War Nightmares

<p>What you are about to read is what I remember from my childhood set against the backcloth of the Spanish Civil War. I was slightly over seven years old at the time. I would have preferred to set my childhood on a pallet of beautiful colors but as a mere mortal I could not choose where to be then. Destiny did that for me.</p><p>This book is neither political nor religious. I am neither. It is simply a recollection of things I saw heard and felt. It may sound paradoxical but because of this my feelings have always been numb. Whether this is due to my psychological makeup or to the fact that I went through adversity at a very young age I know not. I accept life as it is the everyday merry-go-round of sweetness and bitterness. Circumstances taught me to expect the unexpected and forged the need for survival at all costs. Although in my darker moments I wondered if that need should even be considered. The events I relate happened mainly in Madrid where I was born where my brothers and sisters were born and where my parents worked hard for a more rewarding life. Madrid where during three years of agony and hope the revolution changed my life forever.</p>