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Federico Arcos' house sat on a quiet Windsor, Ontario, backstreet near the auto plant where he had worked. The house was as unassuming as he was, with a neatly trimmed lawn in front, and a garden around back that neighbors and friends planted when he grew too feeble to till it himself. He was particularly proud of his anarchist tomatoes; small yellow and pear-shaped, he bred them himself. He bragged that someone from a nursery cooperative in the Pacific Northwest had collected the seeds from him and distributed them because the tomatoes were just that good. Mostly, though, his visitors weren't interested in his garden. Instead they came for his remarkable library and his extraordinary stories. He was one of the last survivors of the anarchist militias who had fought in the Spanish Civil War against the fascist forces of Francisco Franco, and for an anarchist revolution. He was adamant on that last point. His years as a militiaman and later in the underground were not to preserve or resurrect the Spanish Republic. They were in the service of a democratic workers' revolution that would abolish capitalism.