Tandil, the place of dreams
This room used to belong to the sister of Damian, and she apparently went through her teenage expressive years in here.
You cannot go anywhere in this country without seeing spray paint… though there is less of it in Tandil than in Buenos Aires, six hours away.
Me, Damian and his father in the wind next to Piedra Movideza, the large stone that actually fell, and was later replaced by the government
Piedra Movideza, the large stone that actually fell in 1912, and was later replaced by the government