What is the space of the disappeared? Not the space of the other dead, but the space of the simply disappeared, of those who one day left and never returned, of those who departed in the maelstrom of an indefinite time toward an imprecise place and left us without knowing their destination, their point of arrival, the space of those about whom no one gives us any information anymore, the space of those of whom we only know that they left, that they departed, that they are not here. How do we locate this interrupted memory, this gap between reality and our knowledge, this inconsistency of life that has neither the consolation of an afterlife nor a limbo in which we can place our obstinate despair?