A los pocos minutos llegó la electricidad y por las ventanas de las casas se colaba un aire desamparado y una sensación siniestra e inexplicable. Entonces los habitantes de aquel país comenzaron a vagar en una dolorosa procesión de almas asustadas y calladas. Aunque los bombillos proyectaban luces amarillas sobre el asfalto y las casas, la oscuridad era un puñal que había desgarrado el vientre de aquel pueblo y la llevaban tatuada en el rostro.

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The whole town was used to those unexpected blackouts. They just had to take the necessary precautions and have on hand whatever was needed: candles, matches, ice packs and, if possible, an electric generator, a portable fan and some batteries. But this blackout would be different. The people knew it was different because the government was anxious to retaliate against the people who supposedly, according to them, had betrayed it.
So when there was the blackout, there was silence. Everyone was in their homes, locked up, without making noise, waiting; they knew that the night was the time the government used to act, that's why they were afraid, that's why they needed to hide. Not an hour had passed since the arrival of darkness, when they heard that armored trucks began to pass through the roads.
Uniformed with their weapons, they descended from the trucks and began to invade the houses. The sound of breaking doors and the screaming of people began to spread everywhere. In the midst of the confusion, the dogs also barked and howled at the sky seeking to awaken the gods. The faces of anguish, and anger, of the adults contrasted with the look of disbelief and innocence of the children. The uniformed men, with their faces covered as if they feared to be recognized, seized everyone they met who resisted:
Please take me,” begged the mother, crying at the sight of her young son in handcuffs. But the uniformed men were pleased to do just the opposite and took the young man, thin, haggard and weak, as if he were a very dangerous criminal.
And so they did in every house: they entered, smashed, searched and took away the youngest, although the adults offered themselves as convicts. The abrupt invasion of the uniformed men was only a sign of the wickedness and the malice of the government:
If they don't stay still, it will be worse for them, they threatened the people who fell helplessly to their knees.

Those were hours of anguish, tears and anger. In five hours they had entered every house and made everyone feel what it was like to live in hell. With darkness on their side, they turned on the trucks full of prisoners and left.
A few minutes later the electricity came on and through the windows of the houses there was an air of helplessness and a sinister and inexplicable sensation. The inhabitants of that country began to wander in a painful procession of frightened and silent souls. Although the light bulbs projected yellow lights on the asphalt and the houses, the darkness was a dagger that had torn the belly of that town.