“Have you seen my daughter?” She frantically pushed the photo into the man’s face. “I’ve lost her. She’s been gone now for over two days. Please, have you seen her?”

“I’m sorry. I not see,” the man said.

She and her husband were walking the streets of the Puerto Madero district, where the converted warehouses and high rents are among the most popular hangouts in Buenos Aires. Their vacation now a nightmare, a missing daughter was all that concerned them.

“Excuse me, sir,” he said. “Have you seen this girl? The dark-haired one on the right…she’s my daughter. We can’t find her.” He showed the man the photo. The man shook his head. Another dead end.

“How long before the local authorities show us they give a damn,” he asked his wife. “It’s been two days now. God, what are we going to do?”

They sat down briefly on a stone bench and said nothing to each other for a moment. Alone in a foreign country, a missing daughter, and a recent photo as their only lead. Such a beautiful city, they thought.