Quote by Martha Gellhorn

After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.


After the desperate years of their own war, after six years

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This quote refers to the resilient spirit of the Spanish people who endured six years of repression during their own war and lived through the horrors of exile. Despite their desperate struggles, they have managed to retain their courage and hope. They possess a powerful faith that goes beyond mere victories, as they have not allowed themselves to accept defeat. It emphasizes the indomitable nature of these individuals who, despite enduring unimaginable hardships, have emerged with an unwavering spirit.

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Faith
By Martha Gellhorn
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