"As I write this dispatch 21 bombers are raining heavy bombs on the oil and alcohol refineries. The table under my hand is shaking like something alive. In this infernal din set up by screaming sirens, barking anti-aircraft guns and the roar of bursting bombs I can't take my mind off the shivering of the wall of this ancient hotel. If it holds together until I can get this off, then I will believe in miracles. . . ."
That might have been written by Ernest Hemingway in 1936, sitting in the Hotel Florida in Madrid while Franco's...
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