I miei pensieri

Desaparecidos Nikkei Reappeared in the Argentinian conscience. The night of April 21, 1977, fourteen armed men wearing civilian clothes went to my dad's office and took him and another lawyer. They put him in the back of a Ford Falcon (the chosen cars the military/cops would use) and they sped off. That evening my mom, little brother and me were in our apartment on the eighth floor on Acoyte avenue. Something was boiling on the stove, the table was set but I don't remember having dinner that night. There was something going on, my mother was nervous and she was not saying much, which was strange since she liked talking to me a lot. I was sitting on the couch wrapped on a blanket watching television. I just knew even though my mother didn't say a word that we were waiting for my dad. She kept looking at the clock and I kept staring at the white door hoping to hear the key turn. We heard the elevator stop and the squeaky noise of its metal door opening, we