During a tour of one of the rooms of the Museo Casa de la Memoria Indómita (Museum of Indomitable Memory), which displays documents, photographs, and objects related to forced disappearances during the dirty war in Mexico, we attend the audiovisual enunciation of a phrase, perhaps diffuse, that becomes less and less circumstantial. The dirty war never ended. Our present is closed, contracted by a plane-sequence in the middle of a Memory that we desire more and more untamed.
