Producer Silvia Rottenberg publishes here her second column about her experiences with WTWHNS. She describes one of the facets of the background of a society where we were looking for persons that could show what nobody saw.
¨Yes, come to Argentina¨, I told senior producer Vanya Pieters of “What The World Has Never Seen“; “so many hidden stories here!”.
I thought it would be a piece of cake for photographer Michel Szulc Krzyzanowski and producer Sven Gerrets. Taxi drivers here for instance are not just taxi drivers. They are actually filmmakers, poets and musicians. Sometimes they are willing to share that with the passenger. These can be the most precious rides of you life. A scenario writer once told me about a lady in a red dress that appeared in a taxi driver´s dream every night, which made him look for her all through Buenos Aires. After years of searching – Buenos Aires is rather big – he almost hits her with his taxi. He stops, runs out and tries to talk to her. He approaches her as someone who has gotten really close to him, as she has been appearing in his dreams every night. But she obviously doesn’t know who he is and dismisses him. He pursues his desire to talk to her and she has to in the end call security. He finds out he has been dreaming about his mother, who disappeared during the ´Dirty War”: the military dictatorship of 1976-1983. There another story started. It was the end of the taxi ride.
I was born in Argentina in 1976. My parents had the chance to ask for transferral and have their little girl and later boy grow up in stable Holland. It was only till way later, when I was curious about that specific moment in history – the place and time of where and when I was born – that stories, even from my own parents, were told. I had been studying the period. Reading and viewing testimonies. Visiting places. And then one evening on the phone with my dad, asking him, how it was possible that they had never really experienced anything, it came out.. ¨have I never told you that story, Sil?¨ ¨Which story?¨ ¨Well, they picked me up one day.. I guess they thought I looked like a member of a guerilla organization or something.. it might have been my mustache..¨ This, in the most relaxing tone possible. As if it were about buying some cigarettes around the corner, which as we know, has the same potential of no return. So I asked him whether it was in a Ford. Yes. In a Green Ford Falcon. Yes, Sil, how do you know? Sincere surprise in his voice. Perhaps it is good that he doesn´t know how lucky he has been managing to get out of the car.
During the period of 1976-1983, fear was reigning in this country, leading to a lot of stories. Made up (for survival) and real. Imagination and reality is still flowing into one another here in Buenos Aires. The difference is hard to discern. And maybe not even important. The night of the taxi ride, I was wearing a red dress.
© Silvia Rottenberg, Buenos Aires.
















