The ultimate cause of all fear is death. The fact of knowing that we are mortal, expendable, out of date leads us through reason and consciousness to all the fears that we may harbor or develop. And with that Javier Beristain plays in a metaphor of the death of all, concentrated in a buried corpse without a name. The final judgment does not always hand final sentences ...
How ominous can there be in a human being ignominiously buried without a tombstone to mark his name toward that false marble eternity? What secrets could they have wanted to hide under the earth of a lonely grave?
A character who seems to have wanted to erase from the popular imagination. Buried, perhaps, seeking God's protection, to keep his infamous memory and evil influence only safe from worms and decay.
The passage of time seems to erase all the traces of the nameless corpse. But behind the scenes, many know, they still remember ...
There was violence, there was madness and absolute surrender to evil. The problem is that now Julián wants to know, he wants to be able to discern the reasons for such abandonment into oblivion. 50 years is a long time, but the past can always be removed. Once the memories are resurrected in the present, when the earth under which the common consciousness hid is removed, new monsters can always awaken.
What happens then may not make up for it. It is more than likely that the truth should always have remained buried in that underworld that may or may not exist a few meters underground. But there is something of irresistible magnetism in all truth, and as Julian approaches it, he is forced to move on, whatever happens.
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