A documentary, between humorous and quizzical, on what it was like to grow up as the child of clandestine Spanish Reds in the Franco era, complete with cloak-and-dagger comings and goings on false passports, complaining, from said Reds, on what life in Bucharest was like, (when they had dedicated their existence to giving Spain precisely something like the Ceauşescu régime, though they themselves spent a lot of time in Paris), and the strangeness of having one's young life completely dominated by a weird, inhuman ideology that had no connection to anything one wanted or felt. And yet one knew nothing else.
The whole General Staff of then-alive Spanish communists is interviewed on-screen, one more bizarre than the other, yet completely un-selfconscious.
The whole General Staff of then-alive Spanish communists is interviewed on-screen, one more bizarre than the other, yet completely un-selfconscious.
