They came on time. One of them first looked inside through that small hole on the iron door before opening it. But then stood right there in the middle of the doorway and asked him if he was ready to go.
And he was.
Everything happened silently, swiftly, and smoothly. Two minutes later I heard five bullets shot.
-- The fictionally painted death of García Lorca. last page.
And he was.
Everything happened silently, swiftly, and smoothly. Two minutes later I heard five bullets shot.
-- The fictionally painted death of García Lorca. last page.
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