
The moment Maribel Villaplana picked up her car Parking: 19.47 hours. It confirms something known: that Villaplana lied several times about the chronology of the hours since Mazzone dropped down to eat. It reveals a terrible narrative: that he is concerned with the time that President Mazzone wasted – no one knows where he was between 18.57 and 19.34 – he has to deal more with what is happening than with what is not there, when incomparability is judged. It unleashes a reaction of shock and excitement, as if the number of 229 dead was not sensational in itself. In the end, he goes on to deposit Villaplana with the owners, from which he can also decide that he was a victim but was a witness to the incompetence, immorality and passivity of a politician who warned against the crucial hours and gave priority to his free time. Being a bystander to negligence does not make a person guilty. Mazzone can catch the mouse in a trap, sleep in the bathroom or backed into the car from the next Villaplana Rollers While Villaplana was working inside, she said, she was there. Where Mazzone was not working. However, where Villaplana was, it was the same: she didn’t have to go to Secubi. The relevant question is not why Villaplana lied, but rather why his lie was more weighty than the decisions that ended up costing human lives. For nerves, for Verguenza, for the protection of the Mazon, for any sea: if the Hopis had told the truth from the beginning, nothing would have been saved. What happens to Villaplana reveals a familial patron: power protects itself by moving its interests toward a smaller but recognizable figure. For some reason, it is necessary to know where Maribel Villaplana is and what is with Maribel Villaplana, and only Maribel Villaplana, from the time she left the restaurant until she got out of the car. Parking? If they are together in this period of time, where do the intimacy of Mazzone, the absent president in the middle of the dance, the sympathy of Villaplana, and then the unknown citizen end?