Then Somebody Suggested I Should Write About

Freedom' Is The Most Expensive Possession There Is; It Has To Be Paid For With Loneliness.

People Often Say, With Pride, 'i'm Not Interested In Politics.' They Might As Well Say, 'i'm Not Interested In My Standard Of Living, My Health, My Job, My Rights, My Freedoms, My Future Or Any Future.' ... If We Mean To Keep Any Control Over Our World And Lives, We Must Be Interested In Politics.

After The Desperate Years Of Their Own War, After Six Years Of Repression Inside Spain And Six Years Of Horror In Exile, These People Remain Intact In Spirit. They Are Armed With A Transcendent Faith; They Have Never Won, And Yet They Have Never Accepted Defeat.

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

I Didn't Write. I Just Wandered About.