Her name is Margarita Rodriguez de Allianelli, but she prefers “Daisy.” She is dissatisfied, at odds with her middle class life, with her Peronist husband, with her work as a housewife. So, she writes. She writes letters. Letters to someone who she feels is closer to her both in terms of sensitivity and in terms of the status she deeply desires: a well-known television journalist specialized in politics. Immersed in a world she does not know, Daisy is playing with fire and, without realizing it, finds herself sunk in a conflict that she neither expected nor wanted: at last Argentine history runs her down, ferociously.