This article revisits and reconsiders an experience, in which I was confronted with an unpublished manuscript with a literary mission which told the story, in the 1960s, of men struggling with the Francoist system of oppression in the aftermath of the Spanish civil war. The narrative which I constructed from this adventure took the form of an inquiry which tried to disentangle truth and falsehood within the inescapable labyrinth which the anonymous author had created. But what could be done with a piece of writing which claimed to bear witness, if not for the first time, at least to events which were hardly known during the years of its composition? The endless dead-ends I encountered in my research led me to abandon the initial focus on the truth of this work in order to consider it in the fresh light of its “memorable” quality, through which facts were destined not to describe an historical reality but to suggest images which the reader would remember. This change of focus progressively modified the task of writing of a historical narrative which I had first set myself. I accepted to run the risk of the narrative in history.