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I'll be back later, okay?
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I'm in a bit
of a hurry right now.
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Why don't you read me something?
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Something of mine
in today's paper?
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Yes, yes.
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"It is hard to imagine the years
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prior to the Civil War. They
say writers used to meet in cafés.
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That right-wing writers mixed
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with left-wing ones.
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But all that changed with the war."
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What war?
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"Of all the wartime stories,
that of the poet Antonio Machado
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is one of the saddest.
On the night
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of 22nd January 1939,
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four days before
Franco took Barcelona,
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Machado and his family set out
for the French border in a convoy.
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Five days later,
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under pouring rain,
they crossed
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the border and left Spain
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forever.
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A month later,
Machado died in Collioure.
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His mother
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outlived him by 3 days.
In Antonio's
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pocket, his brother José
found some notes
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with lines from what was
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possibly the first verse
of his last poem,
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'These azure days
and this childhood sun.'
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His brother the poet Manuel learned
of his death from the foreign press.
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The two were more than brothers.
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They were close friends.
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The 18th July uprising surprised
Manuel in Burgos. He stayed there,
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a sympathizer of Franco.
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As soon as he heard of Antonio's
death, he obtained a safe-conduct
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and crossing a war-torn Spain,
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went to Collioure.
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There he was told that his mother
had also died. At the cemetery