Let the silence that surrounds him judge him. He is in his late years, when all that remains for a person is self-accountability, but even if he feels remorse, he will not change anything about what happened. Leave him to his conscience, which awakens with all its weapons in the final scenes of life, carrying the hidden files of his life, to open them one by one, to review, confront, pressure, disturb, and besiege, demanding an admission of guilt, error, or negligence without anyone being able to silence him or escape from him, not even with sleeping pills or sedatives that provide temporary chemical tranquility. From time to time, a person needs to remember that he is human. But a star made of light and fire does not remember that he is like us until the light is extinguished and the fire is extinguished. And when he realizes the truth, even if it is too late, he will inevitably whisper to himself a suggestive sentence coined by Ahlam Mosteghanemi: "The past, oh past... what have you done to us, oh past?!"