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Nothing could make me raise my arm.

Eventually, because he insisted, I raised my arm, albeit in childish wounded vanity.

The teacher was standing over me and he gave me a hard slap.

That was my first encounter with fascism. I was a six year old fighter.

My second encounter was about two years later when my father took me to Trieste.

Of course we walked from the town of my birth, 30 kilometers.

I so wanted to see the city for the first time in my life.

I was fascinated with the palaces in Trieste, especially on the Via Carducci, the main road.

I asked my father to tell me what was what.

At that moment someone wearing a fascist uniform spat in my face

and threatened to bash me in the face if he heard one more such obscene word.

Even though I was just a child, this was the moment when fascism instinctively emerged within me in the form of identification:

everyone and anyone who spoke the Italian language was a fascist.

So, the beginning was quite traumatic.

On the one hand it was unjust to me, personally, because I was incorporated into the persecution of Slovenes.

Also to my family, which was also exposed to various elements of harassment where they lived and worked.

Introduction

I am Ciril Zlobec,

Slovene poet, writer, translator and essayist, and many-a-thing regarding my age.

Most of all, it was the Partisan movement during my youth that affected the rest of my life.