Ispansi!

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SPANIARDS!

In November 1941,

I was just another Spanish refugee

in the Soviet Union.

The Germans had been invading

relentlessly since June.

Although autumn and the first snows

had stabilized the fronts

the most important cities

in Central and Western Russia

had either been evacuated, occupied

or were under siege.

Among the millions who

had abandoned their cities

were 3,OOO Spanish children

who had arrived

during the Spanish Civil War

between 1937 and 38.

After a few good years

they were now trapped in a war even

worse than the one they had left behind

Trains filled with refugees

waited for weeks in railways sidings

to leave the main tracks open

for convoys

of fresh Siberian troops

to stop the German attack.

Their planes were

the absolute rulers of the air

and just like in Spain,

they fired

at the civilian population at will.

- Get in.

- But...

Javier, get in the car right now.

I first met Paula at a station

about 125 miles south of Moscow.

She was fleeing to Stalingrad

with a group of Spaniards

who had fallen behind.

- Antonia!

- Girls!

Almudena!

This man has saved us.

They did a good job

on you in Leningrad.

The scar has been torn off

but it will be fine.

- Thanks

- Not at all.

Where are you going, comrade?

Wherever they'll let me stay.

I was going to go to Astrakhan

to cure my wound.

But I've been in Tula for 15 days

without any transport.

With the evacuation of the city

I suppose it'll be much more difficult.

Come with us, then.

We are taking these

Spanish children to Stalingrad.

We'll sit out the war there

until we win and can return.

We've also been going

to and fro for days.

Luckily we always find

a train to take us somewhere.

Even when we have to share it

with machinery or cattle.

Come along.

At least you won't be alone.

Are you all Spaniards?

Yes, from everywhere.

Basque Country, Madrid,

Catalonia, Andalusia, Galicia.

I'm Piedad, from Almendralejo

in Badajoz, Extremadura.

Married too.

Why don't you tell him everything?

But the doctor is Russian, right?

Yes, a gift from the Soviet government

to take care of the children.

He's crippled and can't go to the front.

He's pretty dull.

Shut up! He'll hear you.

Poor guy, he's crazy about her.

Is your husband here?

No, he's in Mexico.

To his health!

They were going

to meet in France.

But it never happened.

And you,

are you married?

The truth is that between politics

and the war I haven't had much time

and now with this face

I'll be out of luck.

Well, that beard suits you nicely.

It covers up the scar.

Thanks.

If the rest is just as nice...

Piedad, please...

Well, comrade, are you coming?

No. I would feel like an intruder.

We are all intruders here.

We hardly know each other.

Our train is like a sweeper

picking up all the stragglers.

I live in Kiev.

I was visiting Minsk when they invaded.

I couldn't return to the Ukraine

and fled east.

I am a teacher in House 9 in Leningrad.

I was in Odessa for a few days

and when I tried to return

it was impossible.

You are a political commissioner,

aren't you?

Yes, I was in Spain.

But how do you know that?

Just what we need.

Someone to sort this mess out.

The engine has just arrived.

Everybody, get ready.

I'll tell the children, quickly.

I'll be right there.

This is Ludmilla.

She's Russian. She's Angels wife.

I know what you're thinking.

Some have all the luck, right?

OK.

We say farewell here.

Thanks for saving the girls.

Not at all.

This is Treblin.

He was a brigadier in our civil war,

where he learned a bit of Spanish.

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