I arrived in Moscow on an overnight train with a British Young Communist League delegation in the morning of 12 September 1973. On hearing the news of the Pinochet coup I made not the standard speech of "so glad to be here" but an exhortation that the Soviet air force jump in their planes and set off right then for Santiago. They didn't.

I met Joan Jara and her daughters when they arrived in London as refugees. How brave they were. Victor lives.