O Marginal
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Last published Tue, Mar 12, 2019
Ficção e realidade. Uma mescla de criatividade com fatos e locais reais dos anos da Ditadura Militar no Brasil. Otto, um fotógrafo paulistano, convive com a incerteza do paradeiro do seu pai acusado de participação em um atentado no ano de 1968 em São Paulo. Já adulto, decide investigar o que ocorreu ao pai e, tal obsessão, desperta a preocupação de seus entes sobre sua sanidade. É levado a tratamento quando suspeita-se de que sofra de um tipo de amnésia que o impede de lembrar o que vivera naquela época. Com o passar do tempo, as respostas vêm à tona e os personagens envolvidos acabam por terem seus verdadeiros papeis revelados na história que envolve Otto e seu passado misterioso.
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