The police station is located in the Plaza Santa Ana, in the heart of the neighborhood of the letters. When we entered we asked for Fernando’s office, we had arranged to meet him to show him the information from the cell phone, which we had on a USB. To our surprise, a policeman told us that Fernando had just left for an emergency, but he had given us permission to enter his office and make a copy of the USB data on the computer.
What we didn’t have was the password to the computer, the policeman didn’t know it either. But he told us to open the drawer of the bedside table, because that’s where he used to keep the password in case he forgot it.
On his desktop wallpaper was the following poem:
Hear, my son, the silence.
It is an undulating silence,
where valleys and echoes slip
and that inclines the foreheads
to the ground.
Federico García Lorca
The bad thing is that the password was encoded on a piece of paper, we must decode it:
4-6 2-2 5-1 7-10 3-2 9-3 6-11 8-1 2-1
To help us, he told us that we should look with a bird’s eye view, observe from the silence and remember the neighborhood we are in. And there were some examples, we discovered that each coordinate of 2 numbers is a letter:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
*The key must be written in lower case and without accent.