As every year, this past April 25 is due with the events and celebrations. But every year people are less and less, old partisan gradually die, or at least some people tend not to participate in these recollections. With my father I was at Agliana where he and my grandfather Magnino, lived. My brother was Treppio instead, where he was killed in combat Magnin.
Here, for Agliana, April 25 is still felt, many people are participating and sentibile the emotion that accompanies them. This year's parade has gone from all of the fallen stones for Freedom of the City. I was honored to bring my father with a laurel wreath at the monument, located in the central square of the town, and three other Magnino fallen partisans. E 'was great to put the wreath to be close to my father, in front of all the authorities and people to pay homage to aglianese Magnino Germano, Adelmo Paul and Ivan. I'd like to talk about my grandfather ... when released from the hospital a fellow of the strain of Pistoia, when she ordered the coffin to his friend Ivan Paul, uncovering the authorities of the regime, when weaving the web of anti aglianese. Or when he was head of the brigade Bozzi, or his sacrifice on the hill Treppio to save all his companions.
Then in the evening, with his friend, Gaspe, it was the turn of the Modena City Ramblers concert ... and it was the evening of oxymorons. I could hear young people singing ... 'No exploitation' and looked at their clothes, many companies in the black book of multinationals exploiting peoples 'poor'. Other oxymoron: many, many call themselves environmentalists ... rightly support the various campaigns for Nature ... but then leave the area of \u200b\u200bthe concert as one of the worst dumps. They throw on the ground of everything. Last oxymoron : sing hymns and vecchie storie senza sapere cosa comportano, da dove vengono, quanti morti hanno fatto... Insomma... una serata all'insegna degli ossimori.
Foto: Magnino Magni
