He could have chosen Mértola, or he could have chosen to talk about his new history of Al-Andaluz. I had so much to talk about his work! But he didn’t. Claúdio Torres chose his connection to the Aljube where, in a young age, he went to visit his arrested father.
But, contrary to what one might expect, he ignored the victim’s speech and forgot his swollen feet and shoes that burst with the weight of being a “statue”.
He didn’t want to know that: he thought of how he had become strong to resist. He said that he even dictated rules, even serving as a “statue” to “work” the 60 PIDE agents he met there.