Buenos Aires, late 1970s. Ten at night was curfew time during those days. My friend Alejandro and I had just finished our last glass of port or scotch at the train station's café, we walked outside and waved farewell to each other as we took our individual paths leading home. I walked, because at ten o'clock all public transportation went out of service. After barely three blocks a police van stopped and the driver got out of the vehicle. The toned officer approached me and asked for my ID card.

Sagastume, Jorge. Disappearing into the Night of Buenos Aires. In Transatlantische Auswanderergeschichten: Reflexionen und Reminiszenzen aus drei Generationen: Festschrift zu Ehren von Robert Schopflocher, herausgegeben von Frederick A. Lubich, 505-506. Würzburg: Königshausen and Neumann, 2014.

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