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To cry without wanting to.
To not cry, although we want to. To not be able to breathe. To not be able to stop the frantic search of identity. Some distant images, a sordid fight, a total loss of the sense. 1976. The military dictatorship takes over in Argentina. I was 5 years old. Hundreds of faces fade out. I meticulously recompose some pieces of my past My own identity is impossible to find. |
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A-229
IN MEMORY OF THE BIRDS Gabriela Golder Experimental, Argentina/france, 2000, 17min 30s, b & w and colour, Spanish/English subtitles |
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