Juliana.
My grandmother told us many stories of the Civil War of Spain. But the one I’ve shown in this drawing has always been one of the most moving ones. She, Juliana, and her family, had spent time in a refugee camp in France, which was in reality like a concentration camp. After some time, they re-entered Spain when it was still at war. When they reached the border, her parents forced her to get rid of a doll she had. It was a republican militia man… Take it could have cost them their lives. My grandmother always told us how hard it was for her and how that moment remained fixed in her memory. She left it in a river near a bridge they crossed near the border.
So this illustration is for her, to Juliana, the girl who decades after would become the world’s best grandma. I miss her.
