the last book I ever read (My Fathers' Ghost is Climbing in the Rain: A Novel, excerpt thirteen)

from My Fathers' Ghost is Climbing in the Rain: A Novel by Patricio Pron:

I was born in December 1975, which means I was conceived around March of that same year, slightly less that a year after the death of Perón and just a few months after the dissolution of the organization my parents were part of. I like to ask people I meet when they were born; if they are Argentines and were born in December 1975, I think we have something in common, since all of us born in that period are the consolation prizes our parents gave themselves after failing to pull off the revolution. Their failure gave life to us, but we also gave them something: in those years, a child was a good cover, a sign of a conventional life, far from revolutionary activities; a child could be, at a checkpoint or in a raid, the difference between life and death.