Francisco Franco, famed
dictator of
Spain, lay on his
deathbed after 36 years of rule. One of his daughters, awaiting the inevitable, paced back and forth across the marble floor of his bedroom.
Upon hearing the footsteps, Franco regained consciousness, and weakly called out, “Who’s there?”
“It is the people of Spain, Father,” she told him. “They have come to say goodbye.”
“Why?” Franco asked. “Where are they going?”