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IN Barcelona, during all those last weeks I spent there, there was a peculiar evil feeling in the air — an atmosphere of suspicion, fear, uncertainty, and veiled hatred. The May fighting had left ineradicable after-effects behind it. With the fall of the Caballero Government the Communists had come definitely into power, the charge of internal order had been handed over to Communist ministers, and no one doubted that they would smash their political rivals as soon as they got a quarter of a chance Nothing was happening as yet, I myself had not even any mental picture of what was going to happen; and yet there was a perpetual vague sense of danger, a consciousness of some evil thing that was impending. However little you were actually conspiring, the atmosphere forced you to feel like a conspirator. You seemed to spend all your time holding whispered conversations in corners of cafes and wondering whether that person at the next table was a police spy.
Sinister rumours of all kinds were flying round, thanks to the
Press censorship. One was that the Negrin-Prieto Government was
planning to compromise the war. At the time I was inclined to
believe this, for the Fascists were closing in on Bilbao and the
Government was visibly doing nothing to save it. Basque flags were
displayed all over the town, girls rattled collecting-boxes in the
cafes, and there were the usual broadcasts about ‘heroic
defenders’, but the Basques were getting no real assistance.
It was tempting to believe that the Government was playing a double
game. Later events have proved, that I was quite wrong here, but it
seems probable that Bilbao could have been saved if a little more
energy had been shown. An offensive on the Aragon front, even an
unsuccessful one, would have forced Franco to divert part of his
army; as it was the Government did not begin any offensive action
till it was far too late — indeed, till about the time when
Bilbao fell. The C.N.T. was distributing in huge numbers a leaflet
saying: ‘Be on your guard!’ and hinting that ‘a
certain Party’ (meaning the Communists) was plotting a coup
d’etat. There was also a widespread fear that Catalonia was
going to be invaded. Earlier, when we went back to the front, I had
seen the powerful defences that were being constructed scores of
miles behind the front line, and fresh bomb-proof shelters were
being dug all over Barcelona. There were frequent scares of
air-raids and sea-raids; more often than not these were false
alarms, but every time the sirens blew the lights all over the town
blacked out for hours on end and timid people dived for the
cellars. Police spies were everywhere. The jails were still crammed
with prisoners left over from the May fighting, and others —
always, of course. Anarchist and P.O.U.M. adherents — were
disappearing into jail by ones and twos. So far as one could
discover, no one was ever tried or even charged — not even
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