Recuerdos para el que por mí pregunte

A year ago Andrea had a heart attack and was hospitalized. Together with several friends, Fernando began to send her audios from abroad, reading several fragments of books that could shorten that distance. Now, inverting the roles and with the camera, they both reconstruct those words under the same premise: a voice, a place in the city, a short reading.

Peru, 2009. In the northern jungle region, a mining company enters the depths of the virgin forest to begin searching for mineral resources. This entry is made with the permission of the government but without the consent of the native Awajún, the indigenous people who live there. What began as a social protest ended in a national crisis.

By the sea, there is a destroyed village. In the village, there is a man trying to rest.

Year 2009 Northwest of the Peruvian jungle, near the border with Ecuador, a mining company enters the depths of the virgin forest in search for mineral resources, regardless of the damage it can cause. The entry is made with the approval of the government without the consent of the indigenous people living there Awajún. Known for their courage and bravery, the Awajún hold back the invaders; but in the struggle for their land, they are brutally beaten by the ultra-liberal government. Violence begets violence. Through a video workshop aimed at awajún, the director follows the trail of an irreparable injury.

Families remember. The prosecutor warns of imminent danger. Victims and citizens share experiences, feelings, and warnings about a regime seeking to perpetuate itself once again. The daughter's crimes are added to the father's burden. Voices from the present and the past intertwine in a country that seems eternally condemned to suffer the same dynasty time and time again.

What is the name of the regime that disappears people, that closes the media, that has drug trafficking allies as its main advisers, that sterilizes women without consulting them, that kills journalists, that persecutes you with SUNAT, that denigrates you with headlines, who corrupts opposition politicians and buys them for their purposes, who fills you with scary speeches day and night, who has entered the government to steal, to loot, to burden the country by weight, to flee to Japan and to resign from there? This regime is called Fujimori. It is time to remember what that dictatorship was like, which has been washing its face for a quarter of a century. It is time to remember that Keiko Fujimori was not outside the dictatorship but participated in it. He fed on her. Because Keiko Fujimori is the most ambitious and wicked version of her father. We have to ask ourselves if we will be up to the task so that we are not the sad and submissive version of Peru in the early nineties.