Chapter 1. The Dark Clouds
1.0. The Awakening
January 1th, 1936 06:00 AM.
The president Niceto-Alcala has just awoken. The New Year party have been moderate, lasting only until 02:30 AM, but his age has started to show, his head was dizzy and didn't understand at first why he have awaken at such early hour in the first place. After a minute, he decided to open the windows of his apartment, in order to get some fresh air.
Winter in Madrid was mild compare to other european capitals, especialy the northern ones, but some snow was falling.Niceto look at the snow getting on trees and houses for half an hour, enjoying the scene of snow flakes falling down, getting blowed up by the wind, then falling down again, only to get melted onto the warm street. Then an ideea strike his mind, allowing him to see the truth : the lifes of men are the same as the snow flakes, eventualy melting away after some useless flying. As an eminent scholar, an ilustrious writer and thinker he has indulged himself to some most primitive and instinctual needs, greed and self preservation.
After been president of Spanish Republic for five years, since the king Alphoso XIII has abdicated in 1931, he couldnt present even to himself any kind of acomplisment. Changing eight governments in these time he only did a game of preserving his power at all cost, at the expenses of the country. By manipulating the republicans against the right wing, the socialist against conservators, the liberals against the syndicates, he had only keep his post.
In 1934 those politics maneuvres have made the situation bad enough that the asturian miners revolted, seizing the town of Oviedo. Only the intervention of the army, led by general Franco, manage to settle things, at the expenses of some hundreds of human lifes.
This brutal intervention of autorities have manage however to prevent another revolt, in Catalonia.
After remembering all these, the president knew that he couldn't get another mandate, nor did he wanted anymore. But still, just less than two months until the elections, he can try to do something good for the country, to redeem at least in his own eyes. He telephone immediately his friend and head of the government, Manuel Portella, and ask him to call a government meeting, at Palacio Nacional, 11:00 AM.