Every document of civilization

A crossing of avenues that is, at the same time, a border between the city of Buenos Aires and the suburbs. Every day, thousands of people pass through it on their way to their workplaces. Buses, traffic lights, asphalt, concrete, a rusty sign. Someone who is going to study, another who sells grilled tortillas. A supermarket, an abandoned service station, a bakery. A kiosk. Public lighting and muddy electoral propaganda. Advertising of cell phones and hamburgers. Garbage and the lady who sells flowers. The image of normality. The image of normality as an illusion: “every document of civilization is, at the same time, a document of barbarism,” said Walter Benjamin, proposing to look at the history of the capitalist catastrophe against the grain. Reality is a layered mass grave; this film, a process of excavation. Or the dissection of the landscape where, ten years ago, the final trail of a teenager was lost in the hands of the Police.