ESMA

ESMA Trial

Demonstration of the H.I.J.O.S.

Ethical trial against Martinez de Hoz

Golpe de estado – Or the last military dictatorship.

Uruguay – or how I burned my face.

King of the Bongo.

Hear me when I come
„King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong“
Bangin‘ on my bongo all that swing belongs to me
I’m so happy there’s nobody in my place instead of me
I’m a king without a crown hanging loose in a big town
But I’m the king of bongo baby I’m the king of bongo bong
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Hear me when I come, baby, king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong.

I survived an Argentinian soccer match.

Wow. That is worth it.

Inspiration.

I am always really proud and happy when I realize that there are actually people who enjoy taking part in my adventures. Who are touched by my words and let themselves be carried away by my stories. I was really moved when Cécile, a good friend of mine from Paris, announced to me that my tales from Buenos Aires had inspired her to write a fictional text about me for Uni. The task was to absorb a tableau in a self-authored text. Content could be freely chosen. So she wrote about my life here in Buenos Aires, completing my reality with her imagination. Surprisingly, her imagination was pretty close to reality in the end.

I would like to share her story with you. Thank you Cécile.

A city of temptations…

The beauty of life or thousand culinary temptations…