The long night of Francoist Spain

Madrid, 1945: partisans deceived by party propaganda, as false as that of the regime, carry out a useless and merciless attack. This is how consent to the regime is fomented. The story of Andrés Trapiello in “La noche de los Cuatro Caminos”

In Madrid, the very cold winter of 1945, the coldest since 1567, was decisive and cruel. Of course it was, it was the last months of the war. But here, the great earthquake of the defeat of the Nazi-fascist axis took another turn. In the spring, Hitler would have committed suicide in his Berlin bunker and Mussolini, shot in Dongo, would have been hung by the feet in Milan, in Piazzale Loreto. The caudillo, which that winter was in the balance like the others, would have remained in its place for another thirty years. Franco, who had silently supported the axis without entering the conflict, overturned the outcome of the war in his favor.