I am from Casavieja.
My name is Jesús Martinez Sanchez,
and my life has always been...
really hard,
because in 1936,
my father were killed, I was five,
I was born in 1931 and my father was killed in 1936.
During the Civil War
Moors arrived in the village
and captured my father when he came from the farm,
and he was kidnapped and taken to the village,
where he in prison for 2 or 3 days,
later, he was taken to the main entrance of cemetery
and they killed him right there.
Apart from other than my father,
they shot seven more people, four married men and three single men,
who are in the same place.
We decided to do it
and also my three sons, José y Manuel, and Jesús.
they agreed on it, and they said it to me.
I told them to do it so that we could get his body
out of the grave in the street where all the cattle and people stepped on him
and bury him in the cemetery
as a decent man, without everyone stepping on him in the street.
We looked for the documents in the Council Registries,
considering the information that our uncle Jesús provided us
Uncle Jesus gave us five names, and he told us
that there were seven people,
four of them married, and three were single.
And he gave us evidence of five of them
but there was no evidence of the other three remaining.
What we did, first of all, was to research in death certificates
from 1936.
After all this process,
it began
the process
of discovering the grave.
And I remember
that the morning it began
we were a little disappointed,
because the machine dug and dug but it did not find anything.
It found a drainage system,
which was expected to be the one but it wasn't.
And...
time passed by until, in the afternoon, around a quarter to five,
the grave in which the bodies were was found.
Then emotion was released.
What we did the last day, after cleaning the grave,
even the tiniest speck of dust,
given that nothing could be done with that soil
what we did was collecting it
and everyone, or those who were interested, took a handful of soil
I scattered it over an olive tree that we have at home.
The most exciting thing for me was to be in the grave by taking
the bodies´place,
at first, when we were placing, it was funny,
it was better to take it lightly, as it commanded our respect,
but when Marisa told us to shut up,
I suddenly felt a harsh shiver going down my spine and, I felt I was not there,
but in 1936.
Then, I began to think about those people, how horrible that night might have been,
The cold there...
it was a terrible feeling, the time in silence...
you couldn´t think of being cold... -But the silence.
...but of the terrible moment they lived by knowing they were going to be killed.
and knowing they were not going to come back and they would never see their families again.