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-Hi! -Hi.

-Find your name? -No. I can't find it.

In my neighborhood, everything was forever.

And "forever" was a sentence.

Here you are, Tam. You got one of the best averages.

-I can't believe it. -That's great!

-Here's Juani. -Really? Let me see.

When I met my friends, I also discovered some softer "forevers."

Soft like water,

and firm like the gaze of a deer hunter who knows exactly what he's doing.

-There's no way I'm in and Lau isn't. -I didn't make it.

Then we'll go to a different school.

I can't. If I don't get into ILSE, I'll have to stay at my old one.

Then we'll go to Tam's school.

With skirts and wigs, but never alone.

-Lau, here you are, dummy. -No way.

With a great average.

-Really? -I swear, idiot!

There are other "forevers," I know.

The "forevers" of men.

I don't know what to think of those yet.

THE END OF LOVE

Smoke this right away.

-Got a light? -Nope.

-It was still good. -Yes, but intentionally...

-And it's better. -Yeah.

-Excuse me. Got a light? -I don't use them.

You don't use them?

-Anyone have a light? -No, honey.

Doesn't anyone smoke regular cigarettes here?

-Did you get hurt? -No, but almost.

-Poli, what did you break? -One of my glasses.

It's fine. Never mind.

I don't get it. Why didn't you buy disposable cups?

Disposable cups? Is it the '90s?

You gotta go green.

-Got a light? -Here.

I'm never doing this again. Just so you know.

Relax. We'll take care of everything.

-Yeah. -Go out, talk to people.

Go network, smile. Be stylish.

Kiss some asses, I don't know. Do something.

Networking?

No, it's not a scholarship.

It's a traveling collective project on digital literature.

-Literature written by bots. -Yes.

Andrés spent two years in Berlin working on that.

He programmed a bot to write surrealist poetry.

-I tried it. -What language was it in?

In English.

No, I mean what programming language was used for the bot.

Anyway, I'm going to Berlin next week for a poetry meeting...

Damn, how they love Berlin!

What's wrong?

Dude, they're all uptight!

They're lobbyists, I don't know.

-Why'd they even come? -They're working.

They're all wearing black and white. No color.

No dancing or laughing or making out.

They write about fucking. When do they fuck?

-They're a bad lay. -Obviously.

Terrible!

And the books they write on hooking up always end badly.

Haven't you noticed?

-That's it. -Yeah.

Then they sign their name.

Hey, can we change the music?

-It's like mass in here. -Sure.

Hold this.

He sold the rights to his novel and they're adapting it to film.

-He got a hundred grand. -No way!

Yes, at the Frankfurt Book Fair.

Networking!

Networking!

All roads lead to lesbianism.

Networking!

I'm not sure if she's proud or ashamed of us.

Both!

I know since it's at the film company where I work.

-Really? -Yeah.

You know, I wanted to ask you if you could send me your book.

Something could come up.

Of course. Got my number?

-Here. Give it to me. -I'll put it in.

An email's more practical. She can send all the info.

I'm gonna to tell you something...

-What's the matter? -Listen.

-What's wrong? -That guy's a jerk.

-Who? -The guy you were talking to.

He made out with my friends after the festival.

Poli, he buys rights to books, dude.

Did you see him? He's a slob.

You think this guy has a budget of a hundred grand? Wake up!

You're your book. No one else will look out for it.

I'm not my book. It's an essay.

The "I" in the book is fiction.

Make Lau turn off this music. Who's dancing?

They are. They're having a blast.

Who are those two? I don't know them. They're strange.

Girls! Who are you?

I'm sorry.

You know, I was thinking.

I'll call you this week to talk about that character.

Which character?

The Grinch of love.

A woman in her thirties who says love is a thing of the past.

It's great for a series.

-Totally! -Yeah!

It could be a series, right?

Yeah, but my book isn't about that.

I mean, it's not about the Grinch of love.

"The End of Love."

What a title!

-Totally. -Want a hit?

Obviously.

Fucking hell.

Guys, sorry, but this space is off-limits.

I don't wanna be a buzzkill, but this is my workspace.

Well, we're about to do a hit. Want some?

I'd rather get hit in the balls.

Hey, you guys seen Tamara? Anyone seen her?

She probably fucked off.

-Is she your best friend? -Her and Tamara.

What would you do if she won an award that you deserved?

No, that's impossible 'cause I never put myself up for prizes.

-If that's your MO, you'll never win. -Let's go.

They're snorting coke. See what Tamara does?

-She's shitting on me. -Let's go.

I gotta put up with two snobby writers.

-Let's go to my place. -Snorting the devil's dandruff.

I gotta work tomorrow!

She's in here!

Hey, Tam.

Hey, hey.

What happened? Listen. Did someone hurt you?

-Nobody hurt you? -Nobody!

-Real life, this is real. -A bad trip? Yeah, it's real.

Nobody did anything. You okay?

It's just a bad trip. Over here.

-The light. -What light?

I dreamed that all my classmates and I

all had the same mom.

-Which mom? -The same one.

-Who were they? -Everyone.

-Who were they? -Everyone from elementary school.

-Who? -Iosi, Sarita, Joni...

Nurit! Nurit was there... Shirley Plotka!

Then they must've been from the same father.

The same mom is impossible

-for five kids... -No, same mother.

And everyone knew except me.

And nobody cared about the lie. Except for me.

But everyone else...

What a bad trip, dude!

-No, dude, horrible. -And Shirley said, with her face like...

-What'd she say? -"Now you care about your roots?"

-Yeah. -And I cared.

Dude, I care about the truth.

-What truth? -Our roots. I do care.

Don't you care about your roots?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Tamara!

-Tam. Tamara! -No. Stop.

Stop, dude, stop. She had a really bad trip last night.

I'm the one having a bad trip.

-The house is a mess, dude. -What time is it?

I don't know!

Okay, chill.

What's wrong with you?

-Yeah. -It hurts! It hurts!

Her jaw. You don't know how it was last night,

like two padlocks on her face.

-She couldn't even talk. -No.

-Okay. -It's broken.

-I broke something. -Nothing's broken.

Sorry, but you can't leave the house like this.

-We'll clean it up. -I work here.

You know that. You promised.

We'll clean it up. Come on.

It was my only condition.

-I'll help you. Come on. -Tamara!

Listen, the chocolate... Well, let's hope it's chocolate.

I can't make it to lunch with Mom.

I have a meeting with Memoria Activa. You go.

You two should come to the ceremony.

You paid for my ticket to come and you're not here.

People are pigs. Look. A can, a bottle...

What else? A casserole right here?

Yeah, sure. People are pigs.

Are you saying I did this?

-Hello. -Hello.

-How are you? -Fine.

-Sorry. Come in. -Yeah.

It's a total mess.

-Hi. -He's leaving now and we'll get to work.

-Yeah. -They said we'd work in your studio.

Is this it?

Yes, it is, but it's a puke fest. I don't know what happened.

Romualdo just got back to me.

-He'll see us now. -Who's Romualdo?

My dentist. But he's more than that.

He says all your emotions impact your mouth.

That's why your molar cracked.

You cracked a molar?

Adriana is coming anyways to clean this up and make it look like an OR.

No, Tamara. I can't have people over. We have to work here.

She'll clean up and you won't even have to pay.

You should be saying "thanks."

-Thanks. -Thanks.

I'm gonna kill her...

-Sorry. -Yeah, no problem.

-Make yourself comfortable. -Yeah.

It's unbelievable, right?

Making you work from home

without considering if you have kids, parties, a mess.

They shouldn't have to. That's your problem.

No, I think employers should consider your working conditions.

-Don't you think? -Of course you think that.

Excuse me?

You obviously think your daddy employer

should take care of all your problems.

I should be rich, right? With my daddy employer.

But I'm here training you, and you didn't even shave.

Get out. You're training's over.

Go on. What a great fucking morning!

We're at the official event.

Half an hour ago, the 9:53 siren rang,

which kicks off the ceremony each year.

Here we are, like always since 1994,

to commemorate that fateful day.

Every July 18th, we must remember that day

that our lives, the lives of all Jews, of all Argentinians,

changed forever.

Gustavo Berensztein will now talk.

He's from a dissident group, but he's usually at the official event.

First of all, thank you for being here,

and thank you for your respectful silence.

That siren reminds us

of the precise moment that time stopped.

I'm in a work meeting. I can't make it.

Know what, Raquel? I'm not working today.

But listen. If your baby keeps fussing,

let me know and I'll check on him here at home.

No, it's no problem.

-Ruthie, what's up? -How are you, honey?

Listen, want to come over for lunch? Guess what?

I cooked enough for a whole army again.

I'd love to, but I'm giving my mom a hand

because her secretary quit.

Your mom is so lucky.

Well, stop by later.

-And take some home with you. -Okay, sure.

-Bye, Ruthie, thanks. -Bye, Sandra.

Love you. Bye.

Did you hang up 'cause I came in?

Don't mind me. You can keep chatting.

-I'm gonna hang myself. -Don't even joke about that.

Manuela called to cancel.

Okay. Did you tell her she still has to pay for the session?

No, I didn't. I assumed she already knew.

Don't assume anything, just in case.

Above all, any stage, any podium, is good to make this demand.

It's been 29 years without my mother.

But, above all, it's been 29 years of impunity.

Twenty-nine years of demanding the same thing,

without a justice system that listens or takes action.

A justice system that seems blind, deaf, mute,

with all due respect to the blind, the deaf and the mute.

Well, to wrap this up, here's my colleague Marcela.

Well, I think Gustavo already said it all...

Sari, we can go if you're tired.

I'm not tired. I don't want to leave.

I was checking the time because, at some point, I'll need to pee.

And we reiterate, "Justice, we will seek justice."

Emilia Graciela Berelejis de Toer.

Present now and forever.

Silvana Alguea de Rodríguez.

Present now and forever.

Javier Naum Tenenbaum.

Present now and forever.

Andrea Judith Guterman.

Present now and forever.

Graciela Dayan.

Present now and forever.

Did you know our teeth are directly linked to our emotional system?

Remember that they're our hardest organ.

They guard our most profound identity.

What happens when someone's murdered,

they're thrown into a river to rot,

or they're set on fire until they're unrecognizable?

How do we identify that person?

Through their dental records, right?

You're a relationship expert.

Did you know the mouth is the main relational organ?

That's precisely what connects us with the world.

Could you tell me, for example,

when your mother stopped breastfeeding you?

Can it be fixed or not?

Can it be fixed?

We're talking about a cracked molar.

This provides information you can't ignore. You're Tamara Tenenbaum.

Well, I brush three times a day and I use my retainer,

so I don't know why it broke.

Exactly. It's not physical.

The issue here

is managing the control and chaos that's at play.

You have a strong desire to control everything with your mind.

That's what broke.

That broke you, Tamara.

He was 17 years old when his mother was killed in the bombing at the AMIA

Tami, we're waiting for you.

Mom cooked for like 50 people. You coming or should I invite victims?

Invite away. I'm going. I mean...

You got a free trip, I bet you made friends, we didn't go.

There's a ton of food. Invite away.

Any idea how much money it'll be if we win?

First, we need the court ruling.

But you're asking for a certain amount, right?

Mom? Mom, why so many plates?

It's just us.

I bet Tami will bring her husband.

What husband?

It's a lot of money.

Enough for an apartment?

I don't know.

It'll at least be enough for the deposit.

I don't want an apartment. I just want a ballpark figure.

You don't want an apartment? What would you buy?

I don't even know where I want to live.

I might spend it on something else.

You can't say "I'll spend it on something else."

And then what? What?

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hi, Tam. -How are you?

-Hello. -What did I miss?

Wow.

Nothing, just gossiping about the event.

No, I'm interested.

Did you go to an event, a party?

Why are you so dressed up?

You look very pretty.

Thanks, bubbe. Are we expecting someone?

Yes.

Hello, Salama.

-Hello. -How are you?

Hello.

-Come in. -Hi.

Come in, just a moment.

What a character, that Gustavo.

The guy who spoke at the event.

Berensztein. He always speaks at the official event.

I think he also spoke at Memoria Activa.

You know who he went with?

He went alone to the official one, and with his family to Memoria Activa.

He's got a family?

Girls, have you seen my prescription pad?

The new one I printed?

When you say "family," do you mean parents, siblings?

You sure care a lot about Gustavo's family. What's up?

-Which Gustavo? -Berensztein.

He's Graciela Dayan's son.

-Has he got family? -Yes.

He's got two kids.

Two kids, but not your age.

Teenagers, I think.

What's his wife's name?

I don't remember.

Oh, well...

Sorry, but you'll have to clear out because more patients are coming.

I'm sorry.

Let's go to the bathroom.

Okay, camera on? What do you want to show us?

Wow, Tamara. What's with that closeted gay huntress look?

Listen, listen.

Mijal was with Gustavo at the AMIA event.

-Who's Gustavo? -A "fan."

His mother died in the AMIA attack!

Don't you see?

I mean, if I believed in soulmates, past lives,

destiny, that kind of stuff, I'd be buying my wedding dress.

Luckily, you don't believe in any of that.

But I don't know if it's intellectual,

or if he knows my old man died there. No idea.

My mom said he has kids.

So he's married?

That would work well.

If he's a married cheater, that'd be easier.

So what's the issue?

No, there's no issue here.

She just needs a couple of ass-lickers

to listen to her obsess over a guy

she hasn't even dated and might not even like.

Who says I don't like him?

Then get together and find out, right?

I'll shoot myself if he talks about the "tragedy."

Well, you'll be able to write about it, as usual.

Compared to the morons you brought over last night, I bet he's more interesting.

You'd have more fun.

I don't get your attitude, Laura.

The house is spotless.

I don't have an attitude.

-Do I have an attitude, Juana? -You cleaned, Tam?

Obviously, her slave sent over a slave to clean the house

so he could hold her purse.

You're so ungrateful with Poli. What's bothering you?

Girls, I'm out. I can't take any more of your domestic drama.

Bye!

Tell me what's bothering you.

He gives you drugs, invites you to parties.

He got me an appointment, he got the house cleaned.

All that feels fake.

Why's he got to do that?

And this Gustavo...

Is he a good boy?

I don't know him, bubbe.

They attended the Paso Synagogue, right?

His mother was Graciela Dayan.

Dayan with a "y"?

Oh, come on. Stop.

I can't believe you fell for the little orphan boy.

I just thought I knew him from somewhere.

Now I see I didn't know him. I had no idea he's a victim.

Girls, I'm exhausted. Sorry, Mom.

I have to eat something.

I'll faint unless I eat something sweet.

Plus, more people are coming.

And that brat won't let me check his ears.

Why fill the house with patients?

-You're neurotic. -Yeah.

Can't you set boundaries?

Honestly, no.

I don't think he's good for you.

The AMIA thing is too heavy.

Plus, you despise activism and the cause, and he's a strong advocate.

I don't despise activism.

-I just don't participate. -Are you kidding me?

What do you know about what I despise, Mijal?

Come in, come in.

Have a seat. Girls, this is... What's your name?

-Jana. -Jana.

And you are? Well, her daughter.

I'll get your prescription, Jana.

Jana.

Jana, you're Rivka's daughter?

From the Lavalle temple?

You're not going around saying I hate activism, right?

Stop. Enough.

You could be cousins. It's creepy.

What are you on about? How can Gustavo be my cousin?

I can't believe you're still talking about Gustavo Berensztein.

We're talking about money and guys. What else is there?

Tamara, you're an educated girl.

There are millions of topics.

Well, I'm off. Bye.

No, stay.

-You're leaving, right, Jana? -Yes.

-Come on. -It's been an hour.

You haven't even had a bite.

See you on Sunday. Bye.

-Bye. -Bye, honey.

Hey, Poli. I was thinking about the dream I told you about.

The one where my classmates and I had the same mom.

This whole thing about my roots, the truth about my roots.

It turns out that dream was about the first group I abandoned.

My classmates from elementary school, a group I didn't choose.

Like the victims of the AMIA attack.

Belonging to a collective I never wanted to recognize.

A terrible victim.

That's what I am, a shitty victim. But what I mean is

that, later on, I did choose my groups,

my belongings. I don't know, my friends.

College, my partner, too.

I guess I always wanted to leave all groups.

Everything you look at so closely turns into a family.

And I think families, deep down, are a freak show.

That's how I feel, but I don't want to feel that way.

It's like I want to escape once people get to know me.

Even worse...

When I feel they know me, I want to be someone else, to invent another life.

That's why people who remind me of my past are so hard for me.

I feel they know something about me that I don't want anyone to know.

-You like it? -Yeah.

It's pot, Mom. Pot.

They don't let me lie.

Or maybe the other way around.

They hold onto the lie about me that I myself created.

They don't let me speak the truth.

Can I buy you a coffee? A glass of wine?