The anarchists' union I had joined when I started working at a noodle factory and whom I joined in the streets to defend the republic against the revolt of the armed forces in July 1936.
That summer everything seemed possible: even some of us women went to the front.
We shared the trenches with men who insulted us for refusing to wash their clothes.
But soon they made us retire from combat, accusing us of spreading venereal disease.
We returned to our old prisons, those of being wives and mothers.
Read the whole thing, or check out another by the same authors: Ballad of Ventas Prison. Also try this odd piece, A Bomb in the Family.