Mi hermano, Alberto Jiménez-Becerril, asesinado por ETA en Sevilla, junto a su mujer, no venía de la guerra: iba a su casa, donde le esperaban sus tres niños, que nunca más le volverían a ver.
My brother, Alberto Jiménez-Becerril, who was murdered by ETA along with his wife in Seville, was not returning from war. He was going home, where his three children, who would never see him again, were waiting for him.