I do not remember now if it 'was when we were in Turin, or Modena: you want, and' age 'in which particular individuals most severely affected.
Well, we were the 150th Course and went on the road of education the legendary eastern border. Gorizia A lunch in a restaurant that had just split from Yugoslavia to a network and there was the old station of the new Gorizia.
Then we were also in Trieste and it was then that I first heard of Foibe. Claudio Magris was our friend who took us to see where the monument shows the "cubic meters" of Italians who were sunk.
we really talk of a private museum (of course I can not remember but it was a Hispanic last name) where they were collected relics and weapons of various types and sizes.
I thank him for giving me yet unveiled what 's been for decades, in Italy, a "dark matter "And I do not think that our instructors at the time (many of whom had gone to war) speak of those events.
Since then, every time I 'happened, I read anything to the argument and I have always moved by the unfortunate fate of those guilty only of being Italian. I remembered when I was in elementary school and the teacher told us that he came from Trieste, and when she left, the soldiers had fired at the station the train, and this fact 'been a mystery until, slowly, in the words of Claudio I began to know what had happened.
Another time, at other times and places, a soldier told me that my His family was miraculously escaped the massacre when the Slavs, after expelling the animals, they had closed the barn and had set the fire.
not want to dwell on the complicity by the Slavs who received some self-styled Italian partisans with a red scarf around his neck. And yet I do not want to remember the discrimination faced by refugees who survived fascists and as such they were considered unworthy to receive even a glass of water at the station of Bologna.
I hope that the Tricolour flutters on our Blog, in fact I am sure, will fly on the 150th anniversary for them. Pope John
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