p.150

Dolores回忆那一夜大家在Luisa家的party上被捕一事。
As she recalls the image of the Commissioner standing with his hand outstretched, the girl thinks that that night was the beginning of the end for everyone: for Luisa, for the wretch she'd kept in her bed to cover her tracks, for Enrique, for Juan. Even for Néctor and Flanquita, for what had they gained from saving their skins in order to bring up their son in this dump of a country? Even for Irene. Hadn't she once said in a letter that it was that night that opened her eyes politically,m that made her start establishing contact with leftwing groups, which in turn had given her son the idea of going to Chile? And it was because he was in Chile, because he'd found the new, liberated utopia of his dreams, that his mother was now waiting in agony for news and he was probably dead like so many others, with no means identification, no way of knowing how or where.