El problema con los muertos es que son impuntuales

A long night's journey into day: Victor, a street hustler in the Santa Fe and Pueyrredón neighborhoods of Buenos Aires, from the evening of November 1, All Saints Day, to the dawn of November 2, All Souls Day. Victor's odyssey takes him from clients to friends to a gay gym then a hotel room and an all-night café. He plays pick-up soccer with kids whose parents are going through trash or waiting in parks. A vendor gives him a chrysanthemum. It seems he's being followed, and on the night streets, death is close at hand. Can Victor survive until dawn?

I film my sister arguing with my mom while I was preparing Christmas dinner, on a workers' camp, on a picket, singing. I discover in a VHS that I had been filming it since we were little. Apparently, according to some verses of "The International", socialism would be something like a paradise full of brothers.