Poor Juan! One day they caught him with his guard down before he could even realize that what he had taken as a stroke of luck was really one of fate’s dirty tricks.
This was Juan’s sound plan when he, like many others, applied for a censor’s job—not because he had a calling or needed a job: no, he applied simply to intercept his own letter, a consoling albeit unoriginal idea.
Little by little, Juan was absorbed by his job, and he felt at peace since he was doing everything he could to get his letter for Mariana.
After work, one of them tried to organize a strike to demand higher wages for unhealthy work, but Juan didn’t join in; after thinking it over, he reported the man to his superiors and thus got promoted.
He was about to congratulate himself for having finally discovered his true mission, when his letter to Mariana reached his hands. Naturally, he censored it without regret.
And just as naturally, he couldn’t stop them from executing him the following morning, another victim of his devotion to his work.