A Bettola
was coming down at night and I was ready to go to sleep
birocciai and displaced persons returning to the curfew
to seek shelter in the mountains was the '44 Reggio
the night of St. John the patrol discovered three
partisans have come to destroy the bridge.
The partisans killed a German, but another has raised the alarm
the SS command decided to make a copy retaliation
the night armed with machine guns the soldiers went house to house
had orders to kill all men women We were woken
and children, gathered in the kitchen then fired a volley
I fell between the grandfather and grandmother covered by our blood
the soldiers had brought gasoline and set fire to the houses
with fatigue but I have managed to reach the window and let me fall
but the house was burning and would fall
on me like a blow
is very difficult to run away
eleven years with the throat wound
heard the screams and the gunfire mixed
and beasts mad
neighing and the voices of the officers
metal and felt the heat of Fire
I have found only in the morning
wound burned but alive
the postman put me on the bike and
brought by relatives in plain
are healed and then the war is over and the Germans if they are
parties but for many years I wanted to see the shots and I went out
voice.
Now I live a good life and grandmother of many grandchildren
but sometimes I wake up with open eyes in the dark and I see the
Bettola in flames ...
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