Before Gernika, it was Durango
FERNANDO IÑIGUEZ
“We were in the church praying early in the morning, and all of a sudden we started to hear airplane engine noises and bombing noises. The nun and I ran to the confessional to protect ourselves, but my other sister, Conchita, did not have time. She saw how some rubble from the roof of the temple and some beams fell on her head, leaving her body hidden under the rubble. We never saw her again, not even dead."