Sandoval answered the phone, he said that it was a blood bank once, the second time it was the tactical innovation headquarters, and the third time it was a sperm bank. Sandoval drinks every day. Sandoval thinks this is the worst time. Sandoval thinks that in such an age working in the court, apart from drinking, besides praising the new female boss as an angel, what else can he do.
This is the worst time. Liliana's husband supported revenge. What Esposito supports is salvation. For Sandoval, whoever goes on stage and who steps down is their business, and only the things in the cup in their hands can relieve their worries.
I have seen many murder scenes, and there are times when Esposido can hold his breath: The body of the female teacher Liliana in front of me is like a beautiful oil painting, but it is abruptly filled with paint.
That morning, the sunlight came in from the side of the half-open door. Liliana's almost transparent body could still be seen with fine hairs, and large masses of blood condensed on the forehead, mouth, and chest. At that moment, Esposido felt that only the room where Liliana was left in Buenos Aires, and that there was only him standing in Argentina, and Liliana's corpse on his back. The background situation of Liliana introduced by the police officer beside him seemed to come from a distant void. In the dim photos hanging on the wall, everyone around Liliana was blurred by a cloud of water vapor, and the rest were Liliana's cheeks: stretched, solemn, thoughtful, and empty.
Esposito's life's love ended in that morning. Many years later he told Liliana’s husband Morales that I was married later, but it didn’t work, it wouldn’t last (how long)... (you know) it’s complicated. Morales responded, very complicated. Then turn around and continue to make coffee.
He spent the rest of his life looking for someone in the album who stared at Liliana like a knife. This kind of gaze was not on Liliana, but on Esposido's heart.
Looking for the suspect, catching the suspect, the suspect forced Esposido into exile because of his collusion with the military government. The floral dress of the female boss on the platform is getting farther and farther away, becoming invisible. Esposito recalled the suspect back then. What was left was his hooked nose, knife-like eyes, and the huge genitals when he took off his pants.
When these separate intentions are combined with Gomez's rickety back in the iron prison, a huge sense of absurdity and unreality emerges spontaneously. Whose life is this? The dispute between Esposido and Liliana’s husband half an hour ago was interpreted by Gomez’s nearly degraded voice: Tell him, at least talk to me...
On the day when Esposido’s life’s love ended, he I fell in love with Liliana at the first moment. Years later, the author Amos Oz, whom he had never heard of, described the state, “It was not seen by the eyes, but by the pores of the whole body.” In the
blink of an eye, it turned into bitter regret.
Gomez was caught not for justice, not for revenge. A blooming Cyborg flower died in an instant, and Esposido believed that he had an unspeakable responsibility. If in the interrogation that year, there was no female boss mocking Gomez, if there was no female boss nearby, Esposido wanted to ask Gomez why.
Sandoval can't control so much why. I don't love her, so I can molest. I don't love her, so I won't go home. I don’t love this country. This country is just like a mattress. The hard one can sleep, and the soft one can lie down. Without a mattress, the sofa can be just as it is. Only the idiots in the tavern don't understand, who can be on stage. Sandoval just exchanged his salary for wine month after month. Before the shuttle bullet entered his body in the night, he silently covered the picture of Esposido, because in addition to buying wine for himself, the man had a sincerity that was not commensurate with his appearance and age.
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