The Last Captain

[Greg]

Tuesday Aug 22

Ah, Tuesday, you are going to be fun.

Although, I had been to the Military History Museum to film their medals, I hadn’t yet interviewed Dr. Sallay or his boss Dr. Colonel Vilmos Kovacs. That was all going to change today. Plus, as an added bonus, Mr. Mohos was going to come back for another interview. Three interviews in one day!

With one little tiny caveat. HK was still sick. Not only was I going to have to film the interviews, I was going to conduct them as well. That should go smoothly, right? And I was going to have to get all the gear there by my lonesome.

I reconfigured the bags so I had one less to carry. This still meant I was bringing six bags with me to shoot the interview.

Sandor picked me up and drove me to the Military History Museum near Buda Castle. It was a beautiful sunny day. Sandor was a little startled to see that HK was not going with us. We left in plenty of time to get to the castle.

Almost too much. Since the Castle environs are so small, cars are only given a limited time to get in and out. Sandor was under the gun to get me dropped off as soon as possible. Except, since we were there so early and it was beautiful, I might as well stop at the Mathias Church to take a few photos first. Which I did.

Still had plenty of time when we pulled up between the cannons at the rear of the museum. Well, I did get a memo that they were having a conference in the museum and the didn’t want me roaming the halls and disturbing everyone.

Dr. Sallay met me at the guard barricade and was kind enough to carry some of my equipment up the two flights of stairs to our meeting room. I put on the brave face as I toted the big heavy pink fencing bag that held all my tripods and light stands. I only had to put it down once for a breather.

Dr. Sallay agreed to do his interview in English so I gave Xenia a later call to help with the Dr. Colonel Vilmos Kovacs interview. I told Dr. Sallay to come back at 9 once I had finished setting up all the gear. We were filming in a beautiful conference room that overlooked Buda. Dr. Sallay cracked open some windows for me to get some air while I worked. Setting up is always the sweatiest time for me. I really need to start bringing a change of shirt for when I’m done.

Dr. Colonel came in at one point to see what I was up to. I shook his rock solid hand. He look like he was built from stone.

I finished a few minutes before 9 and proceeded to wait for Dr. Sallay. And I waited. And waited.

I ventured out into the hall to see if he was around. Nope. I decided it was time to pace. I checked out the display cabinets. This was my second visit to the museum and I still didn’t know what was in it besides the Piller medals.

Sallay finally came out of Kovacs office brimming with apologies. The Colonel and he had strategized what they were going to say during their interviews so there wouldn’t be any overlap.

Before we sat, I broke one of the cardinal interview rules and showed Sallay my questions. Naturally, there was a bunch he couldn’t answer, but it gave him a sense of what we needed.

We squared off opposite each other. I sat next to the cameras so I could monitor them. Sallay sat in front of them.

The first question I asked was about Sallay’s background and then I asked for a bit about Piller. When he finished, I did a quick check of the cameras and realized none of them had been running. Probably reason number one right there on why you don’t do interviews alone.

I apologized to Sallay and had him start over. Naturally, his first answers were better. He tried to pack in all the stuff he said or wanted to say on the second go round rather than speaking freely.

The interview went quickly. It was pretty definitive what Dr. Sallay knew and wanted to say. We finished up at eleven which meant I had ninety minutes before the Dr. Colonel Vilmos Kovacs interview.

I opted to go towards the tourist areas near the castle and get some lunch. I avoided the Houdini museum. I had a nice lunch. I took some more pictures of the town.

I tried to call Xenia about coming early to give us more time with Kovacs but I got her answering machine. She called me later with the usual strangeness. I told her about trying to get her early. By the time she called me back early wasn’t an option. She also mentioned something about getting a cab and would be there soon.

So, how could this continue on in an embarrassing fashion? Easily answered.

First Dr. Colonel came into the conference room ready to go. His first question was why wasn’t the air conditioning on in the room. Dr. Sallay learned for the first time there was air conditioning for that room and prompty turned it on.

Then Dr. Sallay comes up to me and says “Your translator is downstairs and doesn’t have the money for her cab” Of course, she doesn’t. I’m wondering where showing up at a military institution in an unpaid cab is a mark of professionalism? I gave the money to Sallay. Sallay gave it to the secretary who went downstairs to pay off the cab.

Xenia eventually made it to the room out of breath with excuses about forgetting her purse. She was also mad at the cab driver who treated her badly because she didn’t have money.

Dr. Colonel had a limited window for us. He marched in and said he had to be done by 1:30. Multiple times during the interview he would pointedly look at his watch. 

I only asked him three questions. The first was to give a me a little bit about his background. The second was to have him tell me about Piller. The second answer lasted about 35 minutes. He just started talking and didn’t stop. I told Xenia not to translate because that would have just wasted time. It was better for Dr. Colonel just to speak and for me to record it. It was an awesome display of dissertation. I can only hope he had worthwhile things to say. Sallay later said he basically went over Piller’s CV with details.

Dr. Colonel looked at his watch and said I had ten minutes. I gave him a choice for his final question. He could either tell me why Sabre was so important in Hungary or he could tell me why the Hungarians had been so dominant in Saber for 40 years. Dr. Colonel laughed and said I was a very nice man. Dr. Colonel spoke for another ten minutes solid on the importance of Saber to Hungary. 

He popped up and said it was time to go. I begged for another minute to take a picture of Dr. Colonel and Dr. Sallay. He agreed and the whirlwind left. It seemed like a great interview. I hope the translation bears me out.

I started to pack up the gear. Sallay remembered one more thing he wanted to get on record. So, I filmed him with the one camera that was still set up. After we finished, I packed up the rest of the gear. I called Sandor and told him to meet us outside.

Dr. Sallay and Xenia helped me carry the gear to the car. I again carried the evil pink bag that would best be used as ballast on a trawler.

One of the quests I had been on for this trip was to find an actual place where Piller taught or lived here in Budapest. Everyone I had asked couldn’t remember or didn’t know. That is kind of why the Ludovica was important. Piller had been there.

Well, that changed with Dr. Sallay. From his military records it came to light that Piller lived in a barracks for single men not far from the museum. And from a letter written by a jewish family that Piller had hid during World war 2 to save them from  deportation by the Nazis, came the address from when Piller was married. It too was not far from where we currently stood.

I asked Sandor if the addresses were on the route back to the hotel. Sort of kind of. Xenia and Sandor argued a lot about how to best get there. I figured it was a pain the butt to get to these spots but we were going anyway since I had paid for the freight.

It turned out it wasn’t too hard. The barracks on Atilla still exists but we only stopped long enough for to snap some quick pictures of it. The married home had been turned into tennis courts.

Back at the hotel, Zoltan didn’t even bat an eye as I requested use of the back room again for the interview. He even agreed to the same rate as Timea gave me, 50 euro.

I had the bell hops help me take the bags up the circular stair case. Igor did a less than successful job. At the base of the stairs was the champagne and glasses for the morning breakfast buffet on a small table. As Igor swung the devil pink bag around to get a better grip, he misjudged the size of the bag and swung it through the glasses, sending five glasses crashing to ground.

Zoltan who had come by to supervise, looked at the damage and remarked “You should go for six” 

Since I didn’t see any sign of Mohos, I took my time setting up the cameras and the lights. Xenia had gone off to get lunch. At first she didn’t want to go since she realized she didn’t have any money. I gave her the rest of the money from the taxi ride to cover her lunch costs.

Xenia came up to me and pointed out that Mohos was waiting in the lobby. He’d actually been in the lobby since 2pm. He was a bit cranky. I had noticed the guy sitting there but I didn’t recognize him. The three previous times I had seen him, he’d been in a suit. Now, he just looked like some scruffy old man.

I apologized profusely. I explained again that I had just gotten back from the museum. I didn’t know how to explain how I didn’t recognize him.

So, Mohos started the interview cranky. He was also kind of confused what else I wanted him to say. I explained to him that he was one of the few people who knew stories Piller told. No one else. Slightly mollified, we started the interview.

First off, he wanted to talk a little bit about Borsody and what Borsody brought to the evolution of Sabre. Once again Xenia’s lack of fencing knowledge hurt her. Just by the way Mohos was moving his arm and fingers, I could tell Mohos was explaining how sabre went from arm movements to finger tip movements. It was good to get on film.

Then Mohos started counting off on his fingers. He mentioned Piller’s name a lot. Xenia tells me he was listing the stories he knew about Piller. Problem was, Mohos wasn’t going to tell all of them. Damn. But I would take what I would get.

At some point Xenia informed me that a guy from the Flea Market was coming to show collectibles he had about Sabre and Piller. Great someone was going to interrupt the interview.

Sure enough, thirty minutes in, a guy pops into the room carrying a stack of papers. Mohos was already cranky. I hated to stop the interview for fear that Mohos would take that as an opportunity to leave.

I made the guy sit in the chair while Mohos continued his tales. Mohos sounded a bit scratchy so I gave him a bottle of water I had. Mohos looked at me and said something to Xenia. Mohos was not an uncouth slob. He wanted a glass for the water. Sigh. I didn’t have a glass. I was on the verge of going to get one when thirst got the better of Mohos and he drank from the bottle.

I took this as an opportunity to see what the guy brought. It was newspapers from the 1930’s one of which showed Piller. Mohos was equally interested in them. The guy wanted 10000 forint for them. I countered with 5000. He blah blah blahed. I blah blahed. We settled on 8000. HK would have given him 20000.

I shooed flea market man from the room and continued with Mohos.

Mohos tells very detailed very long stories. I was tiring quickly but I wanted to milk this cow for all that it was worth. Xenia was getting frazzled. She needed a break but wanted to put the onus on Mohos. She said she thought Mohos looked like he could use a break. I looked to Mohos and he said he was fine. I wasn’t going to stop for anything. I handed Xenia the bottle of water I had taken back from Mohos.
At this point, I had been running my cameras on batteries all day. This was the third interview for me. I was starting to scramble to keep everything going. I might have lost a few bits as I swapped out batteries, but I hope not.

Mohos mentioned something about Mrs. Piller, who is always a curious subject in these stories since no one has anything good to say about her. I tried to clarify the timeline for her by asking when Piller’s wife ended up in Germany. 

Mohos looked at me like I was a fool. The gist was that Piller’s wife never went to Germany. He then proceeded to give a detailed description of the last years of her life and how the medals came to be at the Military History Museum. There was even a mention of how Tamas Kovacs had turned down an offer for the medals. This was awesome news since I was going to interview Tamas Kovacs later in the week.

Mohos had one last story he wanted to tell. I told him to pause since the audio recorder had stopped due to the fact it’s card was full. I scrambled to find another card to put in the slot.

Xenia urged me just to let it go. Why not just hear the story and record it with my mind, just experience it rather than capture it? Did she not understand on the purpose of my visit?Was she unclear on the fundamentals of movie making? Is she that clueless? I didn’t travel 6000 miles to experience stories. So, I punched her.

I finally got the SD card going in the back of the recorder and switched it on . The story Xenia didn’t want me to record was a Mohos personnel story about a Hungarian violinist he had met in NY. They had made love and the violinist had serenaded him with the violin while she was nude. This was the story Xenia didn’t want me to record.

No, I didn’t punch her.

I also got Mohos to tell me about his experiences during the Uprising. It must be twenty or thirty minutes long. On the one hand, I wanted desperately to sit and rest. On the other hand, I never wanted him to stop talking.

But stop he did. As is usual, it sounded like a great interview, but I have no idea. As a side note, I have to be more active when filming Mohos’s interviews since he doesn’t sit still. He constantly leans forward and back in his chair. So, I am constantly adjusting focus. Unlike Dr. Colonel Vilmos Kovacs, who sat ramrod straight for every one of his 45 minute interview.

What a long day. I messaged the wife once I got back in the room that I needed someone to go get me food since the Hotel’s biggest deficiency was it’s restaurant menu in the afternoon and evening. Sadly, I ended up in the restaurant.

[Drunk Monk]

Poems ain't your strength.  

Me either. Blame limericks.

Members of this club 

Written in haiku, just in case you didn't notice.

[Greg]

Wed and Thursday Aug 23-24

I’ll tell you up front, not a lot happens on Thursday.

Finally, the long delayed trip to Eger was happening. Just a man, a camera, and a destination. HK remains bedridden so it’s up to me find the spots.

I had talked to Rita Lazar, but she had said the person to really see was Norbert Maday. This seems to be the response from everyone. But Rita did give me the address of Piller’s boyhood home, the house where the plaque is mounted. I had at least one destination.

I also had the Eger sports museum. According to Miss Lazar, all the good stuff was in Budapest.

But I had to see for myself didn’t I?

Eger lies about 120km east of Budapest. Sandor took a long odd route through the back roads of Pest just to get us to the motorway. I fell asleep somewhere near the Formula 1 race track.

Without too much trouble, Sandor found Piller’s house. But something odd was happening to me. I wasn’t feeling all that well. I had mocked HK for being weak and gloating that I had broken him, but I guess now it was my turn.

In the selfie, I took in front of Piller’s house, I look decidedly unwell. I managed to through the museum without too much bother, but there was something up with my internals. The museum itself was a complete bust. The guide showed me the two spots related to Piller. One was a big picture of him and all the other Eger Olympic athletes. The other was a short description of his 1932 exploits.

There was also a carved block outside that listed the games and who attended them from Eger. More chances to see Piller’s name carved in stone.

Since I had come all this way, I had planned to see the sites of Eger. But as I walked around the town, I started to feel worse and worse. I went to a Spar market for some drugs but all they carried was food. I asked for a pharmacy but it was at the opposite end of the town from where I stood.

I hit rock bottom just inside the gates of Eger castle. I tried to force my body to climb the path to the top so I could be inside the walls of Eger’s most famous attraction, but I just couldn’t do it. I turned and headed back to find Sandor.

I got in the car and asked Sandor to find me pharmacy. It took a few back and forths for him to understand I was sick and I wanted something to relieve the cramping in my stomach. We finally found a pharmacy on a side street that was just about to close up for the day. 

They didn’t speak English, so I had to pantomime vomiting for them to understand what I was after in the shop. I showed the box to Sandor to make sure it was the right medicine for what ailed me. It could have been morning after pills for all I knew.

In a weird feverish haze, we drove back to Budapest. I went up to my room and promptly went to bed for the next 36 hours. I woke up in the middle of the night with my sheets completely soaked with sweat.

For Thursday, I cancelled the planned interview with Tamas Kovacs. I spent the day taking the medication, drinking water and feeling cramps in my belly. I left the room long enough for the maid to come in and change the sheets. Thursday was the first day of the entire trip there were no pictures on my cel phone.

In the evening, I dozed while watching music videos on the German Language channel. I didn’t eat anything all day. I emailed HK to tell him he was not alone in his suffering.

[Drunk Monk]

U know what's missing from all this? Photos.

We wanna see you looking decidedly unwell. In Budapest I mean. Not just another biteyman selfie.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

So, you were visited by the dreaded Magyar Mung (or perhaps his lesser-known, but still eeeeevil brother, The Hungaloo). Did you survive? What happens next?

[Greg]

Yes, sickness all around for HK and I. HK's came on a couple days before me and I think he got the stronger dose. Mine lasted until yesterday, but it was on the decline the whole week.

I still have a few more Hungary posts to do.

Next stage is actually, you know, putting the film together. Not worried at all.

[Greg]

Some photos to alleviate the word deluge.


Getting my gear ready for the trip. That's the devil pink bag in the foreground.






Piller's trophies, sword, and mask against the painting that drives me nuts.






Taken from the broken drone.




Budapest's parliament building taken before the fireworks.



Faskareti cemetery during the pouring rain.



Dr. Sallay and Dr. Col Vilmos Kovacs at the Museum of Military History.




Janos Mohos goes casual.




Somebody not feeling well in Eger in front of Piller's childhood home.

[Drunk Monk]

I can see why that painting annoys you now.  I totally agree.

[Greg]

Friday Aug 25, 2016

I ain’t no pussy. Friday was my last full day in Budapest and I wasn’t planning to spend it in bed.

Contrary to the signals I was getting from my stomach, my mind was sending out the “I’m not sick” message. That was my mantra for the day, no matter how foolhardy.

I told HK that I was going to the Grand market to do some gift shopping and he decided for at least this short period of time, he wasn’t going to be sick, either. Stupidity! It’s catching.

I called Sandor to come by the hotel so I could pay him off. It was also a sneaky method of getting him to give us a lift to the Grand market, although I had plans to use the subway, too. But Sandor agreed to do one last drive for us. It probably had nothing to do with the fact that I gave him more money than he anticipated. He was more than happy to give me a receipt.

It seems kind of fitting that we would hit the Grand Market on our first and last days in Budapest. On the first day, we just meandered through the first floor, eyeballing all the food on display. This time we went straight to the second floor and all the souvenir stands. HK had been told in no uncertain terms that he was not to return to Redwood City sans gifts.

We wandered around twice, buying scarves, shirts, and really stinky soap. HK bought a combination chess set/drinking set for the millionaire. I didn’t buy him anything.

We stopped on the first floor so HK could stock up on paprikas and hot sauce. His packages were soon outstripping mine.

Well, that little journey wiped out HK. I had planned just to hop on the subway back, but HK wasn’t up to it. We caught a taxi back to the hotel. It was time to burn through our extra Hungarian Forints.

The entire time I was in Hungary, I was in contact with two friends of Derek Cotton: Sunil and Gabrielle. They were both Hungarians who currently live in the United States. They had been in Rio for the Olympics for the majority of the time I was in Budapest, but Gabriel had finally returned on Wednesday. She pointed me towards the Hungarian cure for stomach ailments, ‘Smecta’. I bought both HK and I a box.

Gabrielle wanted to get together so I opted to go to the New York Cafe. It was down the street from the Hotel Nemzeti and I had wanted to go there since walking past it on the first day. The New York Cafe was ultra-fancy and received good reviews in my guide books.

The New York Cafe was sumptuous as advertised, from the painted fresco ceilings to the intricate moulding everywhere. It was like being a baroque fantasy.

Gabrielle had lots of good ideas on who I should interview, none of which I could do before I left. When I told her my woes regarding my interpreter, she brought up the fact she had offered to get me an interpreter from the university. Yet another round of face palms. Well, by the time I was in good contact with Gabrielle. I had already acquired the services of Xenia.

I need to look out for Gabrielle’s kids. One just set the Long Jump record in her state. The other is in India building a prototype of a bone conductive amplifier. Basically, he’s building headphones you don’t put in your ear, but vibrate your skull to work. 

Although I am trying to set up an interview with Gabrielle’s father, Laszlo Tabori. Tabori was on the same plane as Piller when he defected after the Melbourne games. The way Gabrielle tells the defection story makes it sound a little different than everyone else’s story about the defection.  She also offered to help me get a translator in the United states to help translate all my Hungarian interviews.

I had Xenia come to the hotel to get her money for services rendered. I asked her how many hours she had worked. She told me just to figure it out. She would trust me. I was torn between paying her for 10 days of work or 12 days. I had promised to pay her for at least 12 but I don’t think she worked any where near that. Upon consultation with HK, I went with the 12 figure. HK decided she had earned it.

For the first time, Xenia was on time for her appointment. I went over the figures with her. She agreed. When I asked for a receipt, she told me she would have to charge me an additional 27% to cover the VAT. Oddly, in all my dealings with receipts in Budapest, this had never come up. Even Sandor, who I paid twice as much, didn’t ask for the VAT overhead. Yet, my good friend Xenia did. Since HK was with me, I just used him as my witness to the fact I had paid Xenia and opted not to give Xenia 200,000 Forints for a receipt.

Should have stopped. Should have lay down. But no. One of the big stories of the Hungarian Fencers is how Endre Kabos, 1936 Olympic Gold Medalist, had died when the Margaret Bridge had exploded while he had been crossing it by train. The bridge exploded because it had been mined to stop the Russians and had gone off prematurely. Kabos was urged to stay another round of chess but had gone back to his home.

I hadn’t filmed the bridge yet nor the trains that still cross the bridge. Rather than sleep, I got on the Light Rail and headed over to the Margaret Bridge. I only had a little fight with the ticket kiosk. The screen had gotten so hot, it wasn’t registering fingers on the screen anymore. I had to go down to the Underground and use the kiosk there.

I’m sure there were a lot of Hungarian commuters wondering who the crazy man was with the camera filming them going passed. I found a little fenced in area between the tracks and set up my tripod and camera. I filmed plenty of trains. I waved to many train drivers who gave me odd looks.

I learned one thing quickly. Heavy trains cause a bridge to shake when they roll by. I have a lot stability correction in my future. I also filmed the Danube one last time. I kept trying to get the jet skis screaming by, but it seems I was always set up in the wrong direction.

I had one more stop before I could quit and it required me to walk from the Margaret Bridge over  to the Parliament building. I had read about this memorial to Jews killed by the Arrow Cross at the close of World War 2.  The Arrow Cross had just shot the citizens and dumped their bodies into the Danube. 

At the spot where they recovered the bodies, a sculptor had put dozens of bronze shoes along the river bank. I felt the need for some shots. The walk also took me by the Hungarian Olympic park. I took the opportunity to film that, too.

It was crowded at the memorial. It seemed like a tour group had arrived at the same time as me. So, I waited. And waited. The crowd thinned. I took some shots. And then this guy decided he would sit down between the shoes and ponder life as the Danube floated by.

But the gods must have smiled on me. The guy looked over and saw me lying on the concrete with the camera. He realized that I was waiting for him to leave and got up quickly and got out of my shot.

After I finished, he came over to talk. He was Italian and mimed that he was a photographer, too. Which was confusing since his attractive girl friend was taking pictures of him. In the real world, you take photos of the hot girl.

I went to the Kossuth station and took one last selfie with the dog statue that is the center piece of the station.

For dinner, HK and I went to our favorite Italian restaurant in the Jewish quarter. Yes, my belly hurt but I was still chanting the “I’m not sick” mantra. We discussed the production and what we had accomplished in Budapest. 

At about the same time, we both said we had been thinking of the shape of The Last Captain. I toyed with the idea of structuring the film sort of like Citizen Kane. the film would start with an overview of Piller’s life and then really explore the story with all the oral histories we had heard. What was fascinating about the project was how different the stories were. I thought I could throw a bit of Rashomon in there with all the different view points.

HK had the idea we would start with video of Selberg telling the story of Piller and then go explore the discrepancies in Selberg’s story of Piller using the interviews. Which was a good idea. And if memories served me correctly, I had proposed this idea at the beginning of the trip. My caveat at the time was that it would kill Mark to see Selberg’s story shredded. At least I’m pretty sure I proposed it. This might be the reason I’m writing all this stuff down.

I went back to the hotel and finished packing up my eight bags.

[thatguy]

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[Greg]

Dec 2

Yes, I'm still working on the film. I've spent the last forever assembling the footage, getting translations done, and wading through the mountain.

Yesterday, I put together my first rough cut of the film. It was 3 hours and 47 minutes. The final will be in the 100 minute range. Rough Cut 1 is  just all the interesting bits of the interviews and some old Charlie Selberg footage put together with some narrative structure. There aren't any pictures. There isn't any old film footage. Just hours of sound bites.. It takes a long time to view. As a matter of fact. It took me most of a day to see the whole thing. Curse you boredom and Facebook proximity. The file I uploaded to youtube for HK's perusal was 22gbs. It was also the 22nd video for this project I have done. The others are just assemblages grouped around a similar theme like Hungary in 1956 or Piller as a fencer.

Today I start killing my darlings. So far, I've chopped two minutes off the total length. I hope to have it more movie like by the time I come up to Saratoga for Christmas. I'm pretty sure no one wants to see how the sausage is made this early in the endeavor, so I will keep the behemoth to myself.

[Greg]

The last cut came in at about 2:06. I watched it with HK before Christmas. It made me sleepy, which is not a good sign.

Since I returned to Los Angeles, I finished going through the last 4 Hungarian interviews and adding their salient bits to the film which brought me in the wrong direction to 2:35. I spent the last three days cutting and now I'm back to 2:02. Woohoo. I just spent the morning watching the film and I've upgraded my opinion to not horrible, which is probably a bad sign. There are some bits I enjoyed and I think actually work. Best of all, I felt engaged throughout the film, i.e. not sleepy.

Now I'm going to sit down and lop another 30 minutes out of the film. I have a few pictures and few bits of archival photos but nothing extreme. There are a ton of shots I wish I filmed better and did a better job with the sound.

[cranefly]

You realize that if you make this too good, it won't qualify for a DOOM gathering.

Then we'll have to watch it in a theater.

[Drunk Monk]

Is it ensanguinated?




Whatever you do, don't cut the Bollywood number.

[Greg]

I did cut the one blood reference in the film. But it still has one swear word, albeit in Hungarian.

Sadly, not a lot of room for a Bollywood number. Nor do I share tales of Piller's daughter's short career as a dancer at Bimbo's in San Francisco.