Franco's concentration camps
San Pedro De Cardeña
There is an old adage which I believe still 
exists: to know people really well, one 
must live with them; I lived with the 
Fascists nearly 13 months.
San Pedro de Cardeña, a crumbling 
300-year-old, former palace of the "Cid" was the 
camp I was taken to the early morning of 
April 17 1938. One glimpse of the old grey 
dismal walls was punishing in itself. 
I never realized at the time how much I was 
to learn, and suffer, for I existed there from
the aforementioned date until January 23rd/39
During the first month there 
I was jammed together with over 200 other 
comrades in the basement of the building. 
It was there I realized how of canned sardine 
felt. There was barely room enough to turn 
around. Only one toilet was available to us 
and we were only allowed to go to it three 
times a day.
I can't very well describe the 
food. No words of mine can adequately describe