"The watch is already across the border," Julián whispered. "By now, it’s in the lion’s den."
Julián looked at Elena. The French police were already questioning Spanish exiles in the Quartier de Saint-Cyprien. The safety of Toulouse was evaporating. "We can't stay," Julián said. "Where do we go?" Elena asked. "The world is on fire." Las Violetas De Toulouse Carlos Diaz Domingue...
For weeks, the two met in the fading light of the "Pink City." They spoke of the Spain they remembered—the smell of olive groves in the sun, the sound of a guitar in a courtyard that no longer existed. Between them, a fragile romance bloomed, as delicate and hidden as the flowers of the city. "The watch is already across the border," Julián whispered
