Imposing funerals, uniformed authorities, the presidential honor guard, the Minister of the Interior paying housecalls, and an indignant political class issuing admonitions and promises: all that’s left in their wake are a few small things. The image that comes to mind is a person combing the beach in search of personal effects after a hurricane, bending down to find the things that still belong to him. All that remains is a reality consisting of a slow reconstruction, an exhausting recovery of memories, a journey that for many people turns into a suffering so great that they try to either flee or repress the memory. Reality is three children sitting on the floor in the evening around a Geloso magnetic tape player listening to the voice of their father reading a fairy tale. We would listen to it in our bedroom, after putting on our pajamas, while Mama stayed in the kitchen. The tape was always breaking, and we fixed it over and over again, until we lost it forever. Mama with her head on the kitchen table, crying inconsolably.
What do You think about Pushing Past The Night (2009)?
