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My friends had left for europe, Buenos Aires was the capital of chaos, and I saw my life and projects run down the drain in a few days. Love, hatred, illusions, all could be resumed in a word: failure. is about visual consequences; the only consequences one

could empatically assume in the middle of doubts. For the first time in years, my country, magically, assume it was a part of Latin America, and rejectantly revealed its most intimate, loneliest inhabitants to the eyes of the casual viewer.