The segment corresponds to a portrait of a house in its final days. There are no living persons, just walls, windows, and ghosts. The house was my father's family home in Rosario, Argentina. The images were captured by me shortly before the place was demolish. I spent most summers, and a few winter breaks in that house in my childhood, and just before the exile. This segment is part of an ongoing autobiographical documentary. I though the portrait of those walls, the air filtering through the cracks on the window, and the door knobs could not wait for me to finish the film before seeing the light of day again. So, here they are after all these years.
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