The rebels still hold ground
The bearded, middle-aged man, a visitor to San Salvador, was on his way back to his lodgings when he realized it was 7 p.m., the hour of the strict, dusk-to-dawn curfew. Caught out of doors, he was liable to be shot on sight as a guerrilla. Frantically he began knocking at the houses on Calle Poniente, pleading for shelter. No doors were opened. Instead, a frightened resident telephoned the police to report a suspicious character making a commotion. As the bearded stranger approached the door of No. 2031,...
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