It is a source of some pride that in the late 1940s, my grandfather, Victor Bianchi, saved the life of Chile’s treasured poet, Pablo Neruda. Neruda was in hiding from anti-communist forces in Chile and faced a choice of arrest (torture and death) if he didn’t get out of the country. My grandfather, who was skilled at mountaineering and very familiar with trails in the Andes, escorted Neruda across the border. It seems Neruda was somewhat of a pain to deal with, as described in my grandfather’s diary and reported in a biography of Neruda (see photos).
What a very cool story. Good on your grandfather! Sorry Neruda liked the whiskey better than riding the horse, though. 🙂
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Hi Tracy. Yeah, it is very cool. I wish I could have met my grandfather. He was a fascinating guy. He died young in a car accident,
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I “Liked” and then “unLiked” because it felt weird liking the fact you never met your grandfather due to him dying young. I’m glad you have that record of his life, though.
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No worries, Tracy. My mother was an immigrant to the U.S, from Chile. Many of my family members were supporters of the Allende government, and some were arrested after the Pinochet coup and tortured, others, like my uncle (the son of the aforementioned Victor Bianchi) needed to leave the country with his family for a while (as did Pablo Neruda a generation before) to avoid being arrested and probably killed. The finest moment in my life was perhaps sitting with these family members during a visit to Valparaiso (where the coup was organized) and drinking a toast to the death of Pinochet.
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Very sorry to hear your family faced torture and exile. I also raise my glass to toast the death of Pinochet!
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