American communists unimpressed by Albacete nightlife

From a piece by Cecil Eby on the not particularly lovely time had by the Abraham Lincoln Battalion in the Civil War:

In their time off, the recruits prowled the city; they sampled the local conac [sic], said to have been blended from equal parts of rancid olive oil and low-octane gasoline; and they bought the local specialty, jackknives with handsome mother-of-pearl handles and worthless tin blades. There was little else to buy, unless one wanted to queue up outside a door in the barrio chino; but the female wares, recalled a volunteer, were “pretty awful.”

Trevor @ 5 December 2006 6:28 PM

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