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In August 1984 Andrés Valenzuela Morales, an Air Force conscript turned intelligence agent in Pinochet's repression apparatus, went to the offices of the opposition magazine Cauce and told journalist Mónica González "Yo torturé." He described detention, torture and disappearances from the inside and named victims and fellow agents, then fled Chile into exile.
The book borrows the TV series to name a dimension that runs parallel to ordinary life under dictatorship, where people are abducted, tortured and disappeared while the visible city carries on. People who crossed into it, victims and agents alike, drop out of public reality. A confession from someone who worked inside it is a rare breach between the two worlds.
Where the documents run out, the narrator imagines scenes and states plainly that she is imagining them. She never passes off invention as record. Marking the seam between evidence and conjecture lets fiction reach absences such as the thoughts of a perpetrator or the last hours of the disappeared without falsifying the archive, and it exposes how much of that history remains unknowable.
The torturer at the center is not a monster by temperament. He is a young conscript absorbed step by step into a bureaucratic machine through orders, routine, fear and complicity, until he cannot leave without being killed. Seeing him this way does not excuse him. It moves responsibility onto the system that manufactures such agents and onto the society that looked away.