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Yes. But it all was maddeningly difficult. This picture
was made under handicaps because, as soon as the bombing
raids came, all of the electricity was turned off and usually
in the middle of a shot being made. Malraux was going crazy.
I think he smoked about 900 cigarettes that day. He once
had two in his mouth at one time. He was a bundle of nerves.
Of course, these were the days when he was a leftist and then
gradually shifted and, as you know, became De Gaulle's righthand
How well had you known Malraux before you went?
Not terribly well. We had published him and had a lot
of correspondence, but I had only met him once. But we became
very good friends, of course, living together. We all considered
ourselves a band of heroes.
I was a hero until they wanted me to go up to the Ebro,
where the fighting was. I said that I had done enough.
Nothing doing. That was the end of my bravery. Why should I
go to the Ebro? That was where the big battles were taking
place and where the tide finally turned in Franco's favor.
He was overwhelmingly supplied with arms and planes and
the Republicans were fighting with spit, but they put up a
great show. Hundreds of thousands of young Spaniards were
killed or wounded. Of course, they didn't realize that the
Russian Communists were pulling the strings. It was a shameful
exhibition because it really was a fight between the Communists
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