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Let our memories run through our veins …
The grave of Federico García Lorca has never been found but it is believed that his remains lie in the hills to the north of Granada, Andalusia close to the town of Viznar. He was probably executed on August 19th, 1936 – 71 years ago.
Lorca is regarded as one of Spain’s must important modern poets and dramatist and while his reputation was well established at the time of his death, it was not sufficient to save him from his fate at the hands of Franco’s henchmen. Although Lorca was left-leaning , he was also a gay man: these facts alone condemned him to an early death. He was one of ten of thousands who were murdered in Spain during and after Spain’s Civil War (1936-39) for no other reason than being deemed undesirable to Franco’s fascist regime. Today there’s a memorial at the site where it is believed that Lorca was killed..
Location
The easiest way to get to the site is to travel to Viznar itself, about six miles from Granada and then take the road going to Alfacar. About 3 km along, the road take a sharp reverse turn and makes its ways along a hillside; to the south there are views back to Viznar. A short distance from the turn, on your right (looking uphill or to the north), there is a layby (clearly sign-posted) where you can leave your car or bike. The general area is known as the Sendero Barranco de Viznar (Viznar Ravine Trail) and is popular with walkers and trekkers. Close by is a second signpost indicating that this area is important for other reasons too: Lugar de Memoria Historica de Andalucia [Place of historical memory].
Lorca
A path leaves the layby and winds uphill through an open pine forest offering shade. There are undulations and gullies on a both sides of the path. After about five minutes you will come an area of flatter terrain marked by a number of log fence boundaries. A flat low-lying slab of stone bears the inscription of a line from Lorca’s poem, Prelude – Love :
El viento esta amortajado
a lo largo bajo el cielo
[The shrouded wind lies full length beneath the sky ]
A short distance on there are a number of larger flat slabs which bear an array of memorial plaques. Some are dedicated to individuals such as that to Delores Rozalez Vinez – They Silenced Your Voice But Not Our Memory. Others are dedicated to lists of people executed in the quiet secluded area – Executed in Viznar Ravine on 23 October 1936 is followed by a list of thirty names. Further along there is a large gully. A square upright monolith stand at one end. Flowers have been left in a number of places and the monolith bears the inscription:
Lorca Eran Todos
18-8-2002
[Lorca was all]
There is stone terracing for sitting on. When we visited Viznar it was quiet and there was no one else around. Since the trees provide welcome shade from the sun, it is by no means an unpleasant place to stop at and rest for a bit. However, under the ground, lie the remains of many hundreds of people. Some have been identified but many remain unidentified. It is difficult today to imagine the summary violence that would regularly taken place at the site over many years following Franco’s victory.
Anarchists
It is believed that Lorca was executed along with two well-known militants of the CNT, the anarcho-syndicalist union which was a leading force in the Spanish Revolution. The remains of these men – Joaquín Arcollas Cabezas and Francisco Baladí Melgar – have also not been identified. A plaque placed at the Viznar site by the CNT reads:
“Let our memories run through our veins. We remember everyone who lies in this gully. To the anarchists who are scattered under this earth. To our deceased we do not cry, we try to emulate them in the fight for a social revolution and against the fascism that they faced”
Various other memorial plaques are testimony to the broad range of people who were killed outside Viznar. Trade-unionists, left-wing activists, feminists, cultural activists and many, many others all fell victim to Franco’s knife. The context for the extermination was succinctly put by General Emilio Mola who stated at the outset of the Civil War what the point of the military uprising was:
“It is necessary to spread terror. We have to create the impression of mastery eliminating without scruples or hesitation all those who do not think as we do. There can be no cowardice. If we hesitate one moment and fail to proceed with the greatest determination, we will not win.”
Although Lorca’s reputation is the main reason for the memorial at Viznar, many of the other plaques present at the site are as moving. Each and everyone tells a story of resistance and remembering. This one to Miguel Gomez Poyatos is a perfect example.
MIGUEL GOMEZ POYATOS
Murdered in this place on Sept 5th 1936.
We have never forgotten you
We will never forget you.
They may be able to kill the rooster
that announces the dawn
but they cannot stop that dawn arriving
(your grandson Emilio)
Ireland’s Mary Celeste: Cill Eoin “Ghost Estate”, Kenmare
I came across this small ghost estate on a recent trip to Kenmare. The estate, Cill Eoin, is near the ruin of an old church on the Kenmare-Kilgarvan Road. As ‘ghost estates’ go this is an extraordinary place.
The most striking aspect of Cill Eoin is the feeling I got that it had been abandoned suddenly. The scaffolding inside some of the partially finished houses is still in place. There is equipment lying around as if it had been used earlier that same day that I visited. Some of the houses are in such good condition that you expect to see someone come in and check on progress. Cill Eoin is the Mary Celeste of building sites.
Other signs tell a different story, of course. Weeds have taken over the paths between the various houses. The nails that lay in piles here and there are badly rusted. And there is such an amount of bird song, as if the birds know the real story about this place: no one had been around here for a long, long time.
Just standing there and looking around, I understood better than I ever had before how the future has been stolen from us all and our children.
Lonely Planet’s Cork and Cowen’s Head Taking Off

One good cut (in time saves nine ...)!
The biggest gimmick of last week must have been Lonely Planet’s inclusion of Cork in its ten best destinations for 2010. Oh come off it like, as we say around here. What sort of a langerated idea is this? Or to put it another way, ‘Do you think like we came down in the last shower?’
Marketing by Lonely Planet, I think. Not that the ‘tourish (sic) industry’ didn’t dine out on it for a few days and clap themselves on the back. It was just what they needed: ‘Oh come here, really do, so we can RIP you off big big time.’
But anyway, none of this is to take away from the fact that we are special down here in Cork. Everyone knows that. Any by way of an example, here is what I have to offer up – take a gawk. Isn’t that something? I took the photo on the huge ‘Get Up, Stand Up’ march against the cuts that passed through ‘pana’ on Friday afternoon last. Now that WAS something to see. And pride of place for me goes to this great placard which got to the nub of the matter. Surely like.
One good cut! Now that’s the spirit of the Rebel County…
Orwell on the Aragon Front

Anarchism In Huesca: CNT Poster May Day 09
George Orwell fought on the Aragon Front in the Spanish Civil War around Alcubierre and later near Huesca. One of the front line positions he fought at has been preserved and reconstructed and is well worth a visit.
I drove south out of Huesca on the N330. About 15 kms out there is a signpost turning for Alcubierre. Heading east along this road it is narrow and flat. The land on either side is under cultivation but it seems otherwise to be an arid and dry area. There are low hills further east, to the north and south, Los Monegros.
Alcubierre is a small town. Orwell in not very complementary to then village where he spent some days before being sent to a position at the front, to the west. He was there in the dead of winter but it was early summer when I visited. It is hard now to imagine what it must have been like but Orwell makes a point of telling us how cold and muddy it was there during his stay.
His period in and around Alcubierre is notable for a number of reasons though. Firstly it was in Alcubierre that he received his first weapon for use in the war against fascism. He said though: ‘I got a shock of dismay when I saw the thing they gave me.’ It turned out to be a gun more than 40 years old – a German Mauser from 1896! Indeed the reality of ‘civil war within the civil war’ that was, at this time, beginning to gain momentum on the Republican side was brought home to him starkly by this key incident. He described the gun as follows: ‘It was rusty, the bolt was stiff, the wooden barrel-guard was split; once glance down the muzzle showed that it was corroded and past praying for’.
Alcubierre reminded me of a small market town in Ireland though it a lot dryer and hotter of course. But there was as they say a good country smell in the air. In front of the town hall, there was a kids’ playground area. The town hall itself was under renovation. A small cafe was open but overall it seemed like a sleepy place. But then I was there in and around siesta time. There were no signs anywhere around – that I could see anyway – for La Ruta Orwell. There were no signs anywhere around – that I could see anyway – for La Ruta Orwell. Like so much in Spain today to do with the Civil War, there is uncertainty about what place the Civil War should occupy. And of coure there is uncertainty – and in many cases, deep unease – about how to deal with the many scars that are there to see still to this day
Taking the road south out of Alcubierre, you veer to the west. There is a lot of desiccated vegetation and a white-grey ground which looks generally poor and unproductive. The road itself is good – it goes to Lecinena and then on into Zaragoza. As it climbs into the Monegros there are good views back toward Alcubierre and Monazon.
About 12 kms out on this road there is a small sign – quite easily missed – on the left hand size of the road: La Ruta Orwell. The sign leads onto a narrow unsealed road. Take it slowly. It goes uphill and winds for a bout 1.5 km. Then you come to a fork in the road. There should be a sign for which direction to take at this point but it was missing when I was there. Take the left hand fork in the road. This veers around sharply in a horseshoe and goes to hill top just about visible from back where the fork in the road was. The restored site is just at the top there.

Spanish Civil War: Trench position where Orwell fought
It is an impressive re-construction. There are explanatory panels giving good background on the Alcubierre Front and on Orwell’s own observations. It is possible to see clearly from the vantage point of this restored frontline position what Orwell meant when he said ‘Now that I had seen the front I was profound disgusted’. The fascist positions were on the far off hills and the soldiers manning those position could barely be seen. The cold and boredom occupied Orwell’s day. There are occasional brushes with the enemy but there is a sense of no real movement. In another important observation made at this stage by Orwell, he explains how different the army is that he is now a member of is from a ‘traditional army’ – he spent some time in the British Army of course. He said ‘.., There was no military rank in the ordinary sense; not titles, no badges, no heel-clicking and saluting. They had attempted to produce within the militias a sort of temporary working of the classless society.’
A good deal of information is provided at the site. It is impressive and the general overview provided is good. One can see clearly the lie of the land – the difficulty in the terrain.
Overall is it well worth a visit. Armed with a copy of Homage To Catalonia you get a good feel for what it must’ve been like. You cannot escape though the sense of betrayal that Orwell unveils in HTC. Militias were fighting for a new society armed with outdated weapons. Yet not so far away, behind the front lines, the police and Guardia Civil were being armed with the latest weaponry for the eventual purpose of suppressing the revolution.
See also Ruta Orwell Monegros