A letter to my grandmother, who watched fiery terror destroy Guernica

‘You told me how you saw waves of planes arriving, heard the crump of bombs and the terrible noise’: the letter you always wanted to write

I’ll write this in English as you are long dead. I never really knew you – my mother was young and you were old – and I met you just a handful of times.

I remember only one conversation with you, standing on the balcony of a flat near Bilbao in Spain, in about 1975. It was my aunt’s home, although it was your home really. It was the same balcony from which my aunt would later throw herself to her death.

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from The Guardian http://bit.ly/2IJkJHf