Red Chewing-gum

A man remembers a love affair about fifteen years ago that was born in the echoes of war. A memory chewed over like the gum that the desired man masti- cated one piece after another until all the sugar and taste went. A love without any future apart from the continuous return to rebellious desire, without any destiny other than this filmic letter that recognizes, much later, in the faces filmed at the time, another story than that dictated by the bombs, unless it was all a dream.