European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)
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I was six years old and the teacher demanded that all newcomers greet with the characteristic fascist raised arm salutation.
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Subconsciously, I immediately sensed the pressure of something foreign and hateful and I didn’t want to raise my arm in the fascist salute.
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Upon the teacher’s persistence that I must salute, some sort of childish impetuosity, a stubborn anger arose in me.
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Nothing could make me raise my arm.
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Eventually, because he insisted, I raised my arm, albeit in childish wounded vanity.
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The teacher was standing over me and he gave me a hard slap.
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That was my first encounter with fascism. I was a six year old fighter.
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My second encounter was about two years later when my father took me to Trieste.
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Of course we walked from the town of my birth, 30 kilometers.
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I so wanted to see the city for the first time in my life.
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I was fascinated with the palaces in Trieste, especially on the Via Carducci, the main road.
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I asked my father to tell me what was what.
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At that moment someone wearing a fascist uniform spat in my face
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and threatened to bash me in the face if he heard one more such obscene word.
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Even though I was just a child, this was the moment when fascism instinctively emerged within me in the form of identification:
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everyone and anyone who spoke the Italian language was a fascist.
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So, the beginning was quite traumatic.
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On the one hand it was unjust to me, personally, because I was incorporated into the persecution of Slovenes.
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Also to my family, which was also exposed to various elements of harassment where they lived and worked.
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