I was born, forgive me, in the age of lead and bodyguards;
that's why I remember.
I remember the confusing headlines in the newspaper that was hanging around the house and the debris on the news.
I remember a deputy named
Idígoras
and the word
Yoyes
.
I remember the
explosion in the Zaragoza barracks
and some hooded men who read communications next to the image of a snake.
I remember the summer campaigns.
I remember the revolutionary tax, the kidnappings of em
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