El mañana que nunca llegó

Hunger and pogroms in the USSR drove his grandparents to a Buenos Aires of uncertain promise: in that Jewish home, the Spanish Civil War and the lingering effects of Nazism stirred his parents' conscience and shaped his upbringing. This young communist shared a newsroom with Rodolfo Walsh, confronted Videla, and witnessed the deaths of Troxler and other Montonero comrades; he attended La Pasionaria's return to the Cortes in Madrid and followed the execution of Puig Antich; he accompanied Palestinian exiles in Athens; he captured the struggle against Pinochet in Chile with his camera. But tomorrow never arrived, and the great revolutionary illusion brought with it the end of innocence. Here he confesses it.