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they were eating - we didn’t know what that was, chewing gum -

and you couldn’t hear them walking by as they had rubber under their shoes, while we made so much noise.

We went in from San Pietro and reached the centre.

Then we set up some outposts.

I went to eat with my unit and others

in a restaurant in Prampolini Square, where we had… a thin soup.

We were poisoned by all the cheese we had been eating.

We had eaten cheese and bread or bread and butter for months,

even though I was luckier since I was always moving around, on the hills, in the lowlands.

We would be eating with the families then, and that meant enjoying a totally different meal.

During the night we set up an outpost in Santo Stefano,

with our headquarters at Pecorari’s, a bicycle producer.

The following morning I told the others I had to leave

for a couple of hours to go to the central headquarters. It was a lie.

I went to visit an uncle who lived close by, borrowed a bicycle and went home.

Near the Via Emilia, they had known about the Liberation before.

When I arrived at home, in Cella, it was 9:30 or 10, and they had just found out.

I was one of the first partisans who had come back.

It was a disaster.

I couldn’t stop crying since I had always been very sensitive.