Before El Eternauta became enveloped in Netflix hype, there was a comic. One drawn in ink and paper, published in installments in a magazine, with the smell of old print and burning reality. But, above all, with a powerful story that chills the skin like the deadly snow that runs through it.
It happened in another time. In a parallel world. Or in this one. But it was real. And it all happened in Buenos Aires. This comic turned our city into a battlefield, covered by a ruthless snowfall no one saw coming. It did so with an unsettling sensitivity: streets, corners, buses, houses, neighborhoods we still walk through today. Buenos Aires was the chosen one. Not New York. Not Paris. Finally, a global story was born from the South.
At the height of the Cold War, with the world obsessed with alien invasions and nuclear bombs, Héctor Germán Oesterheld wrote about what he knew best: humanity. A story where the snow is not necessarily white. Where the hero doesn't wear a cape, but an improvised suit. Where Buenos Aires becomes the center. Where science fiction is politics, and memory, urgent.
The city portrayed by Francisco Solano López is not invented: it is recognizable, it is ours. The story doesn’t begin in a secret refuge, but in Vicente López, in an ordinary house, where friends are playing a game of truco. The epic starts from the everyday.
El Eternauta is not just a comic. It is a warning. It is a wound. It is also a promise. And now, a series. It is a symbol of struggle, of living memory, and of a resistance that persists. And if you haven’t read it yet and want to catch up before its Netflix release on April 30, this could be the best starting point.