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otherwise they’re not satisfied. On the radio they always used to do that to you. And now on the TV soaps.
    —Come on.
    —Okay, we were just where this poor girl doesn’t know whether to break into a run or not, when at this point the footsteps almost can’t be heard anymore, the high heels on the other one I mean, because the steps sound different, almost inaudible. The ones the assistant hears now sound like the tread of a cat, or something worse. And she spins around and doesn’t see the woman—how could she disappear so suddenly? But she thinks she sees some other shadow, it slips by and immediately disappears too. And what she hears now is the sound of feet trampling the bushes in the park, the sound of an animal, approaching.
    —And?
    —Tomorrow we’ll go on. Ciao, sleep tight.
    —You’ll pay for this.
    —See you in the morning.
    —Ciao.

CHAPTER 2
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    —You’re a good cook.
    —Thank you, Valentin.
    —But you’re getting me into bad habits. That could hurt me.
    —You’re crazy, live for the moment! Enjoy life a little! Are you going to spoil our dinner thinking about what’s going to happen tomorrow?
    —I don’t believe in that business of living for the moment, Molina, nobody lives for the moment. That’s Garden of Eden stuff.
    —You believe in Heaven and Hell?
    —Wait a minute, Molina, if we’re going to discuss things let’s have some ground rules, because if we don’t stick to the point it’s just kid stuff, strictly sophomoric.
    —I’m sticking to the point.
    —Great, then let me state my position first, so you’ll have some idea of it.
    —I’m listening.
    —There’s no way I can live for the moment, because my life is dedicated to political struggle, or, you know, political action, let’s call it. Follow me? I can put up with everything in here, which is quite a lot . . . but it’s nothing if you think about torture . . . because you have no idea what that’s like . . .
    —But I can imagine.
    —No, you can’t imagine . . . Anyway, I put up with all of it . . . because there’s a purpose behind it. Social revolution, that’s what’s important, and gratifying the senses is only secondary. While the struggle goes on, and it’ll probably go on for the rest of my life, it’s not right for me to cultivate any kind of sensual gratification, do you get my point? because, really, that takes second place for me. The great pleasure’s something else, it’s knowing I’ve put myself in the service of what’s truly noble, I mean . . . well . . . a certain ideology . . .
    —What do you mean, a certain ideology?
    —My ideals . . . Marxism, if you want me to spell it out in only one word. And I can get that pleasure anywhere, right here in this cell, and even in torture. And that’s my real strength.
    —And your girl?
    —That’s also secondary. I’m secondary to her, too, because she also knows what’s most important.
    —You taught her that?
    —No, I think the two of us actually discovered it together. Make any sense, what I just explained to you?
    —Mmm-hmm . . .
    —You don’t sound too convinced, Molina.
    —No, don’t pay any attention to me. And now I think I’ll just get some sleep.
    —You’ve got to be kidding! And the panther woman? You left me hanging in suspense last night.
    —Tomorrow, okay?
    —Come on, what’s up?
    —Nothing . . .
    —Say something . . .
    —No, I’m being silly, that’s all.
    —Give me some idea, at least.
    —Look, it’s just the way I am, I’m easily hurt by some things. And I cooked you this dinner, with my own provisions, and worst of all, mad as I am about avocados I gave you half, when I could just as easily have had the other half for myself tomorrow. And for what? . . . For you to throw it right back in my face about how I’m teaching you bad habits.
    —But don’t act like that, you’re oversensitive . . .
    —So what am I supposed to do about it? That’s how I am,