I had dropped more or less by chance into the only community of any size in Western Europe
where political consciousness and disbelief in capitalism were more normal than their opposites.
Up here in Aragon one was among tens of thousands of people, mainly though not entirely of working-class origin,
all living at the same level and mingling on terms of equality.
In theory it was perfect equality, and even in practice it was not far from it.
There is a sense in which it would be true to say that one was experiencing a foretaste of Socialism,
by which I mean that the prevailing mental atmosphere was that of Socialism.
Many of the normal motives of civilized life – snobbishness, money-grubbing, fear of the boss, etc –
had simply ceased to exist.
Homage to Catalonia