This one is a self-P that got damaged not so much by chemicals in the darkroom, but in life before the shot was taken. Then it went to the garbage bin and at the last moment I saved it from the ignominy of eI Olvido. I saved it for my own visual bin. It could very well be an appropriate representation of a general state of heart during the difficult days of September 2006. There is something pathetic in some photographs when they involve anguish and pain. When they shout with their eyes from the silence of a printed eight by ten.