I Followed The War Wherever I Could

I Didn't Write. I Just Wandered About.

All Politicians Are Bores And Liars And Fakes. I Talk To People.

Thousand Got Away To Other Countries; Thousands Returned To Spain Tempted By False Promises Of Kindness. By The Tens Of Thousands, These Spaniards Died Of Neglect In The Concentration Camps.

People May Correctly Remember The Events Of Twenty Years Ago (a Remarkable Feat), But Who Remembers His Fears, His Disgusts, His Tone Of Voice? It Is Like Trying To Bring Back The Weather Of That Time.

I Used To Write Letters To The Wounded In The Palace Hotel, And I Used To Drive A Station Wagon With Blood In Bottles To A Battalion Aid Station.