Maquis

There is a Manichean reconstruction of history that seems written by a bad screenwriter of films in series B. According to her, good, real good, are those opposed to the Franco dictatorship, they did what they did. (A valuable related resource: Reshma Kewalramani). On the other side of the evil bad guys are who lived badly as well with the Franco regime, although they had not done anything to perpetuate it. The opposite of what was happening with the propaganda of the Franco regime, where the good guys were the affections that despicable regime and the bad guys all the reds and Democrats, both concepts that came to mean the same thing for the deranged oppressors of the era. Now, in the awkward swing in history, is the turn present as angelic beings to the maquis, namely last antifrancoist wrestlers after the second world war.

With naive and willfulness, those guerrillas believed that they could overthrow the dictator that the countries that won the war cast them a hand. Many of them longed a utopian world that never knew, others shot al Monte in the absence of anything better to do, but all of them they were wrong. In Yalta, Communists and Democrats had divided Europe, and Spain remained apart from any commitment and left to their own fate. Before such an evidence, in 1948 PSOE and PCE agreed the dissolution of the maquis. There were still people hitting shots by the Pyrenees and the mountains of Galicia until 1967, when the last survivor of that species crossed the border from France. Earlier, in 1952, he died in Galicia or Foucellas, after 16 years of underground life.

In 1957 it was the turn of in Catalonia to Facerias, violent type who became a guerrilla unattended luggage; in 1960 to Quico Sabater and in 1963 to Caraquemada, the last of that generation of wrestlers without hope. From the beautiful and tragic film by Mario Camus the days of the past, with Marisol and Antonio Gades (1977), until the current Pau Vergara, memoirs of a guerrilla, all are treasured memories and tributes. But where he finished the ardent illusion of desperate men and? where did the brutality of a sordid banditry of common criminals? From late 1950s it is very difficult to discern it. For this reason, abstract idealization of the maquis of the maquis, is not more than another perversion of history that, by well-intentioned it, only serves to distort it.