Fascist girl executed
Today I assume the killing of fascist Ana as the deed that encouraged me to fight with more impetus, my brother Miguel executed her in the name of Revolution. Knowing it was going to happen since I was only four years old, when my father told me Miguel would kill a girl her name Ana, and that I was going to be president, I have had it in mind with me always, but I didn’t catch the things as they really were and made no associations between the fascist girl dressed in blue as a Falange’s member who was in the poolroom nearest to my brother Miguel’s college with some students my brother’s mates, with the one I saw inside my brothers lorry being pushed forward in the cabin against the front window and shot twice on her back. I had gone with Pilar to pick Miguel and Ignacio up at their college, Colegio Pío VI, where my cousins Monse and Félix, biochemical she and nuclear physician he, were teachers too. We met up at the college’s entrance door and before taking them both home my brother Miguel wanted to come in the poolroom with me and we went and stood inside just for a while. I saw the fascist girl in blue and asked Miguel: ¿And this one wearing like that? Miguel responded, starting to make our way away from the poolroom: I’m going to kill her. Once ouside and on our way to the car I asked: But why do you say that before your mates? You’ll see, he said. I took my brothers home but still in the car with them I told Pilar what Miguel said to me about killing the girl. Miguel said: Sure I’m going to. When I had left them home and I had to take Pilar to hers I asked Pilar what did she think about it and she said that perhaps it was going to happen.
Well, on watching my brothers with the fascist girl Ana her name inside the lorry and the lorry being driven onwards by Arthur and the killing of the fascist Ana by Miguel I had an access of strenuous laughter mitigated later by the sequence on the microfilm on which I could see the assassination of president of Spanish government under Franco’s dictatorship Luis Carrero Blanco. For reasons everyone can understand the sequence reminded me I had to be serious in spite of the very funny situations in which some apparitions of very well known characters will consist of big disasters from aberrant thoughts, of impossible public defiance.
Once settled this, of course knowing I had the mission of killing all fascists on earth since the very first day I set foot at Manuel’s house, I had the advantage of being conspiring all the time and therefore being informed quite well about the dummy king of Spain and his family and about many chiefs of state and politicians, including, how could it not be so, of the sexual excesses that will take them all to die burned up after their most probable suicides. This was the funny thing of the situation. I knew I was going to be the president of the PCE (Spanish Communist Party) and that’s why I risked my life on Marbella’s highway when I threw off of the highway all the cars of the Saudi Arabian royal family members retinue and killed many of them, king Faruk of Egypt certainly, his white Rolls Royce exploded violently, two princes direct descendants of Muhammad, sultans, cheiks and the invited ones coming to spend two months summer in Marbella, the most expensive holidays ever.
The plan was so good it may not be but a success: Chiefs of State and Kings and Queens blackmailed and challenged and there is no way not to reckon the strategy wasn’t right. For them, serious trouble because of their chained to evidences in low vices and in being consenters and promoters of Slavery and Misery, Exploitation and Poverty. For us, what we had been expecting,the start of the Spanish Revolution. Some busy with their troubles, others assaulting power. So I then had everything I wanted: The enemies of Communism, caught up confabulating against all of the world peoples common soul longing for Peace, Equality, Justice, Fraternity and Order. The enemies wanted to impose on us Slavery and Misery, Exploitation and Poverty. To start with then, the pressure of a World’s General Strike and the rebellion of Communist soldiers in an International Offensive against them. We wanted to say bye for ever to Capitalist intentions of having us submitted to their whims, in a Final Struggle conceived so many years ago, that we cannot imagine because we don’t really know, sure God himself knew it may happen and a Final Struggle would take place.
In these days we can send messages by telepathy amongst us from wherever in the world we are at. We have joined up in a Peoples’ Army against Fascists and their fellow travelers. Conscious level amongst people poor and working class has greatly risen impulsed by international leaders doing and saying as though a Final Struggle has taken place and our enemies defeated already. One day the killing of fascist Ana served to be compensated with that of ex Queen Federica of Greece, Queen of Spain Sofía’s mother. I can imagine Miguel with the gun in hand saying to Ana to get on the lorry.
