The visitor
They called him Spaniard,
He was an old man
By the seventies.
When he was visiting
He brought toys for the children,
He would stay with them for a few days.
Reminiscing about the old days:
The times of the Spanish civil war.
He was a refugee in Paris,
He was a wanted man
In his home country
Having fought for the losing side,
Pinning to go back
To his country, to his town,
He still had some family there,
Forty years had gone by.
Spain was courting to enter Europe.
It had a booming economy
Driven by the millions of tourists
In search of sunny and cheap holidays.
The war destruction had disappeared
Under tonnes of resorts concrete
All was in peace.
Spain opened its borders,
A general Pardon was issued.
He could not wait to go,
Saved to buy a bus ticket.
One month later
The news came
He had been shot dead
The pardon didn't apply to him.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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