I felt anxious by the fact that the description of each photograph came before the actual image was presented, and I found a relationship between my anxiety and the photographer’s anguish, since both of us weren’t able to see what we wanted to see. It seemed most of the time there was something that didn’t please the author about his photographs.

Finally he describes something that he will never be able to forget, and thus doesn’t appear burning, something that I won’t be able to forget either, since it will never be in my memory. This last and most transcendental image is not presented, an image that made the author desert photography forever. And even though his life as a photographer ends the film doesn’t seem to end, because of the lack of this last photograph.
