(Stancia La Cristina, Santa Cruz).- On Friday, April 27, 2001, my dad arrived late from work. He sat in the kitchen, as I did so many times, and I accompanied him. Although he was wrapped up in his characteristic serenity, he was in a hurry: the next day he had to get up early to fly from San Fernando to Santa Cruz. I was in the first year of the Communication career. I wanted to be like him: writing, asking, knowing the world. That night he gav…
(Stancia La Cristina, Santa Cruz).- On Friday, April 27, 2001, my dad arrived late from work. He sat in the kitchen, as I did so many times, and I accompanied him. Although he was wrapped up in his characteristic serenity, he was in a hurry: the next day he had to get up early to fly from San Fernando to Santa Cruz. I was in the first year of the Communication career. I wanted to be like him: writing, asking, knowing the world. That night he gav…