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So one of them turned around,

set the firegun in place, pointed at where we'd told him,

put the bomb into the mortar and after the "cim cim tac"

they'd disappeared, we didn't hear anyone any longer.

He must have hit them.

So we came out and there was nothing left.

We said goodbye to the Americans

and went back to Reggio Emilia where we arrived at midnight.

We put our stuff down and after a while a guy came in

and told us there was someone looking for Francesco. "Who is Francesco?"

I heard it but needed a while to understand as i was called "Volpe" since month ...

"There is a man looking for Francesco."

I went out ... it was my father.

We had never coped well because he was very strict but then we hugged.

He had looked for me a lot, he told me.

They told him I was there but he believed they were saying so because I was dead.

"Come on, we're here, let's go!" and then he said:

"Now I'm going home, I tell your relatives and then you come home and eat with us".

Yes, sure, eating with them, they didn't even have food to eat for themselves!

Everything took a good end.