Luiz,
When I lived in Barcelona and went to the American School (think it was over on Muntaner, if my memory serves me correctly), I was friendly with two girls, Maria and Teresa Pisuner. Their family had fought on the Republican side and left in 1939, the long march to the French border, and their family had just returned from long exile in Venezuela.
I also got to spend a week with a friend of my father, a very religious man, who survived anarchist Barcelona. He had some harrowing stories of survival that I will never forget. My father went to the battlefields around Madrid several times and I still have the bullets and fragments he collected.
When we lived in Madrid, we were surrounded by streets whose names no longer exist I'm sure: Calvo Sotelo, General Mola, the Jose Antonio and so forth. We lived on the Paseo de la Castellana (then the Generalissimo) and saw the old man pass a few times although you never knew if it was his double. I was there the day Carrero Blanco was killed by the ETA; after I cleared Customs, my father took me to the Men's room and told me what had happened. It was incredible.
I was no longer living in Spain when Franco died but my father told me there were many who passed the casket, came to attention, and yelled "Generalissimo, presente."
Spanish history was always a living thing to me; we had a copy of Thomas' book when being caught with it could have caused trouble.
Brad