The front windows are broken in two places, signs of the March 8 demonstration against Arcos. We spoke downstairs in a room almost bare. A florescent light dangled from a red cord. The Arcoses, with apparently little that's worth any money, seem to have a great storehouse of dignity and decency, courage and conscience. The bedroom walls contain a rosary, a crucifix, pictures of Jesus and Pope Pius XII and five faded Modigliani prints.
Undergarments hang on a clothesline on the terrace.
It is hard to see, in these surroundings and these circumstances, why a man like Arcos can be optimistic. But he seems genuinely so. The regime does not value the dissidents and the people in exile. You would have to be a prophet to know when. The people wear masks, but I can see behind them.