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They asked me to sign the minutes. I couldn’t tell what they wrote on it.

My cousin and I signed.

Then they told us we could go home, but they wanted to speak to us again the following morning.

So I said: “Listen, I’m afraid to stay at home.

Every night I go to San Bartolomeo to my cousin’s, she’s the local fascist secretary. Can I go there?”

My cousin said the same: “I usually go with her, or to my mother’s, would you let us go there?”

They told us we could.

I got home and Mafaldo Chiessi, who was also an antifascist

and in charge of communications between Reggio and Milan, told me:

“Are you joking? You can’t stay here. Tomorrow they’ll torture you.

Today was only the beginning. Things will be different tomorrow, trust me. Don’t think that they won’t come to get you.

After what happened you must run away”.

My poor father at some point said:

“I have four children, but I have to admit I don’t know them.

I never thought that you were…”

That’s because we had been working in absolute secrecy.

Even my boyfriend didn’t know what I was doing and his mother or his brother-in-law never told him.

Secrecy was vital in order to survive; there was no other value but this.

My father went on: “So now you’ll leave, too.

I have a son who’s been away for a year now, and I don’t know where he is and if he’s alive.