I don't believe in God but I believe in him
A voice says, “Start the car, I killed him!”, and a car speeds away. A basketball court, a family table, a school, and a public plaza begin as ordinary, empty spaces, gradually filling with life—though always marked by an absence. This short film retraces the life of Franco Castro López, a 16-year-old who enjoyed everyday life with his family and friends, doing what he loved and moving through the places he called his own. As national news outlets begin reporting on the deaths of several young people whose families are demanding justice, Franco’s case resurfaces. Through news footage, home videos, testimonies, voices, and photographs, a story once silenced becomes visible again. More than ten years after his killing, his face still covers the walls of Mar del Plata—carrying the hope that he was the last.
