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Absences

"Absence" is an exhibition project that, based on photographic material from family albums, shows fourteen cases through which the universe gets face of those who no longer are: workers, neighborhood activists, students, workers, professionals entire families, women and men, victims of the systematic illegal repression and forced disappearance of persons established by the military dictatorship in Argentina between 1976 and 1983.

The Argentine photographer based in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bGustavo Germano, back thirty years later, accompany your camera to family and friends to the same places, in similar conditions to those pictures again, now with the hurtful presence of absence of the loved one.

The work, presented in a constant dialogue between before and now, show changes in the environment over the years and those two times in a Parallel impossible presence-absence.

"Absence" is intended to and in the complicity of the family his rationale. In its militancy, the families of the victims claim, posing for the camera, the space should also have been busy. And in that vacuum, we see no longer.

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Scene 22: Jack fell by smoke

Jack left the sea. Although even dream of water and some nights.
It was in the first group that traveled inland.

went down to buy cigarettes at the kiosk in the bus station in a town either. While waiting to assist him go down the street saw a smiling girl was wearing a white dress, printed with colorful flowers. It was a simple dress, but she was beautiful. Her hair was loose, light brown. It seemed out of a propaganda or a movie where the perfect Yankee is shattered in a morbid avoidable accident.
But this is not an advertisement or a movie, decided to take the event as a sign: "That girl sheathed in beauty, live in this town. I stay here, he thought but never talked to, might be a good place to live, at least a while. "

In a cafe next to the plaza asked for work. He said they had not, but perhaps the subject of meteorites have something. For a moment none of which were in the cafe the waiter, the owner or manager and a guy who bustled in the kitchen, seemed willing to give more information but as Jack would not look at them and kept looking for the eyes, boy decided to continue the discussion.
- is filled with gringos and scientific people. It fell heaven for a couple of nights and it seems that meteorites are very rare. They say they can be things of aliens.
- What if? "Jack did not care if the work was with Martians or pigs, while not something the police had no trouble, do you know where I can find those scientists?
- At km. 150.
- On the road? And which way is the kilometer 150? Is very far from here?
- Noooo!! Hahaha! "The boy laughed out loud from the confusion of the outsider, he realized that he liked being the one with the information-The" 150 "is the bar. Not far, about 7 blocks from here, on the road though. To that side, see?.
- Ah! "Jack was a bit saturated with humor of his interlocutor. He fell very bad to be blinded to baseline data in a talk "Thank you," and terminated the conversation.
When he reached the road was getting dark. "Good time to reach a bar, he thought.

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Scene 21: Starfall

After the comet had 2 or 3 nights that were "falling stars" or as some said "the sky was falling apart." The meteorites were great, and some came to Earth, but unless a cow that was in the wrong place at the right time, no casualties were reported. Uma

accepted, seen, and considering that the people seemed more full of things to do, the proposal of his uncle to stay a while and help in the bar Km 150.

Uma Like many others, camera in hand, went out to hunt the stones that had fallen. The meteorites were found to be of a rare type, which attracted researchers, curious, and fortune seekers.

The bar was still the local pub and contained all who were part of the height. Residents were still going as always but now researchers were from various parts of the world were arriving to discover I had left the comet.

So Uma was behind the bar counter of a router, but at times looked like the bar in a tourist town. Almost always be heard speaking English in a corner, sometimes even in Japanese or French-Canadian.

The mutual distrust that had each parishioners was diluted with the days and gradually recovered the relaxed atmosphere, "Uncle Carlos" helped everyone feel comfortable, proposed matches and dart frog, alternating each other from night to night. Closed only on Mondays.

Uma not sure what he was doing there, but I sensed that from behind that bar would be able to see much more than the seven tables in the bar and lights from trucks passing through the route, through Km 150 windows.