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We were going to visit my brother, since we didn’t have any news about him anymore.

Mail wasn’t delivered to Marola anymore, although at times when I went to Reggio for my tasks I would take care of it.

My parents said that it was too far, but we left Marola and arrived in Milan in two days.

From there we took the train to Como.

In Como a man asked us where we were going,

and we replied that we were going to visit our brothers since they hadn’t sent any news for a long time.

We were also going to tell them that they had to run away,

because the Germans were sending all sorts of people who were caught during roundups to Germany, especially young men, as well as the Jews.

Then the man asked us where we had slept, and we told him we slept in the train station.

“But the station is closed at night”, he said. “I guess we’ll sleep in a shelter then”, we replied.

“There are no shelters in Como, it’s a free city and we don’t get bombed”. What could we say?

We wouldn’t have said anything else, but at that point he told us to go with him

and bought us the ticket for the ferry that would have taken us all the way to the other side of the lake from Como, to Pizzo di Trona.

He was truly an angel.

Then he took us in front of a nice gate and rang the bell.

He told the nun who came out that they should offer us a place to sleep, since we were there to visit out brothers who were in the army.

They were really nice, they gave us a place to sleep and got us on the ferry at eight.

We only made it to our destination at noon, as the ferry was quite slow and stopped in all those small villages.

When we got there the soldiers were coming back from a mop-up.

What do you call them, fascists? Or should I say “repubblichini” (supporters of the Republic of Salò), as we called them then?