Questions

The city is inside out, turned by social movements and political oppression and misplaced efforts and malicious efforts and human chaos into slogans of liberation on walls and cafés on corners where you can get an empanada that will turn your whole situation around as you ask questions. But the questions are busier than the streets… You cannot ask about how people slept during the dirty war without being in the gridlock traffic of a million stories. But you have to keep asking questions. Questions like how are you today? And what do you remember? And what is your dream for tomorrow? What is my dream?