TELEGRAMS TO ANGEL PALMERAS: Stories from the war childhood
TELEGRAMS TO ANGEL PALMERAS: Stories from the war childhood

Summary/Abstract: The unpleasant surprise My grandfather’s home was on a slope, like an observation tower. We heard some noise, and saw a crowd at the edge of the village. A lot of people. The whole village. Not a minute passed, and the soldiers were in our yard. We all had to follow them. Hurry, hurry! We put everything into two bags and off we went. Why did we have to go? Where were we supposed to go? We didn’t know! They were taking us somewhere. And my father? —He was with us when we observed the crowd, and then he ran to hide in the stable, just in case, until the crowd fanned out. The soldiers gathered us and we went off slowly. My grandparents were with us. My father’s parents. When we were beside the stable, which was along our path, we imagined our father watching us through the small holes and cracks in the walls.

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