was Music...
Resistance, Resistance, Resistance.
There was Colour...
Resistance, Resistance, Resistance.
"Danzari, Danzari, to change reality".
- To check the rooms? - Yes.
Tomato sauce for the pasta...
We have to save some for Carmen, Sebas, Manuk, Rachel...
The Girovagos' virtuosic display didn't fully convince The Makondos.
José Arcadio looked at them in distrust from a safe distance.
I'm me.
You're you.
We are us.
They are...
strangers.
They are very strange.
Who, us?
Yes,
you, The Others.
Look.
You come to my village
with grand pretensions
of having the solution
for our centuries-old problems.
But Mr. Bearded Man, that's exactly what we are coming to offer you.
If that is true,
it must be proven.
Proven?
A duel then!
When I was 16 years old,
My trumpet teacher told me:
If you wanna be able to work drunk,
you have to study drunk.
C'mon Rachel!
By the end the duel became a huge party.
That night The Makondos and The Girovagos ended up joining forces in a Pagain Joy.
I started feeling the smell of the sea,
The salty humidity of the Colombian Caribbean.
A land of Gaitas and Drums...
"Kumbia!"
Santa Marta,
Cartagena,
San Basilio de Palenque,
San Jacinto.
Wow, how hot and how exciting!
Hello,
we're looking for Toño Garcia Gaitero's house.
Thanks.
How is it called that one?
The Poulh Flute from West Africa.
When we went for the Grammy...
- Where was it? I forget things. - Las Vegas!
Las Vegas...
that's where we went for the Grammy.
- What is this? - The Grammy.
We brought this Grammy back from Las Vegas.
This thing I'm taking it to Canada.
Are you going to Canada?
I go back on January 26th.
- What's your name? - Jaime.
Nice to meet you.
To Canada…
- And why did you leave Africa? - Reunion Island?
Because it's small, and there's not enough work for musicians.
In Canada there's lots of work.
The Gaita comes from the Kuisisigui people from the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta.
They use a little hat.
- They are also known as Kogis as well. - Yes, the Kogis.
In their language the female Gaïta is called Kuisisigui
and the male Gaïta is Kuisibonci.
They used to only play Gaïtas and a little drum.
This had not arrived yet, because it only came with the Africans.
When African people arrived
they completed the rhythmic part with the Alegre drum.
The Cumbia is the other way around.
It has a different sense, it's backwards.
It's more about the open tones.
Gaïta comes from the rhythm called Gaïta.
It's the original rhythm.
Cumbia comes from Africa, from a rhythm called Cumbele.
- Cumbele? - Yes...
a Cumbia totally from Africa.
In the village the party didn't last too long.
Afraid of so much life, the Obscure Power decided to turn off the smiles,
Kill the lanterns and destroy the gazes.
The spirit of dance, music and freedom
was no more...
I'm not sure where we are anymore.
My mum fell asleep while she told me
the tragic story of the dead happened in that village.
I was sad because there were many more deaths to come...
Once upon a time,
in a country far, far away,
there was a very wise King.
This King had realized that the most important thing
to allow happiness.
So he told people of his village,
that from that moment on, they should all make music and be happy.
And that little village,
lost in the universe,
became phenomenally prosperous,
because everyone
was singing all the time.
They sang when they worked,
they sang in the fields,
they sang while making love,
they were really happy. They dance,
they loved each other, they were affectionate.
It was a unique time in the history of humanity.
Happy new year!
Where are you traveling to?
Around the world.
All right!
Let me carry it at least.
Go Manuk, your daddy will carry you.
Enjoy the trip!
I'm stopping here!
But you can't stop halfway there.
Canada is far.
To the park!
Music and dance are an unstoppable force.
They are our only richness.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year Manuk.
Happy New Year!
We could slow down a bit.
To give you a chance to work on the bass line.
There is a beautiful base line right there.
What would you need to practice, Organiko?
What do you dancers need to go through?
Can we do something that involves the dancers?
Hold on, we're trying out a couple of things first.
What's up Zilien?
I'm going to get my clarinet.
Ok, sorry I didn't know.
Mecesina, let's run it through.
Andre, want to mark Mecesina?
Or would you rather do Cabaret.
I didn't say anything.
Ok, go get your clarinet and we'll start with Cabaret.
They wanna practice Cabaret, I know that.
So what's the problem?
Nothing, except that we're wasting time during sound check.
Wasting time?
Maybe you could speak to people differently, for Christ's sake.
Who?
Anit Ghosh.
C'mon, we start a song and everyone starts going "no, no, no..."
And you take off with a crappy face.
I'm sorry but I do not deserve that either.
Honestly, the problem is everywhere, and everyone should be patient.
If I may, a soundcheck is not a practice.
Yes, I know.
So if you need to practice, you practice up there, but later.
That's why I asked what would you want to do.
Yes, but here is not a practice,
we should not practice during sound check,
in my world anyways.
I understand that, what you say is true,
but we do need to practice certain things as well.
Then we practice later, without mics.
Okay.
But I don't mind.
Me neither.
I suggested we do this song because we just learned it yesterday.
I was asked to do a song where everyone plays loud.
We'll start with Cabaret, is there any problem?
No, but he still does not have his clarinet.
So when he takes off…
I'm in direct opposition to what you're giving me Zilien.
Let's do something very difficult, ok?
Wait a second, let's do something very difficult.
- Are you ready? - Yes.
- Yes? Let's do it. - Yes.
Zillen...
Zilien is not ready yet.
C'mon Zilien! One, two, three...
They wept for years on end.
An great storm came back...
this village fell again deep into the jungle of its own confusion.
Mum, why did they kill him?
Was it out of hatred?
Was it a vengeance?
Are we afraid of a different future?
It was time to leave.
It wasn't the first nor the last time that The Girovagos were displaced.
With pain in their faces they parted towards a new destiny.
They left The Makondos their mirror as a present.
So they could see in their reflection
the nature of their soul and inner music.
Hundreds of years have passed...
I now have a sister named Anina Ixchel,
"Wind's Caress".
What are you doing Anina?
Mama, I'm gonna hold her.
Okay.
I love Anina.
We are still traveling
towards a place we still don't know yet.
Our essence is nomadic.
Mom! We just saw the head of a seal.
Really?
Did you see it coming out?
Yes!
We just saw the head.
It was not a whale, it was a seal.
Apparently there are thousands of seals in the Saint Lawrence river.
There's thousands of seals!!!
Let's keep looking out.
Anina do not bite me please.
This one is dad and mom...
and Zilien...
and Anit…
all the musicians,
dad and mom.
FRIENDLY MOVERS
My mum and dad continue scrambling to make a living.
Still writing and dreaming stories.
"To Change Reality".
The King's Nightmare.
Look, there's the big mast,
with all those ropes. See it has a black thing collected?
Those are the ship's sails.
There is one over there!
We will take music and dance with us wherever we are going.
Of that I am absolutely sure.
I also wanna be on the movie, please.
All right Anina, all right!
Let's do it together!
Yeah! Let's do it together.
Our strongest connection
is the loyalty towards ourselves.
Fait Vivir!
Bye,
I'm leaving dancing...