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From: | Rosalie Hatcher |
Subject: | emotional |
Date: | Thu, 7 Sep 2006 18:06:54 +0200 |
Nearlyall of them were of the poorest of the
working-class population. The Spanishauthorities had been a little premature in
announcing this. It might make a very great difference ifit were recovered. He and
Kopp saluted as they struggled past oneanother; the gesture was pathetic, somehow.
It looks like a storm, and youd better be getting home before itcomes.
The police conducted the search in the recognized
Ogpu or Gestapo style.
Another long pause, then he saidslowly:And you say
you were with him at the front.
We did not exchange a single wordthe whole
way.
Andbeware of exactly the same things when you read
any other book on this period ofthe Spanish war.
Polly got lots of spunk, an she got some style,
too.
For the first time in my life I took to
writingthings on walls. After all, it turned out that we had come away none too
soon. Dat widder woman bring her daughters upvery nice.
That afternoonmy wife and I went to see Kopp for
the last time.
At last,however, the officer emerged, flushed, but
carrying a large official envelope. Well, I suppose we shall all be shot, he said
cheerfully. Until recently there hadbeen only one class on the trains in Catalonia.
The train had a firstclass and a dining-car, the first I had seen in Spain. I want
to see you live a few years and enjoythem.
The place had been used as a dump for political
prisoners formonths past. I expect you mean furme not to drink my coffee no
more.
We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a
particularpaper edition. I saw instantly how important this might be.
There was no more to be said;it was time to part.
It was the first time in fivenights that I had been able to sleep with my clothes
off. It was a queer situation that we were in. Moreover I had had to confess that I
was in the P. I do not know if I can bring home to you how deeply that action
touched me.
Yet all this time they never searched
thebed.
It was like publicly shaking hands with a
Germanduring the Great War. Well, I guess you aint got no pills fur a bad heart,
Doctor Ed.
I saw instantly how important this might
be.
So we slippedthrough the barrier, and after just
six months I was on French soil again.
He had driven in just when the boys had come back
from the barn andwere washing up for breakfast.
Youve got five boysat home to do it for
you.
It was the first time in fivenights that I had been
able to sleep with my clothes off. But it was obviously quickerand surer to go in
person.
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