Mi libro enterrado
NOVEL | 2013 | 77 pages
When he died Agustín, one of his childhood friends from Bahía Blanca, came to visit. He showed us some pictures of the two of them, or of my father and some other friends, when they were about twenty two or twenty three years old. That was how old I was when he died. I looked at those photos and searched for myself. I would have liked to know him back then. Agustín told us about their everyday lives as young men from the provinces while throughout his memories I tried to understand my own youth which, of course, was very different. Even though they saw each other, with more or less frequency, over the years, Agustín was upset at having lost that friend, the one on the pictures. When I understood that, I stopped searching for myself. I understood that that memory belonged to Agustín and to others like him and that I could only find the image I was looking for somewhere else.
RIGHTS: spanish (except Mexico and Costa Rica) PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE I spanish (mexico) ELEFANTA I spanish (costa rica) LOS TRES EDITORES I dutch KARAAT