Three years had passed since the strange events in Atlanta took place, where a conservative senator had died in bizarre circumstances. During these three years the inspector Rafael Haro -of cuban descent- had been the man chosen by the CIA to clarify the events that took place in Atlanta. He had a single clue: Spain. And a phrase written in senator Joe Hamilton's mansion: "The Sleeping Voice, the Lord has sent me".
He was about to give up until he recieved a call:
-Good afternoon, inspector!! We have a kid with Down syndrome in the psychiatrist's office in the Hospital Ramón y Cajal in Madrid. He made a huge mess in Toledo- He says he's the Sleeping Voice... and he told him what happened with great detail...
-OK, Miralles, I'll see you in the hospital in ten minutes. I don't want any journalists! Take care of it.
The psychiatrist's office of the Hospital Ramón y Cajal was a dantesque place. It was like a human workshop in which bodies were parked while minds were medicated and dozed. Derisive faces, lifeless eyes, screams and horrifying howls. The doctor García Pedraza, chief of psychiatry, told him everything about the weird case of Nacho, some sixteen year old kid with the Down syndrome and who, since that same morning was in trance, predicting the exact hour in which the Pope would die...
-And how is that unusual? -asked the inspector-. Everybody knows that the Pope is about to die, in fact death has been pulling on his sleeve for a very long time now.
-Inspector, what is unusual is that every time he goes into trance all the characteristics of his illness disappear. Every typical symptoms of the Down syndrome fade away. and he keeps coherent conversations!!
When Rafael Haro entered the room, what he saw caused such an impact on him that he had to hold on to a chair. Nacho was laying down staring firmly at him, he was tied up by leashes and connected to a wide variety of machines. His face started to lift and a bright light slowly began emanating from him.
-I was expecting you, Mr. Haro -said a high-pitched and sexless voice-. We have a lot to talk about, sit down, there's no time left to waste.
-Who or what are you? -asked Rafael Haro while he turned on his recorder...-
Nacho closed his eyes, sighed, and started telling his story...
Story:
Three years had passed since the strange events in Atlanta took place, where a conservative senator had died in bizarre circumstances. During these three years the inspector Rafael Haro -of cuban descent- had been the man chosen by the CIA to clarify the events that took place in Atlanta. He had a single clue: Spain. And a phrase written in senator Joe Hamilton's mansion: "The Sleeping Voice, the Lord has sent me". He was about to give up until he recieved a call: -Good afternoon, inspector!! We have a kid with Down syndrome in the psychiatrist's office in the Hospital Ramón y Cajal in Madrid. He made a huge mess in Toledo- He says he's the Sleeping Voice... and he told him what happened with great detail... -OK, Miralles, I'll see you in the hospital in ten minutes. I don't want any journalists! Take care of it. The psychiatrist's office of the Hospital Ramón y Cajal was a dantesque place. It was like a human workshop in which bodies were parked while minds were medicated and dozed. Derisive faces, lifeless eyes, screams and horrifying howls. The doctor García Pedraza, chief of psychiatry, told him everything about the weird case of Nacho, some sixteen year old kid with the Down syndrome and who, since that same morning was in trance, predicting the exact hour in which the Pope would die... -And how is that unusual? -asked the inspector-. Everybody knows that the Pope is about to die, in fact death has been pulling on his sleeve for a very long time now. -Inspector, what is unusual is that every time he goes into trance all the characteristics of his illness disappear. Every typical symptoms of the Down syndrome fade away. and he keeps coherent conversations!! When Rafael Haro entered the room, what he saw caused such an impact on him that he had to hold on to a chair. Nacho was laying down staring firmly at him, he was tied up by leashes and connected to a wide variety of machines. His face started to lift and a bright light slowly began emanating from him. -I was expecting you, Mr. Haro -said a high-pitched and sexless voice-. We have a lot to talk about, sit down, there's no time left to waste. -Who or what are you? -asked Rafael Haro while he turned on his recorder...- Nacho closed his eyes, sighed, and started telling his story...