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so we went to Palazzo Venezia.

Throughout the week, every night a different unit was in charge of this:

one night it was the Air Force, one night the artillerymen, and so on.

So we went to mount guard, and I remember that a new lieutenant came to pick us up with a van at eight in the morning,

and told us we would be visiting Rome for a while since he had never been there before.

I went back inside the airport. The mail had arrived and there were also some letters for me.

I went to my sleeping quarter and was opening a letter when my lieutenant,

a man from Ancona whose name was Santaroni, came over. He was a good man – he gave me a hug later –

who had come to tell me that “somebody needed to speak to me”.

It was three policemen.

The first thing the sergeant did was take the letter I held in my hands.

In the letter, my mother had written the following words:

“You’re lucky to be in the Army, since in the past few days Pattaccini, Boiardi and others were arrested”.

They were all people I used to be implicated with in our activities,

and my poor mother was telling me this openly. But that’s exactly why I was arrested.

I never managed to get that letter back. Wherever I was taken, the letter seemed to follow me.

You see, we all used to deny knowing someone, but I couldn’t, since the names were written on the letter.

Then, one morning, we left from the train station.

I had already been reduced to the ranks:

they had taken everything from me and that day I was slightly shabby and hadn’t shaved.