conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Argentina, American, Argentinean with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'My Fathers' Ghost Is Climbing in the Rain'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My Fathers' Ghost Is Climbing in the Rain
  Then it must be because he lived in the same small town where my father grew up, the town to which he periodically returned and where my sister lives, I thought the first time I read the news article. Now I also think that behind the abstruse syntax and the ridiculous police jargon—how else to describe sentences such as "but for now, at this point, that doesn't mean that we've ruled out another possibility"?—there was a symmetry, according to which I was searching for my father and my father was giving his account of a search for someone else, someone he may have known and who had disappeared.
  There is also the mystery of who was giving his account and who had taken an interest in the search, but that mystery is almost impossible for me to solve.
  The following pages were stapled together in the upper left corner; they were printouts, shoddy ones, of a short history of El Trébol that my father had corrected and annotated by hand:
  The birth of El Trébol [illegible]. There was no single act or explicit desire [crossed out]. The situation is even further complicated by the almost simultaneous design of three towns: [...] Pueblo Passo in 1889, El Trébol in 1890 and Tais in 1892. The conjunction of these three towns came about in 1894 when, by provincial decree, the Municipality was established, all under the single denomination of El Trébol, whose [illegible].
  On the 15th of January 1890 the first train left Cañada de Gómez [illegible] immigrant family members and friends with the intention of establishing themselves in those lands [illegible] of the Central Argentine Railway like the founding date of El Trébol, [crossed out] their complex interrelation [illegible] rural [illegible].
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The remaining questions at that point were who Fanny was, why my father summed up the case's legal situation and why it was my father who had to do it and not someone else, anyone else.
  The next documents in my father's file were fragments of a register I didn't recognize, in which appeared people with the last name Carizo, including Miriam, Burdisso's common-law wife to whom he'd given fifty percent of his property, which was documented here with one new detail: Burdisso's and her tax and national identification numbers. Then there was a photocopy of the document produced by the General Property Registry of the Province of Santa Fe, detailing the purchase of the house on Calle Corrientes by Alberto Burdisso and dating the purchase to November 16, 2005. Burdisso had bought the property from Nelson Carlos Girello and Olga Rosa Capitani de Girello, two elderly people. Other information was included on the bill of sale: Burdisso's birth date—February 1, 1948; his mother's last name—Rolotti; marital status—single; his national identification card number—6.309.907; and his previous address—Entre Ríos and Cortada Llobet, in El Trébol. Also the size of the property—307.20 square meters; and the amount paid—twenty-five thousand pesos in cash. The notary public who had witnessed the transaction was named Ricardo López de la Torre.
  It was as if my father had wanted to deconstruct the crime into a handful of insignificant facts, a pile of notarized documents, technical descriptions and official registries whose accumulation made him forget for a moment that they all added up to a tragic event, the disappearance and death of a man in an abandoned well, which would make him think about the symmetry between that man's death and his sister's, also tragic and about which my father was never going to know anything. This was my father's attempt to collaborate in the search for Burdisso and my attempt to search for and find my father in his last thoughts before everything that had happened happened.
  Then my father had drawn Burdisso's family tree, starting with his grandparents, including dates only for the births and deaths of Alberto and Alicia. For Alicia, the second date, the date of her death, appears as a question mark.
  A photograph showing an oval portrait of a man with a Nietzschean mustache and a bow tie beside a plaque: "Jorge Burdisso  2.19.1928 aged 72. In remembrance by his family." Another photograph: "Margarita G. de Burdisso  3.31.1933 aged 68. In remembrance by her family." A photograph of a vault, with the inscription "Burdisso Family." When I saw that photograph, I jumped, because I knew that vault: I had hidden behind it and other similar tombs, playing hide-and-seek in the cemetery with my friends when there were no adults around.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Shortly after dawn on the first Sunday of June, Gisela Córdoba, 27 years old at the time, set out for the countryside along with Brochero, 32 (her husband), Burdisso and Huck, 61 years old. They traveled in a blue Peugeot 504 to a house in ruins located roughly eight kilometers from the city center. The pretext was collecting firewood for a barbecue, something they did with some frequency.
  Under false pretenses she gradually took possession of the proceeds from the sale of Burdisso's house and car. She also took the furniture, electrical appliances and a large part of the salary he received as an employee at the Club Trebolense. [...] A week prior to his disappearance, Córdoba offered to rent the house to a man with the nickname of The Uruguayan. [...] The same day of the disappearance, Córdoba showed the house to The Uruguayan and afterward they signed a lease.
  She also believed herself to be the beneficiary of a life insurance policy Burdisso had, and therefore, after having murdered him, she asked Huck to take him out of the well and throw him somewhere where they could find him and confirm his death so that she could demand compensation. Huck did not comply with her request.
  The homicide hearing [heard by Eladio García, Judge of the Court of First Instance for the Investigation of Criminal and Correctional Affairs in San Jorge] lasted until September 2008. In the meantime, 17 people were arrested, the rest of whom were released, leaving the three accused. [...]