In the world economy ordered by the World Bank, in which financiers and stock markets drive economies;
in which the pursuit of profit leads to downsizing and the closing of prosperous factories without any regard for the employees;
in which corporations move out of countries no longer deemed "reliable" to new ones in order to meet the demands of the stock market;
in which an international upper class oligarchy monitors everything;
an ideal from the past survives despite economic theories of the present, towering in the collapsed Latin American economy.
Sometimes forgotten by economic professors in American and European Universities, an entire people survive in DISJUNCTION.
In December 2001, the Argentinean economy crashed.
People`s bank accounts disappeared in a single night, impounded by the government.
The rebellion of the people was muffled by the silence of international monetary authorities, the IMF and the World Bank, the very authorities that had heaped praise on the model set up in Buenos Aires.
That night the aristocracy of the country fled, leaving obsolete factories and workers without salary.
The collapse was the last step along a path that was taken back in the mid '70s, a path taken by a military dictatorship that led the so-called Guerra Sucia (Dirty War).
In vacant plants, without any economic prospects, the revolutionary theories of the'70s, like an underground river, are welling up.
The story chronicles how people reacted to the crisis ten months later, what they set up to keep going, to provide a future for their families.
By the highway junction in downtown Buenos Aires, dancers train at dusk.
In the magic light of the sunset, with Christmas approaching, a group of youngsters practice a dance on a grassy island overrun by roadways.
It is the Murga, a physical and expressive dance, originating in Africa, carried along by slaves, and transformed by this people's surrealism.
They dance and jump.
The bodies sweat to the rhythms of an awakening evening: one that belongs to this people sentenced to poverty by the World Bank; who rise at dusk, and dance on the waves of their destiny.
This is Argentina, where impossible dreams of love may last, as long as the short and intense beat of a tango.