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Charles got up early that morning, quickly put on his pants, shirt and jacket and went out of the kitchen, where he took a slice of bread from the cupboard, then went out. The sun had yet to rise and then quickly crossed the courtyard and departed into the lawn that was in front of the house, stopping just under the big walnut tree that bordered his property. Then he looked around: the sky was clear at the top and the air crisp. To the east, towards Scalenghe, the first rays of the day could be seen emerging from the mist. He had left because he needed to think, had to be convinced that what had happened was true, that the war was over.
Yes, because the war was really over!
They had learned the day before, on the afternoon of April 28, when the Germans and the fascists had suddenly disappeared from the country and had seen their last columns of vehicles that came from Pinerolo, go to the main road to Turin. At that point, many had gone out into the street, but just at the climax sudden fear had come back, because four American planes were plunged on the airfield to bomb and strafe the runway now deserted and only if he had avoided that there were injuries or even the dead among the people. Then even the partisans had come to Viot, were only three or four, but they were enough to hold people to the streets to talk until late in the evening, and had attacked the wall near the church press release announcing the release, while the priest began to ring bells and a stretch so had to pool, as those of church and Scalenghe so that the bell had been chased in a concert that had involved the whole valley from Turin to Pinerolo, until the news had come from the radio, still uncertain, even Mussolini had been shot. However
Charles needed to convince himself, to free the mind from the burden that oppressed him. Also because this was the third time he saw the end of a war, one that more crushed him. The first time was in 1918, was a war that was fought and everything seemed easier, perhaps because he was young and just wanted to go home the second time was in September of '43, who had lived in a war a civilian and had hardly seen, though as everyone wanted the end, so was glad to hear of the armistice, but then the illusion was broken within a few days and the new war had fallen at home, unexpected and ferocious as no one would have ever imagined.
While thinking of these things he sat at the feet of walnut and began to eat the bread she had put in his pocket and ate that in the meantime he saw toward you a young man in his twenties. It did not seem to know him, or at least had an appearance that reminded him of someone, but could not say who. They greeted him with a wave of his hand and sat down beside him, leaning back against the trunk
- So it's really over this time - Charles said breaking the silence.
- Already, the Germans have gone on the highway last night. At this time will already be over Torino - the young man replied.
- who are you? I can already see you somewhere.
- I am Jack's son Mariuccia and Osvaldo.
- And when you get here? I have not seen yesterday in the streets - then asked Charles recognizing the young.
- A few hours ago, I come from Cuneo, where I have been in recent months with the partisans, but they are four years away from home.
- And your mother you've already seen?
- No, but first I wanted to know what happened here from you, while I was away.
- Oh my dear, you will have seen all the colors, but we also had our own.
- I saw that the Germans have built a lot of stuff around here - the boy said.
Charles looked at the boy, had a long beard and clothes stained with mud and who knows what else, then began the long account of things that happened in that last year and a half
- we found them to us at home one day to 'else. Were placed in Scalenghe Airasca and in a few days and have begun to expand the airport to traffic taking everything he needed without much ado. They made another landing aircraft and Viot found himself right in the middle of their facilities. We were all put to work - we pay for love and we had to eat - but the truth is that we did because it really did the damn scared. But what could we do? We could not fight because there were women, children, old people. We could not do anything.
Then there were the bombings. Right here. For heaven's sake, we were already accustomed to seeing planes that the Allies were going to hit Turin. Li felt arrive almost always at night: there was this tremendous roar that became dark and you could see the dense formations passing overhead, then a clear night in the glow of explosions coming up here. At one point I adjusted the small cellar of the house to air-raid shelter, so on those occasions there would hide the women and children who were afraid of aircraft noise even though I thought that we ran no danger. But in August it happened that a dozen planes attacked the camp Airasca in broad daylight, dropping bombs that are falling everywhere in the surrounding countryside and they are also gone back to strafe the runway. They said they were English. The planes have returned two more times They have also killed three people and two cows.
But it was in those days that many youths, who by Scalenghe, those pools, those from Airasca, joined the partisans from the valley had already extended their action also in the plains. Especially in the area of \u200b\u200bthe Cumiana partisan groups were very active and have done a lot of sabotage to the railroad and that of Saluzzo di Pinerolo. Hardly a day passed that blowing up a bridge or an exchange and it happened more than once of having to hide in the house some of these guys even if the risk was huge, because we saw what the Germans did in retaliation, I do not know if you heard what they did to Cumiana, there were also relatives of my wife, but no one ever turned away. At that point, however, people had also stopped working for the Germans just because no one was helping them, while many young people risked their lives to fight and die. And the fear was the strongest feeling we felt in those days, afraid to see the death of our women and our children, fear of death of us, especially fear of the future.
- You could not do otherwise and the fear is normal, it was a merciless war between an army and a defenseless civilian population, but we were afraid in the mountains. Fear of not seeing the comrades who were leaving to return to action, fear of being caught and tortured, but the desire for freedom was even more strong, because we knew we were on the right side - added Giacomimo, then Charles went on:
- But still these were terrible months, every now and then came news of the advance of the Allies in central Italy and it was clear that now the Germans and the Fascists were at the end, and yet the days passed, the more it seemed that their savagery increased. Only two or three days ago, when we already knew that Turin was liberated and the Germans were preparing to flee, there have been dead, useless and even more sad because it came with the end of the war - Charles then stopped talking and watched the young man smiling :
- you know - he said - I left the military and they sent me in Albania, then Greece and I thought it was right to go to war for the leader. But with the armistice it all fell apart and we were left to ourselves, then how many have escaped and somehow I managed to get back in Piedmont. I joined the partisans, and there's all changed, because in them I have known people with specific ideas, right, I've heard of freedom, democracy, justice and legality, the rights of people, all of which did not even know what they were . But they were things of beauty and of utmost importance and that is why we fought so hard to get them from now on, nothing will ever be, because these are ideas that became facts and so even those who have died to oppose tyranny, justice will, because those who died for freedom remains alive in the memories of others. It must never be another generation of young people forced to fight a war like it happened to you in '15 and to us now. They said that fascism was the strength of Italy, the Duce was our light and we said so we thought we were so convinced, but we realized that it was not that what counts is the respect, dignity, justice . We will not leave room for more and there will be other wars because we will not permit! This disaster and this suffering will not lead to another of Italy war, but a peace of Italy - Charles saw that the boy had lit up and hear him speak in this way he reassured himself. He thought that if this was the power of ideas of young people then things could really change.
- I salute you, I visit my mom, hello - James said suddenly. Charles stood up to say hello, then he heard his wife calling him:
- Carlo, come home you have to do. He turned
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- Right, there is to it, there's plenty to do! - He thought. Then he went and was happy because he did not feel tired at all, and breathed deeply as he watched a lot of people and revive the country get the streets around, he realized that this was truly a new day.

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remember the sound of horses and the deep roar that rose until it became deafening while he filled his ears and head. I remember the smell of damp dust that penetrated into the eyes and throat and made you breathe. I remember the cries of those who said women to run away and hide somewhere. I remember the tears of a child left alone in the middle of the road, while soldiers and horsemen's darting around, miraculously without touching it. I remember the smashed gates of the fence as if they were paper, through which entered an infinite number of soldiers, after which we had foolishly deluded those poor palisades could protect and uncontrolled barbarian horde. I remember that came sweeping everything and everyone, because we had no defenses against them, we were not sure we few men, armed only with pitchforks and some old rusty sword in order to keep out of the country eager for a foreign army looting. Thus
broke in the middle of the square: first the cavalry, then the troops on foot. Next to them was the captain, proud and calm on his horse: General Catinat, they said. At a sign from him, some officers around him rushed orders and there broke barbarism. Groups of soldiers entered every house, which thankfully in the majority were empty. Who was able to escape had done to the countryside, or on the side of Cercenasco Buriasco, many, almost all the old, women and children had taken refuge in the church of S. Catherine, prompted by the priest who firmly believed that the solid walls and the relation of God would stop the invaders, and in this at least he was right.
Those who had not left their homes and were hiding in cellars or attics, deceiving themselves in this way to be safe and protect their property, had no escape. All were found and killed on the spot, or worse yet dragged down the street and murdered after being subjected to ridicule and torture of all kinds, which happened also to those who had been caught on the street to escape somewhere. In a dead woman was a prey to the desires of four soldiers: a group of men including Gio Battista and Anthony Ugo, intervened in his defense, but the soldiers responded with violence, and while one continued to hold the woman, the other poor villagers massacred that they had been disturbed. Anthony was killed with an ax, Gio Battista killed with the sword and thrown in a corner, the rest fled, then the barbarians make their offense and eventually even the woman was spared. At such times the life of a man had, for the soldiers, more valuable than a chicken or a rabbit. Nor any house remained unscathed by the ferocity of the French: it was of poorer where there was almost nothing be taken, or it was the richest man where the soldiers were all that were low. They took away what they thought of value destroying and throwing out everything else, furniture, clothing, household goods, in the end, without fail, set fire to the building. Surprised their incredible ability to empty a building and throw it on the street within a few minutes.
At night the country was reduced in flames.
And while all this was happening, the courtyard of the Lords Piossasco, General Catinat, sitting on a chair in the field of painting, sipping a glass of red wine, chatting amiably with his officers, while waiting for the end of the raid. At
end of the day had no better luck not even the same castle: the few servants who defended it were passed by the weapons in a few moments, then, after the savage looting, soldiers dragged in front of the building a gun campaign, making subject of many blows that opened wide gaps in the walls. So the foundations were undermined and eventually it too was set on fire. At night the heat of the fire did explode mines and down the castle was in ruins.
I saw this last scene from above, because impotent and incapable of doing something, even if I had taken refuge in the church, then I came up with other men in the attic of the building where we had removed some tiles coming out to watch the harrowing spectacle of our country destroyed. To the amazement of everyone, but as the priest had predicted, the church was not touched, even if its outside wall was the place chosen by the soldiery to urinate and defecate.

Yet all this did not come unexpected. The first sign that something serious would have happened had it at the end of September. We were intent on working in a ditch to go on the road when we saw Campolungo Castagnole of a convoy of two cars and four wagons loaded with household goods of all kinds, accompanied by horsemen. They were the inhabitants of the castle, lords of the family Piossasco, Scalenghe who left for Turin. It was very unusual because never in our memory Piossasco the Lords had left the country leaving only a few to guard the palace servants.
few days later, however, came news that the French had descended the valley of Susa and were attacking the Duke Vittorio Amedeo behind as he tried to take Pinerolo. In fact, paying attention, we realized that the gunfire had stopped that night, a few weeks, they felt constantly come from the direction of Pinerolo and we could not hear anything. But it was the day it was learned that four of the battle. We climbed the tower to look towards the north in the direction of Volver. Despite the distance, I distinctly heard the roar of combat. Clouds of smoke rose into the sky were seen throughout the day, while messengers to bring the countries reached some news. Now the Duke seemed to prevail, now seemed to have the best French. Then everything stopped and was never heard anything for a few days.
The first vanguard of those who escaped, coming from Airasca, clarify the doubts over who had prevailed in the terrible battle. The French! They had won the French! We all had clear in my head what would happen. They spent two days of relative calm, which strengthened the palisades while, someone dared to hope that the army Catinat would return back to the Susa Valley, or would direct to Turin. But the next morning was clear to all our destiny. And while the first riders looked out at the gates of our country, the inhabitants of the Parish had already fled to the countryside, leaving their homes as a sought-after prey in the rear of the invading army.

remember that we left the church in the early hours of dawn, after the French were gone. I remember us walking in the country, looking for someone between the houses that were still alive. I remember one of them will hear a faint cry and went up on the first floor, I saw that on the bed there was the corpse of a young woman, Rose, at his side lay a French soldier, who also died, with a dagger stuck in the heart. In a corner whimpering of a baby about a year, his son the girl. I picked her up and went out into the street. Meanwhile, I heard a distant rumble and I turned to see where it came from.
looked to the south. In the sky
Cercenasco already saw the smoke rise of the first fire.