A Twelve Year Night -

Twelve years. 4,380 days. 105,120 hours.

And he said this: "The longest night still ends. Not because you are strong. Because you refuse to close your eyes one last time." a twelve year night

A Twelve-Year Night: Survival, Sanity, and the Human Spirit Directed by Álvaro Brechner, the 2018 film ( La noche de 12 años ) is a visceral exploration of human endurance under the weight of a brutal military dictatorship. Based on true events, the movie chronicles the harrowing twelve-year imprisonment of three members of the Tupamaros, a far-left urban guerrilla group in Uruguay, from 1973 to 1985. Twelve years

In 1973, nine Tupamaro prisoners are removed from their cells in a secret military operation. Because the military cannot legally execute them due to international pressure, they decide on a more sinister goal: "Since we can’t kill them, let’s drive them mad" And he said this: "The longest night still ends

But the second man laughed. A broken sound, like glass grinding under a boot. And then the third man cried. And then they all walked forward, shambling, thin as scarecrows, into a world that had moved on without them.

Twelve years. 4,380 days. 105,120 hours.

And he said this: "The longest night still ends. Not because you are strong. Because you refuse to close your eyes one last time."

A Twelve-Year Night: Survival, Sanity, and the Human Spirit Directed by Álvaro Brechner, the 2018 film ( La noche de 12 años ) is a visceral exploration of human endurance under the weight of a brutal military dictatorship. Based on true events, the movie chronicles the harrowing twelve-year imprisonment of three members of the Tupamaros, a far-left urban guerrilla group in Uruguay, from 1973 to 1985.

In 1973, nine Tupamaro prisoners are removed from their cells in a secret military operation. Because the military cannot legally execute them due to international pressure, they decide on a more sinister goal: "Since we can’t kill them, let’s drive them mad"

But the second man laughed. A broken sound, like glass grinding under a boot. And then the third man cried. And then they all walked forward, shambling, thin as scarecrows, into a world that had moved on without them.