During the last military dictatorship, the secondary school sank into a fog of silences and complicities; and in that fog, the collective dream of many students was also lost. 1978, the perfect reminder of high school is the gymnastics playground and the Physical Education teacher. The Green Team was formed with those of us who didn't make the normal teams: Cristina, Elvira and myself. We were the first litter of young people without collective projects that followed the genocide, the design teens that the military longed for. Do we belong to a generation? Or did we just come later?