What a strange tale. As I read I became more and more fascinated by the way lies and truth became so entangled. Wonderful stuff.
Many years ago when I discovered Julio's lie, I was afraid and saddened at the same time. I didn't feel anger or resentment, just the immense sadness that illusions leave behind when they evaporate. I was sad for him, sad about what that grotesque fiction implied, sad about the enormous effort it must have cost him to maintain his deception. And I was afraid for myself, for all of us, afraid to look in the mirror and find that my life was as unreal as Julio's tales.