Every day I file my report on the political-pervert criminals to whom justice has deservedly been administered. But the most alarming thing about this situation, I write at the end of one day’s report, is that the number of depraved whispering criminals does not decrease with our persecution, it appears to grow. At the very end of my report, under the seal on top of my signature, I allow myself to make a non-general comment: My mother, I report to the High Secretary, has not yet been found.
Arenas, Reinaldo. The Assault. New York: Penguin Books, 1995.