Chilean Chronicles, Part 51: Like South Africans, Chileans ask, "What Have We Done?"

Hugo Rojas, left, and Christian Viera, right. Eighteen years ago I had the honor and privilege of living in South Africa during a pivotal time in that nation’s history. Just a year removed from the first free and democratic election in its history, the country was starting to publicly delve into the darkest aspects of the apartheid era through the Truth and Reconciliation Commission that was headed by Archbishop Desmond Tutu.

Tutu’s pain at hearing what author Antjie Krog called the “indefinable wail that burst from Nomomde Calata’s lips” prompted the 1984 Nobel Peace Prize winner to sing Senzenina after the break on the second day of hearings in East London.

A staple at anti-apartheid demonstrations and funerals, the song asks a basic and profound question: “What have we done?”

(Hear Calata's expression of grief and the song from 1:17 to 2:12 of the trailer to the Bill Moyers film, "Facing the Truth.")

This is the question that Chileans throughout the country have asked themselves with increasing intensity these past weeks and months, culminating in Tuesday’s outpouring of all types of commemoration events.

It´s a different question than the country asked one or two decades ago, and is likely to ask in 10 years time, according to scholar and friend Hugo Rojas.

Dunreith and I attended a presentation he gave at the University of Vina del Mar, where Hugo was presenting in conjunction with the launch of the latest issue of the university's Revista de Derechos Fundamentales, or Journal of Fundamental Rights.

Edited by Hugo´s former roommate, law professor and close friend Christian Viera, the publication contains four essays and a series of primary source documents about the 1973 coup,

It begins with a moving, lyrically written introduction that Christian co-authored with Sociology professor and torture survivor Luis “Tito” Tricot.

Christian, who is lean with a short beard and longish hair that curls around his head, read the piece in an even tone before Hugo gave his presentation.

The mustachioed Tito, who has long, black, straight hair, sat in one of the front rows listening with an attentive expression that held a hint of surprise.

Christian Viera, left, and Luis "Tito" Tricot, right,  on Monday, September 9.

The book’s opening pages evoked an earlier, more innocent and peaceful time in which Chile was just a small country in the south of the world with a view of the sea.

That country was changed profoundly the day of the coup and in the months and years that followed, they wrote. Pinochet and his minions changed children’s hymns to the screams of the tortured, the murals to the ferocity of the night, the northern desert to the anguish of the murdered.

These changes altered, but did not destroy the dreams of the people, many of whom still dream of Chile returning to that earlier Edenic state.

The public reckoning with the damage wrought during the dictatorship was the focus of Hugo’s presentation.

He explained that in 1993, the twentieth anniversary of the coup, Chile’s democracy was far more fragile. Although he was no longer the political leader of the country, Pinochet still headed the military and was a Senator for Life.

This meant that commemorations of the coup were held much more at the state level.

A decade later, in 2003, the theme of Obstinate Memory ascended, Hugo said. By this he meant the persistence of memory and some within the nation beginning to enter into some of the grittier aspects of what had happened during the dictatorship. He pointed to Patricia Verdugo’s De La Tortura No Se Habla, or One Doesn't Talk About Torture, an edited collection that examined the case of Catholic University professor Felipe Aguero’s assertion that he had been tortured by fellow academic Emilio Meneses.

This year, the observances were far more wide-ranging, probing and conducted at the level of civil society, Hugo explained.

I wrote throughout the buildup to September 11 about the explosion of memory observances that took all kinds of forms, from vigils to poetry readings to book launches to academic conferences to the showing of documentary films to marches for the disappeared to translations of Greek plays.

Whereas 20 years ago the question was, “What did you do?”, now the refrain underneath these commemorations was the same as in the Xhosa song Tutu and so many others have sung, he said.

In another decade the emphasis is likely to shift again, as, a half century after the coup, the nation will think about issues of intergenerational transmission, of how to convey in a visceral what life under the dictatorship was like to those children who have no direct tie to Allende’s overthrow and the suffocating terror that ensued.

Pinochet was never arrested in Chile for his deeds, and thus never served a day in a Chilean prison.

Tito and Christian address the theme of impunity in their text, writing, “Because in this piece an impunity has been enthroned that, without doubt, constitutes a profound violation of human rights.”

Over the past decade Francesca Lessa, a friend and colleague of Hugo’s who earned her doctorate at the London School of Economics, has immersed herself in the issue of post-dictatorship impunity laws and, more recently, efforts to overturn them.

Francesca Lessa after her lecture about amnesty laws and legal impunity at the University Alberto Hurtado

On Wednesday, at Hugo’s invitation, Francesca delivered a riveting a presentation at the University of Alberto Hurtado about the work she and the other members of the team with which she collaborates at Oxford University have done.

Their project was essentially to build an international database that tallied the number of countries that had passed laws that granted amnesty as part of the transition to a post-conflict society. From there, the group worked to identify those countries in which attempts were made to undo that legislation and the results of those campaigns.

Much of this activity has happened in Latin America, according to Francesca.

She provided examples within the continent of a complete overturn, a partial reduction of the protections of the amnesty law and a pair of countries where the campaign failed, and her analysis of the factors that contributed to each result.

Argentina was the place which had the most successful outcome in undoing the amnesty law passed during the Carlos Menem era of the late 80s and early 90s that pardoned the generals who had led the “dirty war” that saw about 30,000 Argentines killed and many others disappeared.

Francesca attributed the success to an active and continuously insistent civil sector, a judicial branch that was supportive of the cause, international pressure and the involvement of the executive branch in the form of former President Nestor Kirchner.

Since the laws have been reversed, more than 400 people have been tried for the human rights crimes they committed, with at least another 100 people whose cases are on the docket, she said.

Chile has had a less comprehensive reversal-a result Francesca attributed in part to the persistence of a large sector of the population who still sees Pinochet and his leadership in a positive light. This sentiment, Francesa said, allowed those in the country opposed to change to resist the substantial international pressure they faced.

In Brazil, however, there has been no change.

Even though civil society groups are highly involved in issues like violence against women, they have not taken on the conduct of the dictatorship to the same degree. The judicial branch has been similarly unsupportive, Francesca said.

The result in Brazil is more representative of what has happened in countries throughout the world, but the possibility of a constellation of sectors within society advocating in a concerted manner and achieving the change they sought was both provocative and inspiring.

When asked by a student during the question and answer part of her presentation, Francesca said clearly that she believes the abuses of the past need to be reckoned with before a society can move fully into a democratic era.

In that way, she affirmed the importance not only of the question South Africans asked before and Chileans are confronting now, but of rendering some judgment on those responsible for the atrocities committed whose wounds in so many places remain unhealed.

Chilean Chronicles, Part XXXXII: The Week of Memory Begins

Something extraordinary is happening in Chile this week. All across the country, from Arica to Punta Arenas, and in 30 of the 32 comunas, or districts, within Santiago, public discussion is happening about the coup on September 11, 1973 that was headed by Gen. Augusto Pinochet that ousted democratically-elected President Salvador Allende and ushered in 17 years of military rule.

Tonight kicked off the nation's first Week of Memory. Occurring against the backdrop of the November presidential election, the next seven days will feature previously hidden or unknown testimony, pictures, films and texts.

Four key notions of memory underpin the programs.

The first is memory as an antidote to future such tyranny and oppression happening again in the country-a thought that’s captured in the statement that was said and projected on the screen in the front of the room, “Nunca mas.”

Never again.

The second conception of memory is a spur to greater levels of fulfillment of democratic principles, of the appreciation both of democracy’s fragility and of the importance of working ceaselessly to protect and advance its flow.

The third notion, according to Ricardo Brodsky, the director of the national Museum of Human Rights and Memory, is of memory as an restorative and reparative act that confers dignity that was previously stripped and violated to the victims.

And the fourth is the idea that the lessons of history and the suffering of the past must be taught to the next generation.

In his opening comments, Brodsky, who’s a childhood friend of poet, academic and human rights activist Marjorie Agosin, noted that this is not the first time that a round number of the coup’s anniversary has been commemorated.

Ricardo Brodsky, director of the Museum of Memory and Human Rights.

However, as opposed to 20 years ago, when it was marked by a state ceremony, this year the conversations are happening in civil forums.

Places like universities and conference halls and libraries.

The latter is where Dunreith and I went to the kickoff event in Providencia, the neighborhood in the city where we live.

Originally slated to take place outside under a white tent set up next to the branch of the public library that sits in Parque Bustamante, the gathering was moved inside to the library’s basement because of a light drizzle.

The room was largely filled to capacity by close to 100 people of various ages who sat in the stiff red chairs.

Recently elected Providencia Mayor Josefa Errazuriz talked about the comuna’s decision, taken after fierce debate, to reverse the name that had been given to one of Providencia’s major streets in 1980 as Ave. 11 September to its original name of New Providencia Avenue.

She led the fight, she said, because she didn’t want young people to receive any shred of a message that the date was one to be honored.

It’s inconceivable that homage would be given to that name, Errazuriz said.

She added that the street’s renaming was a significant step in an ongoing process of helping to convert the sorrow, hurt and anger from the coup and the Pinochet years and dictatorship into future projects and plans.

We need to put the new generation in touch with how we lived and suffered, she said. The pain has to give place to proposals for the future.

We have to do it, she told me later, during a short break in which various types of cheese garnished with nuts and fruit juices, soft drinks and wine were all available.

Providencia Mayor Josefa Erraruiz with a constituent.

The program’s feature event was a showing of 1978 German documentary film. Los Muertos No Callan, or The Dead Are Not Silent.

The crowd watched with a fierce and silent attention that was broken occasionally by a sigh or gasp.

Filmed in grainy black and white images, the movie told the story of the assassinations of top Allende political figures like Vice President Carlos Prats, Defense Secretary Jose Toha and Ambassador to the United States Orlando Letelier.

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But if the murdered politicians were silent, their widows gave voice to what happened.

In the movie Moy de Toha and Isabel Letelier narrate their horrific experience with almost unthinkable calm and composure and remarkable detail, even as their faces bear the toll that their husbands’ murders and the recounting of their deaths takes on them.

The deaths happened after forces loyal to Pinochet, who had repeatedly declared his loyalty to Allende, bombed La Moneda, the President’s palace. Fire and plumes of smoke billow on the screen for what feels like agonizing minutes, each successive flame further destroying the democratic ideals on which the nation had been based for nearly half a century.

The coup marked the beginning of Pinochet’s ruthless reign in which Toha, Letelier and many other leaders who were loyal to Allende were imprisoned at Isla Dawson, an island about 100 kilometers south of Punta Arenas.

Toha‘s death came after months of torture-the Pinochet government told Moy that he had committed suicide-and after his wife had confronted the dictator.

I am not talking to the head of the military junta, she said. I am talking to the man who we hosted at our house many times.

Pinochet had done more than visit.

One of the film’s most biting segments comes when the general’s words of effusive praise for the Tohas, which he wrote by hand in a letter and had engraved on a plate, are shown repeatedly on the screen.

Moy de Toha also shows a card signed by 39 of her husband’s former inmates who, like him had been incarcerated on Isla Dawson.

Orlando Letelier was among the signatories.

Letelier moved to Washington after political pressure led to his release from prison and his eventual reunion with his family in Venzuela. He became one of the major voices of the Chilean resistance.

On Sept. 10, 1976, he was deprived of his Chilean citizenship. During a solidarity concert that evening that was headlined by Joan Baez, he declared, “I was born Chilean, I am Chilean and I will die Chilean.”

Letelier then took square aim at the dictator.

Pinochet was born a traitor and fascist. He is a traitor and fascist. He will die as a traitor and fascist, Letelier said.

He was murdered in Washington by DINA agents in a car bombing 11 days later.

The bomb also claimed the life of his assistant Ronni Moffitt.

The Dead Are Not Silent ends after Isabel Letelier describes her fight to get to see her murdered husband.

His eyes were still open.

In his eyes, she said, she saw all of the regime’s horror.

But she also saw the strength necessary to carry on and continue fighting.

Isabel Letelier was in the front row of the audience.

She walked unsteadily, the product of having recently lost the use of a use of one of her eyes.

But her diminished physical state did not mean that her contribution went unrecognized.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

During his comments in the panel after the film, Juan Guzman, the former right-wing judge who indicted Pinochet shortly before his death, paid tribute to the courage, valor and strength of both widows.

The crowd applauded for a long time, and again as Isabel Letelier left the room shortly before the panel ended.

Isabel Letelier, right, with a companion.

I told Guzman that I admired his transformation through allowing himself to be exposed to the regime’s atrocities from his isolation to his later role as arbiter of justice for the nation.

It was very good, he said about The Judge and the General, the film by Patricio Lanfranco and Elizabeth Farnsworth that traced his journey.

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I also asked the judge about the people who had chanted, “They never got him” after Pinochet´s death, referring to the fact that the former dictator eluded prison time during his lifetime.

Guzman had said these people hadn´t learned anything as of the time of Pinochet's passing.

Had these people still not learned the lessons of history, I asked?

Many of them had not, he said.

Providencia councilman Jaime Parada, who is openly gay, addressed the same issue in response to a question I asked about why so many people we had met asserted that life was better under Pinochet.

Providencia Councilman Jaime Parada, left.

I come from a right wing family, and I remember my mother and father crying when Pinochet lost the plebicisite vote, he said.

Forty three percent of the country supported Pinochet during that vote.

Many of them still do, he said.

This happened because of a confluence of factors, according to Parada. He cited the neo-liberal ideology that encouraged people to think only about themselves, and not to concern themselves with the pain of others.

Parada also said that the country was in an extreme anti-Marxist position during the Cold War.

At the same time, he also made the point that human rights violations abuse did not only occur during the dictatorship, but continue today in Chile and nations throughout the world.

These abuses occur to women, to people with disabilities, and to gay, lesbian and transsexual people, among others, Parada said.

The unfinished work that memory calls us to do hung in the room as the session wrapped up at 10:00 p.m. and the group started to disperse into the warm evening.

Practically bursting with all that we had seen and heard, Dunreith and I walked back to our apartment faster than usual.

The conversations about Chile's past would continue throughout the country the next day.

Chilean Chronicles, Part XXXVIII: Luis Dreams of a Home in Chillan

Luis at St. George's School. Luis has dreamed of the house in Chillan for years.

It’s located in the country about four hours away from Santiago, where he grew up and has driven a cab nearly the past half-century.

He started driving at 19, just after he had legally become an adult and more than a dozen years after both of his parents had died.

Luis’ father passed away from cancer when he and his twin were just 4 years old.

His mother had a heart attack that same year.

The city has changed a lot since he first got behind the wheel, he told me during a traffic-filled ride to St. George’s school on the outskirts of Santiago on Wednesday.

He was wearing a blue-striped sweater, a neatly knotted tie, and a shirt with the top button undone.

His mustache and the hair on his head are both thick and have hefty portions of grey.

The day he drove us, he was wearing a blue-striped sweater, a neatly knotted tie, and a shirt with the top button undone.

The topic of the changes in the city since he’s been a taxi driver elicited animated hand gestures that evoked his Italian ancestors.

In the Allende days, Luis said, the streets were littered with trash.

People were drunk all the time.

The buildings were all grey.

Many people lacked a strong work ethic.

Pinochet changed all that, Luis told me.

People went to bed earlier.

They worked harder.

In short, Pinochet modernized the city and the country.

Luis has a far dimmer view of politicians these days.

They’re more concerned about serving their own and their parties’ interests.

They don’t think about what the people need.

As a result, Luis said he’s not going to vote in the upcoming presidential elections.

But one thing he is sure of, regardless of who wins: the people will have to work like slaves.

That includes him.

Which is why he’s so excited about his house.

It’s in the country, and, in his vision, has got a small goat, a chicken and a rooster.

While there, he’ll be able to relax and enjoy himself.

Luis doesn’t have much family.

His marriage with an Arab woman didn’t work out.

He has two sons in their 30s, neither of whom is married or has children. They've been to Italy, but he's never made it there.

His brother’s wife died a few years ago.

Still, the image of the home gives him peace as he’s chauffeuring customers around the city as many as 80 hours per week.

The problem, though, is money.

Luis said he’s hardly saved any money in the pension accounts that were established under the leadership of Jose Pinera, older brother of current Chilean president Sebastian Pinera.

We were pulling up to the front gate at the school.

I waited in the car, gave Luis a tip and wished him luck in converting his vision into a reality.

I asked him for a business card, and he gave me one from the company.

For his sake I hope that, someday soon, Luis will be able to give his final ride to a customer, move south to Chillan and take up residence in the rustic home he’s wanted so desperately.

But, as his car rumbled away, I feared instead that Luis may spend the rest of his days and years driving around the city where he has lived his entire life, and from which he is likely never to leave.

Chilean Chronicles, Part XXXII: Day Two of Learning from Fulbright Classmates

Today was the second day at the University of Chile with my Fulbright colleagues, and, again, there was an extraordinarily rich array of intellectual content to absorb. Yesterday’s presentations centered around the theme of sustainability and environmentally-oriented projects, while today’s sessions covered a series of topics.

Key points from each stood out from each one.

The emotion in his voice pushing through his voice as he gamely delivered his lecture in Spanish, David Bergin spoke about Mr. Webb, his former high school science teacher whose passion for his subject left a firm and life-changing imprint on him and many other students during his decades-long career.

Camila Lopez and David Bergin.

Steve Sadlier used the image of a protest about domestic violence in which a black poster saying that not another woman should be killed was surrounded by papers with victims’ names interspersed with shoes to talk through the socio-cultural issues of society, culture and language.

Steve Sadlier relaxes after his presentation Thursday.

In her talk about the Mapuche in Argentina and Chile, literary scholar Camila Lopez talked about “entre,” the space of being between two worlds that characters travel through in the work of Argentine novelist Maria Rosa Lojo.

Camila Lopez proudly displays her pisco sour.

Greg Gogolin gave an eye-opening talk about Cybercrime in which he shared that the chief of the Detroit Police Department told him that they don’t even go after crimes that are less than $100,000 in a month.

This means that cybercriminals can do as much as $1 million per year without even being pursued by the police in the city.

Beyond that, Greg gave us perhaps the most useful piece of advice at all; change your passwords, especially for banking, to nine characters.

Make sure to include at least one number, one capital letter and one unusual character.

Bumping up the total from seven characters to eight can increase the amount of time people who want to crack a password up from minutes to days, he said.

Adding one more character to nine can make the time to break the code from days to years.

Greg Gogolin, left, and Larry Geri share a light moment at lunch.

In the final presentation, Paul Quick spoke about the expansive kind of interdisciplinary sharing that can happen when colleagues get together, eat and soak in the pleasure of each other's company.

Paul Quick and his sponsor Fernanda.

The mood was certainly upbeat and the conversation rich as we broke bread, well, salad, fish and potatoes and a very stiff pisco sour, at the building where Admiral Merino, General Pinochet and their cronies set up shop after they deposed the democratically-elected government in September 1973.

Alternately joking and serious, we switched back and forth from Spanish to English as we discussed the relative merits of Chicago and Santiago’s transit systems. (Santiago’s Metro won in a romp over the El, except at Rush , even as Felix from the Fulbright Commission put in a plug for the virtue of the Loop as a neighborhood.)

We talked about the best time of year to head over the cordillera and go to Argentina’s Mendoza region for what Victoria Viteri of the Fulbright Commission said is the world’s best meat and food.

Felix and Victoria from the Fulbright Commission.

Many Chileans go to Mendoza during the week of September 18, the date on which the nation celebrates its independence. But the consensus among the Chileans at our end of the long wooden table was that Journalism Department Chair Carlos Aldunate was right in telling us, during our four-hour long dinner, in a tone that barely got to the half joking level, that Dunreith and my going there during that time would be an insult.

Dunreith showed family pictures that elicited oohs and aahs, and University of Diego Portales institutional memory Josefa Romero invited us to visit her family’s home in the fields a couple of hours away when Aidan comes to visit in late November.

Josefa Romero of the University of Diego Portales.

The hour at which I needed to leave to make it on time to my class at 3:30 came just as the dessert and coffee arrived.

We have to have postre, Dunreith and Josefa said together in a tone that indicated they would brook no disagreement.

We did, gulping down the white and dark chocolate concoctions a bit faster than usual, but still long enough to savor the sweet, creamy mixture.

The time to talk the Metro had passed, so the three of us took a taxi after we made the rounds of both tables and said goodbye to our new friends.

Six weeks ago today, Dunreith and I boarded a plane that took us to Dallas and, from there, to Santiago, the capital of a country we had wanted to visit for more than a decade.

Yesterday, I met the entire group of this year’s Fulbrighters in person for the first time.

Filled with the food, drink and knowledge I had absorbed, feeling surprisingly at home, I walked up to the third floor, retrieved the blue University of Diego Portales binder from the departmental office and headed down to my classroom.

The students would be arriving in less than 15 minutes.

Chilean Chronicles, Part XXIX: Patricio Guzman's Nostalgia for the Light

The poster for Patricio Guzman's exquisite film, Nostalgia for the Light. As a child in Chile, Patricio Guzman stared at the stars and reveled in the untroubled quiet of a peaceful country, childhood and world.

Chile, as he explains in the introduction to his intricate, thought provoking and haunting documentary film, Nostalgia for the Light, was disconnected from the rest of the world.

The presidents walked the streets unprotected.

But the country began to become integrated with the world as the Atacama Desert, a 600-mile stretch of land that is commonly considered to be the driest place in the world, became the site of some of the largest, most sophisticated telescopes on the planet.

The only brown patch of earth that is visible from the moon, Atacama is sparsely populated. But you can often see women walking and digging up the terrain in a ceaseless, yet often unrewarded, search for the remains of their loved ones.

They are the mothers and wives of the country’s disappeared.

Chile’s Edenic period was disrupted first by the revolutionary ferment of Salvador Allende, and then, far more brutally, on Sept. 11, 1973. That was the day that Gen. Augusto Pinochet overthrew the Allende government and ushered in a 17-year reign of terror, death and destruction.

The barbarity of Pinochet’s regime appeared to know no limits.

Not only did the dictatorship “disappear” thousands of people, taking them in the middle of the night, holding them in concentration camps, then torturing and raping them before killing them.

They also deliberately buried the bones in different locations than they had killed their victims so that the loved ones would not find them.

In many cases they dumped them in the sea.

In the film, Guzman brings together the common threads between his childhood memories, the country’s premier location for astronomers, the quest of archaeologists to understand the nation’s pre-Colombian past, and the unhealed wounds so many Chileans suffered during the Pinochet era.

The work starts slowly, as a massive telescope being unfurled iis the only character in the film for close to the first five minutes.

The pace continues in a similar vein throughout the work.

The first third or so of the work is dedicated to astronomers and archaeologists, both of whom make the point that we are always living in, and they are always studying, the past.

One astronomer points out that even the perception of the present is in the very recent past because of the minute delay in thoughts moving to being consciously understood.

Guzman moves from this metaphysical premise to pointing out the irony in Chile being such an ideal place to study the past for these two disciplines because it has yet to fully confront its own most recent history. (He also makes the point in the film that atrocities against indigenous people occurred in the 19th century as well.)

More characters enter Nostalgia at this point, and the film, like a boa constrictor, starts to take deeper hold of the viewer’s attention and emotions.

Guzman introduces us to an imprisoned architect who memorized every detail of the dimensions of the concentration camp in which he was imprisoned once he was in exile in Denmark. Guzman notes that in a way the man, who is driven to remember, and his wife, who is losing her memory as she falls into the grip of Alzheimer’s, are a metaphor.

We meet another former concentration camp survivor who was part of a group of about two dozen prisoners who did their own stargazing while incarcerated. Led by a doctor who knew a lot about astronomy, the group was eventually stopped by the authorities who feared they would seek to escape.

The gentleman explains that he did not escape, but did feel at those moments very free.

Guzman also introduces us to the women and their ceaseless searches, explaining that cities all over the nation have people conducting similar searches.

Sometimes, having “success” is not enough.

In one of the movie’s most moving scenes, a woman explains that receiving just a part of her child’s body does not quiet the ache inside of her.

He was whole when they took him, she says, tears coming to her eyes as she sits in the desert where she has spent countless hours. I don’t want just a piece of him.

Nostalgia has moments of light, too.

One of these comes in the form of an astronomer who was raised by her grandparents after her parents were detained and killed.

She explains that her grandparents, who sit wordlessly on a couch, were pressured relentlessly by the government to reveal their children’s location lest their granddaughter be killed.

Eventually, they relented.

Despite living with this unthinkable burden, they managed to raise her in a joyful environment. Though she thinks of herself as having a manufacturing defect, she sees that the son she is raising does not, nor does her husband. This knowledge is a source of solace.

But so too is her study of astronomy and the way she has used her understanding of the natural world to formulate an attitude toward her parents’ death as part of the natural course of events.

Seeing this way, she says, allows her to diminish some of the pain she still feels over their death and absence from her life.

In the end, Guzman returns to the purity of his childhood-a period that he represents through the marbles he carried around as a boy-and the lights and stars twinkling over Santiago, the nation’s capital.

As the man-made lights start to go out and just the sounds remain, continuing as the credits roll, we are left with a deeper sense of the thread of seeking to answer questions from the past that connect so many in this injured, blood-soaked land.

Guzman is a Chilean who is seeking both to share and better understand his own experience as well as to help his countrymen confront what they together have not had the courage to completely face.

Yet, in this very effort, we are also left with the unsettling realization that, as Martha Minow wrote in the introduction to her work Between Vengeance and Forgiveness, there can be no final closure.

But we must do something.

Guzman has given us that in his film.