Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

The Civil War ( I 936-193 9) 165and his daughter remembers taking walks as a child on the arm ofthe notorious Raymond-la-Science. I myself knew two old-timersfrom the band-Rirette Maitrejean and the gentleman who did cabaretnumbers and called himself the "innocent convict." One day, acommuniqui arrived asking for information about a shipment ofpotassium from Italy to a Spanish port then in the hands of theFascists. My secretary called her father."Let's go for a little drive," he said to me two days later, whenhe arrived in my office. "I want you to meet someone."We stopped in a cafe outside of Paris, and there he introducedme to a somber but elegantly dressed American, who seemed to bein his late thirties and who spoke French with a strong accent."I hear you want to know about some potassium," he inquiredmildly."Yes," I replied."Well, I think I just might have some information for you aboutthe boat. "He did indeed give me very precise information about both cargoand itinerary, which I immediately telephoned to Negrin. Severalyears later, I met the man again at a cocktail party at the Museumof Modern Art in New York. We looked at each other across theroom, but never exchanged a word. Later still, after the SecondWorld War, I saw him at La Coupole with his wife. This time, wehad a chat, during which he told me that he used to run a factoryin the outskirts of Paris and had supported the Republican cause invarious ways, which is how my secretary's father knew him.During this time I was living in the suburb of Meudon. WhenI got home at night, I'd always stop, one hand on my gun, and checkto make sure I hadn't been followed. We lived in a climate of fearand secrets and unknown forces, and as we continued to receivehourly bulletins on the progress of the war, we watched our hopesslowly dwindle and die.It's not surprising that Republicans like myself didn't oppose theNazi-Soviet pact. We'd been so disappointed by the Western de-