Story of My Name

After a fire destructed my house I return to the places where I grew up looking for childhood recollections In this journey appears the memory of a photo for Karin Eitel a young woman tortured and detained during the dictatorship to whom I owe my name A story that my parents never told me brings me closer to Karin and not just because of my name In the background the memory of a childhood in Chile a country that reconstructed its democracy omitting its own history