You know, I've been compared to my grandpa before by my family; the Pinochetista grandpa, anyhow, and I never stopped to think about it, despite having written and thought about him enough these past few days. It's rare that a story gives me something to consider, and this one really did.
Past my own ramblings, this piece is really well made, tragic and well composed; it really transmits this seething, melancholic tone that I can't quite put into words. Quite powerful and well put. +1