This afternoon I changed the sub title to this blog. It originally read "Zen and the art of air raid shelter maintenance in Spain". A reference to the twelve long years it's taken to get to this point and some of the things that have happened on the way.

Tomorrow, Sunday, the refurbished shelter will be opened to the public as a permanent museum space for the city. A place for remembering and, perhaps, for thinking about war and why we are unable to eradicate this malignancy from our times.

Those words were insensitive. I remembered the children, Manel and Dolores, who had died in the shelter. I thought of Mohamed, who died in the crossfire on my TV screen. And Rachel, braver than all of us.

How dare we not do more to prevent the killing?