{"id":1427,"date":"2020-05-21T17:44:05","date_gmt":"2020-05-21T17:44:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pausal.co.uk\/?page_id=1427"},"modified":"2024-04-10T15:14:35","modified_gmt":"2024-04-10T15:14:35","slug":"50000-horas","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pausal.co.uk\/index.php\/projects\/50000-horas\/","title":{"rendered":"50000 horas \/ 50000 hours"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">My father was imprisoned during the last Argentine military dictatorship. He spent 50000 hours deprived of his freedom in three prisons across the country (Devoto, La Plata and Rawson). Before being officially detained, he spent a brief period in an unknown location and was considered a missing person. Some time later he learned that he had been in the Federal Security Superintendency. He was 19 years old when he was arrested in the neighborhood of Villa Crespo and 24 years old when he was released on probation in Rawson, Chubut province. He gained definitive freedom at the age of 25, in june 1982. His story marked my childhood, I was decorating it with mental images and inventions. He never seemed like a victim to me but rather an adventurer in an impossible tale.<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">When I finally got to be the same age he had when he lost his freedom, I was a photographer who had recently emigrated to Canada. Those days, I compulsively photographed everything I saw: my brothers and sisters on my visits to Argentina, the people I was with, the reflections of the city in the stained glass windows, the cafes and the landscapes that I crossed from my houses to my many workplaces. Years passed and a thought kept visiting me: while I was growing up, in a parallel time line, my father was still in prison. The years between my 19 and my 24 were endless. At 25, as a magical gesture or perhaps as a tribute, I stopped having that thought and taking the camera with me everywhere. One day I was the exact age my dad was when he was released from prison. And something in me also broke free. Everything was, somehow, fairer: two 25-year-old free human beings walk the streets, one in the present and one in the past, recording images on their retinas and on their cameras while observing the world.The 6,000+ images I captured in my 50000 hours of freedom I could never group or view as a whole. They seemed countless disjointed scraps. Over time I realized that I wanted to show them simultaneously and, for that reason, many years later, with a selection of almost 500 photos (one for every 100 hours that my father spent in jail) I made a video entitled not surprisingly, 50,000 hours and dedicated, without any hesitation, to freedom.<\/h4><\/h4>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-video\"><video controls src=\"http:\/\/www.pausal.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/pictures\/My-Movie1080.mov\"><\/video><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">\/<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Mi pap\u00e1 estuvo preso durante la \u00faltima dictadura militar argentina. Pas\u00f3 50000 horas privado de su libertad en tres c\u00e1rceles del pa\u00eds (Devoto, La Plata y Rawson). Antes de estar oficialmente detenido, estuvo un breve per\u00edodo en una ubicaci\u00f3n desconocida como desaparecido. Tiempo despu\u00e9s supo durante esos d\u00edas hab\u00eda estado en la Superintendencia de Seguridad Federal, en Moreno 1417. Ten\u00eda 19 a\u00f1os cuando lo detuvieron en Villa Crespo y 24 a\u00f1os cuando sali\u00f3 bajo libertad vigilada en Rawson, provincia de Chubut.  La libertad definitiva la tuvo a los 25 a\u00f1os, en junio de 1982. Su relato marc\u00f3 mi infancia, lo fui decorando con im\u00e1genes mentales e inventos infantiles. \u00c9l nunca me pareci\u00f3 una v\u00edctima, sino m\u00e1s bien un aventurero en un cuento imposible.<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Cuando finalmente tuve la edad en la que \u00e9l perdi\u00f3 su libertad, yo era fot\u00f3grafa y viv\u00eda en Canad\u00e1. Fotografiaba compulsivamente lo que ve\u00eda: a mis hermanos y hermanas, a las personas con las que estaba, los reflejos de la ciudad en las vidrieras, los caf\u00e9s y los paisajes que atravesaba de mis casas a mis trabajos. Pasaban los a\u00f1os y un pensamiento me visitaba continuamente: mientras yo segu\u00eda creciendo, en una l\u00ednea temporal paralela, mi pap\u00e1 segu\u00eda preso. Los a\u00f1os entre mis 19 y mis 24 fueron interminables. A los 25, como un gesto m\u00e1gico o quiz\u00e1s a modo de homenaje, dej\u00e9 de tener ese pensamiento y de llevar la c\u00e1mara conmigo a todas partes. Un d\u00eda cumpl\u00ed la edad exacta que mi pap\u00e1 ten\u00eda cuando recobr\u00f3 la libertad.  Y algo en m\u00ed tambi\u00e9n se liber\u00f3. Todo era, de alg\u00fan modo, m\u00e1s justo: dos personas libres de 25 a\u00f1os caminan por las calles, una en el presente y otra en el pasado, graban im\u00e1genes en sus retinas y en sus c\u00e1maras.<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Las m\u00e1s de 6000 im\u00e1genes que captur\u00e9 en mis 50000 horas de libertad nunca pude agruparlas ni verlas como un todo. Parec\u00edan innumerables retazos inconexos. Con el tiempo me di cuenta de que las quer\u00eda mostrar en simult\u00e1neo y, por eso, muchos a\u00f1os m\u00e1s tarde, con una selecci\u00f3n de casi 500 fotos (una por cada 100 horas que mi pap\u00e1 pas\u00f3 en la c\u00e1rcel) hice un video que se titula, no sorpresivamente, 50000 horas y est\u00e1 dedicado, indefectiblemente, a la libertad.<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>________ My father was imprisoned during the last Argentine military dictatorship. He spent 50000 hours deprived of his freedom in three prisons across the country (Devoto, La Plata and Rawson). Before being officially detained, he spent a brief period in an unknown location and was considered a missing person. 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