Hacia afuera blanco

The portrait of my relationship with my father and the silence between us. In a house by the river my father spends his days while I try to talk to him. The seasons go by with the feeling of a testimony that won’t dare to arrive, an unrevealed story that conceals violence and dictatorship. A generational approach to the post-dictatorship that rejects the spectacularization of grief, the meticulous description of horror and the persistence of melancholy and assumes the inevitability of gaps in memory and history.