Status Updates From היו זמנים בארגנטינה

‘I have a letter—an unresolved memory—memory is mine, although it doesn’t belong only to me. Its—is the same as always—to disappear before being told. I’m going to travel backward. It’s possible that, somewhere in the world, some distant relative still knows—I prefer to accept the version I heard as a child—the one that tells of a timely betrayal and sly cowardice. Not just far away but in another world—Buenos Aires’