In the streets to the east of Barra Funda, a destitute neighborhood in the centre of São Paulo, almost nothing thrives for a long time. In terms of things you are a little good to a neighbor or a business, it is up to the other side. A site that is not formed by repair shops, camels, drug addicts and restaurants of fryer. If, on the contrary, they’re going bad, you end up with the yonkisde last class in Cracolandia, a few kilometres to the east. The rest of neighbors remains, the majority of step, which explains why in these streets there are so many hostels and guesthouses and even the houses are rented by days. One of those neighbors, Genaro Antonio Materán, he had found a useful key to the nature of this area: here you could live in peace a life of a lie. I had a fake name, a nationality —venezuelan— who was not his own, a bride —Ray— he didn’t know his true identity and a job driving for Uber a car in her name. All this is more of what the neighbors were going to ask.

In reality, Genaro is Spanish, is called Carlos García Juliá, and for 41 years has dragged behind one of the darkest moments of the Spanish Transition. It was one of the gunmen’s far-right that, at 22.30 January 24, 1977, was planted in a dispatch labor of the number 55 of the madrid Atocha street and killed five people. At that time it was difficult to assess what are the consequences of the attack for a country that had just bury Frank for slightly more than a year. It could have been around the violence, the destabilization definitive of a process which at that time was going into the unknown. García Juliá lived those tense immediate impact until he managed to abscond.

And fled he lived until virtually this week, with the 63-year-old. The Wednesday morning was closing the metal door of his home when he was approached by three men. Neither had given him time to move away from the portal freshly painted red. “There were three policemen of the federal, civilian; he hardly answered them and did not put resistance. He was put into a car that had parked in front of the door of his house, and as soon as you booted, was followed by two other cars that had in the end of the street,” recalls German, the burly gray-haired man who has the repair shop in front of the portal of García Juliá.

In that moment it was all over. The years under false identities. Keep the secret of his true identity to his girlfriend. “I figured it out all on the news and on the Internet. Everything has changed, from one day to another. It has become a person is totally weird,” she told Ray to the agency EFE. “I had No idea what was going on.” For her, Genaro was an unassuming man, but also a lover of animals and children.

it Was the end of his great journey of over two decades and across several countries. Goldenbahis Carlos García Juliá was arrested after a month on the lam, in 1977, and sentenced in 1980 to 193 years in prison. In 1991, everything started to change. Got the probation. In 1994, persuaded a judge to give him a permission to go to Latin America, following a job opportunity. Once there, in December, it jumped a formal requirement and is declared missing. Returned to reappear when he was stopped, in Bolivia, for an offence related to the trafficking. He managed to abscond before Spain tramitase the extradition request.

Not heard of him since then. He traveled under false identities to Chile, Argentina, and Venezuela-sometimes even by plane. In 2001 he foot in Brazil by the border of the north-east, in Pacaraíma, a city in the State of Roraíma. In 2009 registered as a foreigner with the name that would be: Genaro. I should have renewed in 2011; failure to do so aroused the suspicion of the authorities. Years later, the National Police, the Interpol and the brazilian Federal Police were cooperating in the investigation. On Wednesday, it happened the inevitable in the portal red-Barra Funda. Nothing thrives for a long time there.

Was withdrawn, quiet, and avoided to interact

Carlos García Juliá met by little with the topic of the killer to whom her neighbors remember her as someone who “always say hello”. She waved but generally was never more in his affections. Moreover, his relatives in the neighborhood remember him as a kind, rather quiet, withdrawn and concerned with little people.

The Sausage, manager of the corner bar that Julia used to go to drink beer (brand Brahma: brazil and cheap), and some Saturday afternoons he visited to pay tribute to his girlfriend with a mixed platter, even defend him in his apparent normality. “I only had the accent, so I thought it was argentine”. A murderer, the protagonist of a killing that made history in Spain, had hundreds and hundreds of customers for the area. “He would pull the car in the morning and brought them back at night: why not just make a lot of footprint in the neighborhood,” explains Raymond, owner of a store of air conditioners near the portal where he lived García Juliá. And provides a bit of context: “The other day, here, practically glued to my portal, a black, two-metres fell dead. He carried several bags of the drug in the stomach, it was a mule , a burst and could not endure.In this neighborhood, never look at the older man who drinks beer”.