“I wonder what it means to rebuild a tragedy? Does it consist of returning to the nightmare’s fragment zero to reorganize the shards of pain? Or is it to tell a story, to knead it, to reinvent it and then share it until the poison dissolves? Absence, lead and gunpowder; joy and life frozen by the Green Falcons. A city on the operating table. Argentina 1975, a trip in search of Mario, my father, the story that binds us together for eternity as a foggy, broken mirror indelibly marked by this moment of bullets and wings."