The past can be so cruel as to be infatuated with returning when one begins to be happy. That is what happens to the Lascan Dog. Just when his retirement from the police practice favors the calm of a love that is always badly healed and therefore pending with Eva, the past is presented there, with the aseptic gesture of the postman who leaves a fine in your hands and asks you for an acknowledgment of receipt.
It is true that, on the part of the Dog, there is always a predisposition to remove pending cases among the garbage, even if the case ends up being that of his own life. When those days he heard the testimony of a dying criminal who claims to know how his parents were killed, his vocation for the truth, impregnated in this case with a hatred cultivated from his desolate childhood, returns with uncontrollable force.
The Dog moves from the past to the present, from Argentina to Spain, the thread of his truth, of his most momentous case, is a fine thread of blood shed so many years ago that his trail is confused with any other trail of his own blood, seething with vengeance and rage. His dark awakened feelings transform him into that other man unable to see his reality, unable to be happy with Eva, unable to close his eyes and stop thinking ...
The truth does not always set us free. That is what the Lascan Dog may come to understand. Sometimes you can be chained to that past with acknowledgment of receipt, a past that in its final truth disrupts everything that made it as it is, what it erected over its miseries, what covered overlooked details thanks to fiction, perhaps omitted by the deaf conscience that never before wanted to face that truth, finally stripped naked in the light of the stories, the testimonies and the evidences.
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