"He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him
over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an
expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come."
quiet on the Western Front. Erich Maria Remarque)
My grandfather has come back!
My grandfather, PIETRO BERTOLINO, born on July 12 1889, was
killed by fascists on November 1931 in Turin Italy on a city bridge.
His murderers threw him into the river.
Then, they forced his wife to testify that he committed suicide. In this
way they succeeded for decades in stopping his voice, in cancelling the
memory of what happened.
My grandfather had the courage to oppose arrogance, to denounce injustice.
He fought against the dictatorship and he was killed.
Already, during his youth he had experienced the violence and sorrow of war: the useless Libya-campaign against
Turkey (1911-1912), the gloomy First World War (1915-1918) on the Lana
always weapons, always death and destruction.
He saw soldiers dying to satisfy the whims of powerful people, he saw his friends disappearing in the fog of the trenches of the Great
And, after all that: fascism, violence, tyranny and lies again.
How could he live through all this, without doing anything?
Today, his murderers have disappeared from history,
Today, nobody remembers their names,
Today, their regime is only an unpleasant page of our history.
My grandfather, instead, is back again.,
You can see him as he
was, on the day of his marriage.
Everybody in the world can see him now.
Everybody can read his story.
His murderers did not succed in stopping him.