Ricardo Lugo

Entonces no era un paraíso, era un sistema que funcionaba, pero con muchas grietas que eventualmente pues explotaron.

But I do think he saw his civilization as a version that was going in the right direction.

And seeing that arrow go in the opposite direction was quite painful for him.

And as you can see, I skipped years that came after he wrote this story, but all those things are already in his mind.

And I think that's what he writes this story about.

Showing how civilization erupts in everyday life, in coffee, in mail, in the office, in suspicion.

And to do so, he creates Jacob Mendes, this man who lived during the First World War, a man who knows all the books, all the catalogs, all the editions.

He lives in a kind of labyrinth, almost Borgian, completely disconnected from the real world.

He doesn't have a political identity, he doesn't have a nation identity, he doesn't have a society identity, not even in other people.

His identity is in the books.

And that same purity is his vulnerability, because the real world is the opposite.

La burocracia de los gobiernos de la época van a preguntarte.

Documentos, nacionalidad, ciudadanía, política.

Mendel no va a saber responder.

Él nunca se preocupó por esas cosas, se preocupó por los libros.

Y ahí está la tragedia.

Así que en este cuento, que es corto, entraremos en la mente de alguien que muchos de nosotros somos.

Si te gusta esconderte, esconderte no es la palabra.

Si te gusta refugiarte en los libros,

Bueno, ese refugio es temporal.