The dummy king and sneaker Adolfo Suárez
Dictator Franco, wretched paranoid fascist of criminal ideas, filthy and ugly that oppressed the humble mass that could not protest under the threat of being crushed, left as successor a Borbón, the dummy king Juan Carlos de Borbón y Borbón, father of the actual Borbón, twee Felipe de Borbón y Grecia; well then, when Franco died the dummy king was named and they had given to him the names of three candidates and he had to choose a president of the government among the three. He chose Adolfo Suárez, former chief of the Movimiento with Franco, sneaker who did a career as that and occupied other positions during the dictatorship (the pure shit, the big nasty trick). Adolfo Suárez was interviewed on television, of course, because of his appointment’s sake, and between other affairs supposedly more important, they asked him if he was a smoker. He said he was. Which brand? they asked him. Ducados, he responded.
Some days after this I went to a party at Jesús and Pepe’s house, Martín brothers, at Espíritu Santo Street. We were many the invited. I came out to the balcony with someone and we saw how the secret policemen were busy beside the doorway. We warned everybody. Some tried to escape. Then, between the loud crashes appeared the secret policemen in the flat pointing at us with their guns and shouting so that no one moved. After this the ones who had come down and up the stairs were coming in back to the flat accompanied by more secret policemen. They grouped us in the big room. They manacled us two in two. Jesús Martín and I made a couple. Two policemen we had in front, one of them pointing at us with his gun. I got nervous. I saw a packet of Ducados on the table at hand. I had my right hand free and I took a cigarette. Throw it away, said the policeman pointing at us. I took the lighter on the table and lit up the cigarette. Come on, throw it away! he said. I had two puffs. If Adolfo Suárez can have them, I can too, I said. Throw it away I said!, he said pointing at me while I had another two puffs. Another policeman told me to do as his companion was saying, and however the case was he was pointing up at me, I threw the Ducados up to him with my index and my thumb and the lighted extreme of the cigarette collided against the left eye of the policeman with the gun. How my mate will deal with you in the police station!, said the other one. The one with the gun had made a head’s abrupt movement, impacted. I believe we were twenty-seven people arrested.
I knew Manuel Ordaz Bruzo already. Moreover, he went to see me at the Courts because I wanted him better than my parents to get to know I had been arrested. I was very confident in Manuel. When I needed it he paid me a room in a family’s house in the area of Noviciado and always we met I know it was enriching to both. Manuel was doctor in Law, History professor, antiquarian and paintings expert. Not a bit pedantic. It is no surprise everybody should be interested and at ease listening to him speaking. Manuel lived by then in Almagro Street. I left the room and went to live at Manuel’s house, for we had come to an agreement by which he would take charge of the expenses my English studies would originate in England. Adolfo Suárez went on being president when from Almagro Street Manuel moved to Jorge Juan’s. He had bought the 1.500 square meters flat whose proprietor was Antonio Guerrero Burgos, president founder of Siglo XXI Club, and had divided it in two, being the half buyers the sister of the dummy king Borbón and her family.
Staying yet at Almagro Street I knew some female and male Manuel’s friends. The first day I saw Carlos Zurita, brother-in-law to the dummy king, he came with whom he had a liaison by then, Joaquín Luca de Tena, of the ABC newspaper family. I also met up Mona Jiménez, known member of a social gathering, who served lentils everyday at her place to politicians and journalists, and she did this for a long time, who founded for me a job in a bingo where I even trained. And among others I was introduced to was someone surnamed Álvarez, who was Protocol Chief of the La Moncloa’s Palace being president the sneaky former Chief of the Movimiento. By that time Pilar and Alberto, with whom I used to meet up often, got on very well with Manuel and became friends.
I had been to London already and I had taken the opportunity and had gone to attend English lessons at Piccadilly Street. Until then I had only been going for a week to beginners lessons at USA Cultural Centre here in Madrid. During the Baccalaureate I had studied French. Well then, I went to England for the autumn term, to Bell College of Saffron Walden, Essex. In Manuel’s house at Jorge Juan Street I left my books and my photographic laboratory. And never, never, how well you know it, did I smile to Margarita, the dummy king’s sister or to her husband, who used to come in often to Manuel’s through the door of communication between the two kitchens.
When I came back from England Adolfo Suárez went on being the president of the government of Spain and the revolutionary actions of ETA and GRAPO were very frequent. In general the situation continued being the same as during Franco’s time although there were elections and parliament, and I was attentive already of my position as committed revolutionary in the armed struggle, armed president of the PCE (Spanish Communist Party) and of the ICP (International Communist Party).
The case was that Manuel’s friend whose surname was Álvarez, Protocol Chief of the government or of the La Moncloa’s Palace headquarters and residency of the sneaker, came to Manuel’s several times and he finished by inviting us to the palace. To me not personally, because I would have said to him I would not. I said I would not to Manuel, clear it is. It turned out that one day Álvarez appeared to take us to the palace and Manuel came to tell me. I said to him I knew such Álvarez was a heavy one and would finally even come in our search.
Pilar, Alberto and I had a small stall at the Rastro in Madrid, at Plaza del General Vara del Rey, rather a little gap where we exhibited the pieces on a blanket. Manuel supplied us of small antique pieces and we took them to the Rastro on Saturdays and Sundays. It didn’t go bad at all, for we always had to replenish pieces because others were being sold. I have reached the point I wanted to come to: Saturday after saying I did not want to go to La Moncloa’s Palace Álvarez showed up at our stall. He greeted us drily and had a look at the pieces. He asked us the price of an emperor Adriano’s coin. He examined it. It is false, he said, and he remained as though waiting for an explanation. I don’t know how I didn’t shout so that everybody listened: Protocol’s Chief of La Moncloa’s Palace says our coin is false!
I made some trips to England while living in Manuel’s at Jorge Juan Street, where besides books and photographic laboratory I had a little room with a yard plenty of plants and in Manuel a friend truly communist who didn’t forget his father had been fired out by the damned Franco’s army during civil war and who made easier my leadership against the Borbón family and against all their adepts and condescending with the Borbón family recommending to me books, giving me them as a gift or lending them to me, and telling me about the beating the dummy was given in La Zarzuela's palace by someone who had showed him his cock and after the king had knelt down to suck off, scene that had been filmed. The guy had also broke up the glass window in his swimming pool and escaped from the palace. When I knew La Moncloa and La Zarzuela palaces wouldn’t be assaulted for the time being, I came back to my parents and my brothers having seen already the revolutionary actions microfilm and knowing my parents and my brothers, Alfonso, Pablo and Jorge and many other communist comrades will be able to execute very uncommon actions, prodigies. Tejero had assaulted at gunpoint the Deputies Congress during the investiture's session of Leopoldo Calvo-Sotelo as new president of the government, successor of the duke sneaker, who had announced his resignation on a television appearance. Some days before his resignation he went to Margarita’s and there were official cars and camouflaged cars, there were bodyguards and secret policemen and I was already coming in through the doorway to the house. They asked me where I was going to and the policemen on guard that day said to the others I lived there, in the other stairs side. Of course Tejero had been there too before he assaulted the Deputies Congress asking me who I was as several civil guards pointed up at me with their machine-guns after unlocking the safeties. Alfonso Romero, my accomplice in determining executions live, had come to meet me up at Plaza del Dos de Mayo, where he went to my encounter knowing I was going too. In the end the vision of the microfilm in my room at the Regency Hotel School in Ramsgate, Kent, gave me powers to face the fascists and the enemies of Revolution. If we have a look at pictures of people of high rank or close to fascist and bourgeois governments, filthy and unfaithful with the people, when it is imminent an assault of the rebelled people against their power centres, we shall see in their eyes their rotten souls, forced smiles, and even unforced smiles which is a conviction forever.
