'Querido Yayo, my grandfather, you started attending Communist Party rallies when you arrived in Sydney, no? Mama remembers watching you on May Day on the sidelines of the march - a little girl seeing her father hold up a flag. From what I know of your politics, you weren't precisely a communist. I think you joined because finally you could. Australia let you do that. Here, from Franco's Spain, here were the ideas speaking to you. I remember seeing a photo of you marching. In my mind there is a cigar in your mouth, but then that's how I always remember you.' (Publication abstract)