Agustin Zoroa Sánchez was handsome in the Latin way, with flashing black eyes, a hairline mustache and amorous lips. Perhaps he loved women, but three things filled his heart: devotion to Communism, resistance to Franco, and a longing for glory.
He was born 30-odd years ago in the Spanish town of Albacete. He married young, went to Madrid and studied to be a schoolteacher. Too poor to finish his courses, he became a construction worker, unionist, extreme leftist. In the Civil War, he fought on the Ebro, had a big chunk shot out of his back. He went to Mexico, worked...
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