In Who Knows Where He Lives, published in El País on October 31, 2025, Martín Caparrós turns political bewilderment into a reflection on the impossibility of knowing ourselves as a community. The text suggests that every nation is built upon a shared fiction: an image of “us” that never matches its multiple realities. This is nothing new — Benedict Anderson pointed it out over four decades ago in Imagined Communities — but it gains new force today, in a time when national fictions can no longer sustain a common experience.
Caparrós thus revives an intuition that runs through all modern theory of the nation: the political community is not founded on a real bond, but on the shared belief of belonging to the same story. In my own experience, that tension between narrative and reality takes another form. I belong to a different generation — one marked by state violence and the civil complicity that sustained it — yet forced to live that violence without prior notice. When the coup took place, I wasn’t even a preteen; and I not only grew up under the weight of history, but violence, concealment, and hypocrisy were the daily bread of my childhood. I later understood that my social group had not only discursively legitimized the dictatorship but had also integrated the bureaucratic apparatus that made the disappearance and plundering of thousands of people possible. That awareness drove me out of the country and defined my entire life. But distance does not erase belonging: one remains from the place where one learned to be silent. Since then, my relationship with Argentina has been one of broken loyalty — a belonging torn between memory and disillusionment.
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