Veterans from the Spanish Civil War would come to our school. We sang “Grenada” with them: “I left my home, I went to fight, / To win Grenada for the peasants…” I had a photo of Dolores Ibárruri*11 hanging over my desk. Yes…we dreamed of Grenada…and then of Cuba…Some decades later, a new generation of boys spoke in those same fervent tones, only now it was about Afghanistan.
