Nearly thirty years later, he comes back to talk to us. Calm, quite cold, surgical, free of affect, he focuses on the facts and the people, the places and the time, their entanglement in his memory and revives ours. 

It enables us to bring to the surface what we have voluntarily or involuntarily decided to bury, to repress from our collective history. He carries us alongside him in the meanders of this memory, by taking over the question of his mother: “Where did you abandon my son’s body?