Years later. Sofía finds Joaquín again, now a graying exile in the office of a newspaper in Turin. It is 1859. He is writing articles supporting Il Risorgimento —the unification of Italy. He has two young sons: Matteo (idealistic, believes in Garibaldi and the Camisas Rojas ) and Carlo (pragmatic, admires Cavour and the cunning of the Realpolitik ).
She looks at the final page of her project. She was going to write a boring conclusion. Instead, she writes: “The 19th century was not a parade of dates and treaties. It was the sound of Joaquín’s hands bleeding on a loom. It was the smell of gunpowder on a Parisian barricade. It was the silence between two brothers who loved the same country differently. The world we live in today—our democracies, our labor rights, our national borders, our social conflicts—was forged in their struggle. The forgotten man in the photograph is not forgotten anymore.” Libro Historia Del Mundo Contemporaneo 1 Bachillerato
“You are both children of the same dream,” Joaquín tells them. “You just want to build the house with different doors.” Years later
Sofía feels a strange pull. She closes her eyes, and the archive melts away. He is writing articles supporting Il Risorgimento —the
The scene shifts. It is now 1848. Sofía is on the streets of Paris, not Manchester. Joaquín is older, harder. He has fled England and now fights alongside French republicans. They are building a barricade.