In search of work, Triclinio takes up the violin and migrates to Buenos Aires. There he finds political convulsions, coups, tanks and tear-gas: sounds that threaten to drown any music he might make. A chance encounter with a tottering president raises Triclinio?s hopes that once more music might be heard. But the thunderous noise of the rebels? tanks grows to a crescendo and the presidential guard is overcome. Silence descends on the country - a silence that paradoxically affects the torturers more than the tortured.