Ispansi! Page #2

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Don't go out,

the streets are not safe.

I've got an urgent errand to do.

OK. I'll go with you.

You can't come with me.

You'll scare people looking like that.

Where are you going?

You aren't going to the orphanage?

How do you know?

We all know you are there all day.

You should have had

children of your own.

You wouldn't need

to look after whores' children.

Red whores

who burn the churches

we pray in!

What are you talking about?

Are you going to risk your life

for those communists' children?

Anything wrong, ma'am?

Who the hell called you?

Get out!

See how you frighten people?

You're the one who should stay home.

Days before the war broke out,

Madrid was seething

with hate and vengeance.

Miss, they're making us leave,

they are taking us out of Madrid!

And the children?

The children are fine.

Go away.

There is no charity today.

I collaborate with the sisters

and help out what I can.

Let me in, I beg you.

I must see him.

Who?

The children are fine I said.

They've been playing all day.

You can't see them

unless you are a relative.

Are you a relative?

They're just like animals

with no sense.

Look!

This is awful!

How can you allow this outrage?

The figures are plaster

but the people are real.

Do you want me to start shooting?

Come on! Out!

Our father, who are in heaven

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in heaven...

For God's sake

aren't they going to stop?

Leave me a place...

Careful not to scratch yourself.

Don't worry.

- Sit down, Teresa.

- Thanks.

Let them shoot.

It's just what we need.

I hope they finally take Madrid.

God willing.

That one must have hit Gran Via.

My son has been in our house

in Seville for weeks.

As soon as we get out of Madrid

we can be with him.

That's enough, Asuncin.

Can't you be quiet

even in the middle of an air raid?

I can't remember

if I turned off the gas or not.

Maria will check on it.

Maria?

She hasn't been with us for weeks.

Why not?

We didn't want people to find out.

She got pregnant with a militiaman.

My God! What did she do?

These girls...

No. She had the baby

at her parents' home. In comfort.

That's good!

No, she was not married.

A single mother.

Supposedly the happiest of women.

I cant!

Jesus, she can't stand anything.

They have to drop bombs

if they want to win the war.

I can't stand it!

Don't go out!

Paula, don't go out.

They are falling nearby!

Beatriz, don't go out!

Where is she going?

Wait!

She stole the identity

from a dead Republican girl.

The identity would allow her

to be together with her son.

Orphans of militiamen between

Authorization will be needed

whenever there is a living relative.

If there is no relative,

The Public Instruction Ministry

will decide.

Many countries

have accepted our children.

France, Britain, Belgium, Switzerland,

Mexico, The Soviet Union...

Those in this orphanage

will probably go to the Soviet Union.

We'll need volunteers

to go with them.

Teachers, nurses, doctors...

The Russians are waiting for them

to create Spanish schools

in Moscow, Leningrad, Kiev...

They will be given

the best treatment of all.

What about those under 5?

We have children of all ages.

They will leave Madrid, don't worry.

But they will stay in Spain.

They will go to colonies

in Valencia or Alicante.

But they will leave!

When will ours leave?

I dont know, comrade.

Make sure they are ready.

Speak with their families.

The Republic's desire and ours is to get

them out of this hell as soon as possible.

But our means are limited.

Dear parents and brother,

I dearly hope that you are all well.

I am fine.

Though I promised

to meet you in Seville,

it is impossible for me to do so.

And now, against my own desires

and for reasons you will learn one day...

Javier.

Yes, ma'am.

"When you receive this letter I will be

on a ship bound for Leningrad. "

"I know this decision will cause you"

"pain and distress. "

"Nobody has forced me

and my ideals in life"

"are the same as yours. "

"Nothing has changed. "

"Only the responsibility

I myself have taken on"

"to look after

and protect these children,"

"who are not guilty of our sins. "

"I hope you can forgive the pain

that I have caused you"

"and that soon we will be able"

"to be together again in a Spain

full of peace and prosperity. "

"Much love, your daughter and sister. "

- Bernardino.

- Not a single Word!

We will never discuss it.

We no longer have a daughter.

She is dead to us.

In June 1937

1,495 children and 72 teachers

arrived in Leningrad.

Among them were Paula

and her son Javier,

who 4 years later would be buried

somewhere in the immensity of Russia.

She is very... How do you say it?

Hurt, affected.

So what? We all are.

Except she is more hysterical...

and weak.

Hunger, Russian.

Hunger killed poor Javier

and will kill us all.

She was always

especially fond of that child.

She loved him like a son.

Our interminable journey to Stalingrad

continued by different means.

Anything served to escape

the German advance

but we didn't always succeed.

Once my piss froze in the air.

Hurry up or you'll freeze your rear off.

...and I found five books by Cervantes.

German paratroopers frequently landed

behind Soviet lines.

I knew their methods well.

- It's Paula

- Yes.

And your coat?

I can get him from here but you can't.

You don't want to have a dead man

on your conscience.

Alejandro is the best shot

in our children's home.

The girl is right.

He can avenge his father's death.

Russian soldiers!

Thank heaven!

SUMMER 1942

After a few months' refuge

in Stalingrad,

the German attack of the city

made us flee again.

Forced by necessity,

we exchanged our warm clothing for food,

but our greatest problem

was still transport.

He says it's impossible.

Why will it be impossible?

We came from Stalingrad in our engine

and it's been stolen.

Let's get it back.

Angel, it wasn't ours.

It wasn't our engine.

Besides, who knows where it is now.

Please ask him to give us another one

so we can keep going.

All the engines are for the army.

To send soldiers to defend Stalingrad.

Then...

If the Germans leave Moscow alone

we can return.

Returning to Moscow after 9 months

in Stalingrad is a dream.

We can't go back to Moscow.

This is just a respite.

The Germans want to get coal from

the Don River basin to stop industry

but they'll have to enter Moscow.

Neither Moscow nor Stalingrad.

Where can we go?

GERMAN VOLGA REPUBLIC. SOVIET UNION.

The army brought the solution.

We arrived at a small village

and an officer gave us instructions

to settle there.

It didn't feel like Russia

we were in the German Volga Republic,

inhabited by Swiss and Germans.

They had been taken there

by Catharine the Great

in the 18th century.

Stalin, afraid of having enemies

behind him,

had just had them deported.

Phew, smells burnt.

They sure left in a hurry.

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