In this performance, I worked on the relationship between personal memory and collective memory, but from the perspective of oblivion. After the birth of my son Franco, I wondered how I could appraise the memories of my father, who had passed away some years before. What could my son know about my dad? How to transfer your memories? Does this transfer of intergenerational memories also transfer what we do not remember?

For months I wrote in hundreds of ping pong balls memories I had with my father. Some were personal and others had to do with the history of my country: what my father told me about the dictatorship as a child.

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In the perfromance I asked the public to choose ping pong balls and read what they said. I took my four and a half month old son in my arms and told him live and direct what I remembered from what the audience read in the balls.