European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)

Everything was clean, clean, clean, there was neither a fascist nor a German, nothing.

At the outskirts of Parma we met other partisans,

they told us that there were snipers and to be careful.

As we were there, a jeep of Americans came from the direction of Reggio Emilia.

We shouted at them to stop

and told them that there was a group of Germans there who were annoying us.

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.