Anne Huffschmid

Spaces of terror, produced by massacre or disappearance, do not belong to far away galaxies, or to some kind of no one’s land, but are inserted in our everyday geographies. We coexist with them, often without seeing or perceiving. They have a voice and things to tell, so let’s start listening.

Human bodies do not disappear. They were kidnapped, buried, torn to pieces. But they are also searched, recovered, and, when forensics achieves the improbable, rebuilt as people. They can only return home when they are identified as dead. An audiovisual journey through the landscapes of an overwhelmed Mexico, between graves and fragments, family and forensic. In search of the human that persists, despite everything.