Chapter 42Barcelona, Spain - July 1936 - The Spanish Civil WarAs the shells whistle past above me, I wait my turn. It is only a matter of time.
I watch as the churches of Barcelona explode, one after another. Artillery shells strike them with perfect precision, turning their grand steeples and stained glass windows into powder. Even the ones that were burned twenty-seven years ago in the Tragic Week and rebuilt—even they are brought down.
It is time to finish the job. It is Civil War, when yesterday's nightmare is reborn.
This time, I have no doubt that I will fall. How can they possibly raze so many lesser churches without striking me down?
But am I afraid? Do I cower as my end approaches?
I do not.
My only regret is that it did not happen sooner. Ten years ago would have bee
