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Jun
It is 5:40 p.m. on June 25, 1978. Argentina has just won the World Cup for the first time, the stands explode, the streets begin to be covered in light blue and white, the horns are activated; the one who does not jump is a Dutchman. At that exact moment, Lieutenant Commander Jorge Acosta greets each detainee with a handshake and each detainee with a kiss. I finish watching the final on a black and white device at ESMA along with other officers and a group of missing persons. He is elated. “We won, we won!” the Tiger yells at…