eep in the surf. White shirt, neck
          tie, hair perfectly parted. Wire framed glasses rest on the
          bridge of his nose. His name is ALEJANDRO.
                         
          He rises his face to the sun.
                         
                               ALEJANDRO(V.O.)
                     I think about the price. The price
                     of appetite. The cost of
                     forgetting who we are. Pretending
                     we are... who w