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Image of video experiment for Certain Shards


My father left Argentina in the 1970’s, a decade of coups and the beginning of the dictatorship. By the time I could speak enough Spanish to talk to my grandmother, her memories were moth-eaten by Alzheimer’s. I moved back to Argentina forty years after my father’s arrival in the US.


What did my family miss in those four decades? What did my grandmother remember, before she forgot?


A fragmented fable of identity, memory, and migration. 

Read a script sample on the New Play Exchange

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