Scene 23. Archaeology Drama 180 Minutes. Author of the Screenplay: Carlos Eduardo Thompson, 2020
Carlos Eduardo Thompson
Archaeologist. Cinema Art Director. Rally Race Driver. Visual artist. Designer. Fashion Art Director. Poet. Dancer. Writer. Investor | Rio de Janeiro | Brazil
Scene 23
Characters
Laya, 14,000 Years Old or 14,000 B.P.
[REFLECTIONS OF A SUN, FLASHING IN THE WATERS OF THE RIVER. CLOUD GLOVES RUN INTO THE SOUTH. LAYA DRAGGED OUT OF THE GROUND AND RUNS BAREFOOT TO THE WATER'S EDGE, TAKING THE PLUG. IGNORING THE CLIMATE, FILLED HIM, AND TAKEN A GREAT GOAL AND RUN AND BACK. AFTER FEEDING WITH MEAT, HEALED INTO HIS SKIN TO WARM UP. WEARED HER FOOTWEAR, DRY WITH THE HEAT OF THE BODY AND TIED THE ANIMAL'S SKIN ON TOP OF THE MOIST SKIN, TO THEN RETURN HIS WALK, CHEWING THE PIECE OF MEAT. THE COURSE OF RIVER follows almost straight, going down a hill. SHE WALLS AND LOW OZ WHILE LOOKING AT THE VEGETATION. A ROCK FELL NEAR. FOR SOME TIME IT CAME WITH IT WITH THE LOOK, UNTIL SHE WOULD GO WAY, TAKEN BY THE CHAIN. SHE HAD BEEN CONTOURING THE EASTERN END OF THE LAMB, BUT AS IT WAS STANDING AWAY AND THROUGH THE CHAMPIONS, THE STATION ALSO ADVANCED AT THE SAME TIME. SPRING TEMPERATURE. A QUANTITY OF BIRDS ON A FLIGHT.
Laya, 14,000 Years Old or 14,000 B.P.
(IN OFF)
— It was time for the birds to make their nests ... that meant I would have a few more eggs.
SCENE CONTINUED: [SHE RESOLVED TO SPEED THE STEP. THE SUN WAS ALMOST ALWAYS PLUMBING IN THE SKY, WHEN IT CAME TO A RIVER. GETTING AWAY FROM THE BASKET, SHE WAS CLIMBED UP A SHARP REST THAT DOMINATED THE LANDSCAPE. ON THE RIVER OF THE NEGRO RIVER, THE WATERS HAD CARVED DENTAL BLOCKS. STILL HOT FROM THE HEAT OF THE NESTS. Before descending, he shoved a few more in a fold of his clothes. After he had had enough of eggs, he rested for a while and climbed a rock to get a view of the land. IF, MAKING THE KNEES WITH THE ARMS, AND STARTING TO LOOK AT THE LANDSCAPE. THE WIND HIT HIM ON THE FACE.BY BEHIND A SMALL ROW OF TREES, SHE COULD SEE A VAST PLAIN PLACE, BUT DID NOT PERCEIVE THE SMALLEST SIGN OF HUMAN HOUSING. I CRIED ALSO FOR BEING ALONE AND AFRAID OF THE UNKNOWN WHO HAD WAITED. QUICKLY RETURNED DOWN, AND WHILE SUSPENDING THE BASKET ON THE BACK, STILL THINKING ABOUT THE “PROBLEM†OF HIS EYES]
Laya, 14,000 Years Old or 14,000 B.P.
- I was looking for a point where I could cross the river. On the way, I found a row of dwarf trees, small where sometimes gigantic ones appeared, dominating the companion and stunted trees. As the days went by, I followed all the intricacies of the river's movement, following each of its curves or deviations. When the river split into two channels, separated by an island, I decided to risk crossing. Some big ... blocks of stone in the canal, on the other side of the island, gave me hope that that point was shallow enough to be able to cross. I was a good swimmer, but I didn't want to get my basket and clothes wet.
[VOICE OFF. WALKING THERE AND THERE ON THE RIVER, OBSERVING THE SPEED OF THE CURRENTS. FOUND A POINT OF LOWER DEPTH. IT TAKEN OUT CLOTHES STACKED EVERYTHING ABOUT THE BASKET. SUSPENDED OVER THE HEAD, ENTERED THE WATER. THE STONES UNDER THE FEET WERE SLIPPED AND THE CURRENT THREATENED HIS BALANCE. WATER HITS YOUR WAIST. SHE WASN'T VERY SURE IF IT WAS TO GO RUZAR RIO. I had already done half the path. HALF OF THE RIVER. IT IS BACKGROUND. THE WATER HITS THE HEIGHT OF THE NECK AND WALKING ON THE TIP OF THE FEET. THE BASKET, SHE IS THE KNITTED UP ON THE HEAD. SUDDENLY, THE FLOOR MISSED, THE HEAD ROCKED AND SHE, WITHOUT WANTING, SWALLOWED LITTLE WATER. SOON LATER, HE HAD NO MORE CONDITIONS AND HAD TO SUPPORT THE BASKET OVER THE HEAD, HOLDING IT WITH ONE HAND, WHILE THE OTHER WANTED TO IMPULSIN THE BODY IN THE DIRECTION OF THE OPPOSITE MARGIN. FOR AN INSTANT, CORENTEZA DRAGGED HIM, BUT SO FELT THE STONE BACKGROUND UNDER THE FEET, AND MOMENTS LATER WAS BACK BEFORE PLACING AGAIN ON THE WALK THROUGH THE FORESTS. SHE COMES BACK]
Laya, 14,000 Years Old or 14,000 B.P.
— I was looking for a point where I could cross the river. On the way, I found a row of dwarf trees, small where sometimes gigantic ones appeared, dominating the companion and stunted trees. As the days went by, I followed all the intricacies of the river's movement, following each of its curves or deviations. When the river split into two channels, separated by an island, I decided to risk crossing. Some big ... blocks of stone in the canal, on the other side of the island, gave me hope that that point was shallow enough to be able to cross. I was a good swimmer, but I didn't want to get my basket and clothes wet.
[VOICE OFF. WALKING THERE AND THERE ON THE RIVER, OBSERVING THE SPEED OF THE CURRENTS. FOUND A POINT OF LOWER DEPTH. IT TOOK OUT CLOTHES, STACKED EVERYTHING ABOUT THE BASKET. SUSPENDED OVER THE HEAD, ENTERED THE WATER. THE STONES UNDER THE FEET WERE SLIPPED AND THE CURRENT THREATENED HIS BALANCE. WATER HITS YOUR WAIST. SHE WASN'T VERY SURE IF IT WAS TO GO ACROSS THE RIVER. I had already done half the path. HALF OF THE RIVER. IT IS BACKGROUND. THE WATER HITS THE HEIGHT OF THE NECK AND WALKING ON THE TIP OF THE FEET. THE BASKET, SHE IS THE KNITTED UP ON THE HEAD. SUDDENLY, THE FLOOR MISSED, THE HEAD ROCKED AND SHE, WITHOUT WANTING, SWALLOWED LITTLE WATER. SOON LATER, HE HAD NO MORE CONDITIONS AND HAD TO SUPPORT THE BASKET OVER THE HEAD, HOLDING IT WITH ONE HAND, WHILE THE OTHER WANTED TO IMPULSE THE BODY IN THE DIRECTION OF THE OPPOSITE MARGIN. FOR AN INSTANT, CURRENT DRAGGED HIM, BUT SO FELT THE STONE BACKGROUND UNDER THE FEET, AND MOMENTS LATER WAS BACK BEFORE PLACING AGAIN ON THE WALK THROUGH THE FORESTS. SHE COMES BACK]
Laya, 14,000 Years Old or 14,000 B.P.
— I fell into the routine of travelling all day, until dusk, when then I was looking for a stream or stream to camp nearby. The water was plentiful. The rains were causing rivers to overflow, filling the basins and valleys that would later be dry ditches or, at best, muddy streams. The abundance was fleeting. The moisture would quickly be absorbed, but ... before giving the plain time to flourish ... Overnight the land was covered with flowers in the most varied tones ... yellow ... white ... purple…the blueberry ... is it blueberry? And the strong reds existed, but in less quantity. I started to depend less on the meager supply I had brought with me, starting to withdraw, more and more, the sustenance of the land. And that did not hinder my march ... I was a nomad as you archaeologists say. Collector and fisherwoman ... and hunter. The digging stick I had on the same strap. As for the medicine bag, I hung it on the belt that tied the clothes. The food was plentiful, since the wood and the fire were more difficult to obtain, it was more possible to light a fire.
[VOICE OFF. THE LIGHT AT THE HORIZON WAS SO BRIGHT THAT LAYA LITTLE DIDN'T SEE THE SUDDEN DESCENT THAT MAKES THE PLATEAU WHERE IT WAS FOUND. STANDING ON THE EDGE AND HANDING THE EYES WITH THE HAND, BOTH SEE A WATER TOWER FALLING FROM A HIGH PLACE, A TOP. IT WAS A SMALL RIVER OF LUMINOUS WATERS AND FLANKED BY TREES AND MEDIUM GATE PLANTS. ROCKY, A GREEN, FRESH AND WELL SHELTERED VALLEY EXTENDED. THEREFORE, AT A CERTAIN DISTANCE, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD, THE LAST RAYS OF SUN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD, THE LAST RAYS OF SUN HIT ON A GROUP OF STAGS IN THE FIELD].