At the height of the Cold War, an invisible army kept Mexico’s surveillance machine running. Information moved through hotel desks, telephone lines, cars, homes and ordinary conversations, transforming everyday life into a field of suspicion.
A project that imagines the migration of defeated guerrillas from one planet to another, exploring how fiction and image open other possibilities beyond historical truth.
Driven by her mother’s recollections and collective memories, the project portrays the distress of fearing for one’s life and safety.
The starting point is July 21st of 1976, the night the armed forces broke into my maternal grandparents house in Buenos Aires, Argentina.