The rest of page forty-four was a list of names. Indigenous names. Slave names. Names of rivers rerouted for silver mines. Each name crossed out, then underlined, then crossed again.
He described a dream: a golden condor falling from a sky made of mirrors. Each mirror showed a different colony. In one, children forgot their mother tongue. In another, a priest burned quipus while smiling. In the last mirror, the consul saw his own face—young, eager, holding a sword he had never unsheathed. Un Dolor Imperial Libro Pdf 44
“Today,” he wrote, “the pain began not in my body but in the empire itself.” The rest of page forty-four was a list of names