"In January 1974 I left by train and partly to finger on a trip that would take me almost eleven years of searching for the territories of the counterculture that spread from and to the American west coast."

With these words Osvaldo Baigorria starts an exercise of memory that, fired by the photographic catches of an old Pentax and another even older Leica, trace the personal map of an era to which again and again we feel the impulse to return , as looking for the reasons why it was not what could have been. California, San Francisco, The coasts, routes, deserts and forests that during the outbreak of the "Summer of Love" had worked as an imaginary geography and flight limit to where the escape of the young American dream deserters would compose in the decade of the It seventies the scene of a silent cultural and civilizing battle. Getting there in those years was to face a promise that began to go back to the slow catch of the psychedelic revolution by the advent of cognitive capitalism and its nascent digital utopias. Also to the coexistence of Hippies, Yippies, poets, black panthers and comuneros with religious fanatics, junkies, prophets of Silicon Valley and traffickers of all kinds.

These postcards are the testimony of an experience of the "outside". Another time images that interrogate our present and thread the rhythm of a truncated story, that of a young man who leaves behind a buenos police and suffocating to be witness to the refill of a move that left the urban environment to spill towards his margins . In it, the memory of roadmates, temporary work, shrill turntables and underground publications are intensive. Also the indelible experience of Tabula Rasa and learn to live in community from scratch, in the depths of the Canadian Forest that at the same time was ecosystem, hiding and Laboratory of Life.