The most inauthentic Sanchez is always the most authentic. Or vice versa, the most honest Sanchez is always the most lying. That’s why those interviews with warm and remorseful expressions, with an intimate, affected tone, a low look, and the eyes of a slaughtered lamb, are delicious. … And she never seemed to break a plate. They sound like late-night radio talk shows, where the only thing missing is Jesús Quintero making him uncomfortable with awkward silences or those out-of-context questions like the one he asked Antonio Gala one night — “Have you met a man?” – When he was talking about the literary dream. In appearances like yesterday before Gemma Nerja, President Mario Conde remembers from his best days; A very imposing charlatan of an important man overwhelmed by his responsibility but proud of his moral standing. The same great way to appear humble under a high-ranking figure in a guarded position.
You have to get them ready to present Abalos as a “great unknown,” someone capable of earning his trust and betraying it with the twisted coldness with which one stabs a friend. He said it with a sad voice, a tortured expression, and a crushed face, as if he was truly sorry that he had not noticed the false human condition of the man who had traveled forty thousand kilometers with him and sat next to him for three years in the Cabinet. How did he know that his right hand did not match the moral superiority of his left? Who would have told him that the most loyal praetorian, the disciplined executor of the most delicate and secret tasks, lived such a dissolute and dishonest parallel life. How do we now bear the inconvenience of being the target of threats and blackmail by the respected person who was always considered the most loyal collaborator and the most committed militant?
They almost made you want to hug him, to feel sorry for his suffering. What is misunderstood is the suffering of the political leader forced to suffer in silence the intransigence of his opponents, the ingratitude or betrayal of his colleagues, the unity of power, the lack of understanding of the citizenry, and the crushing weight of government. So much dedication and so much effort that they end up trapped in a bubble of isolation, surrounded by conspiracies and mistrust, as scapegoats for people’s anger. He is the real unknown, condemned to the slavery of his position to project an image of strength to the people to hide the disappointments caused by his commitment to devotion. Thank God that from time to time he can show himself as he is and as he feels in an honest conversation. This is the kind of dialogue in which you leave some traces of your self-image explained. Peter, in his hidden being, appeared without makeup, without masks, and without deception.