Italian soldiers in a concentration camp for disabled
http://www.radioparole.it/soldati/soldati.html
the audio documentary "Soldiers of Badoglio" traces, through numerous eyewitness accounts, the story of Italian soldiers captured by the Germans and transported to prison camps and forced labor in the Reich after September 8th 1943.
A story that has involved more than 600 thousand Italians: those who, after arrest and during their stay in the camps, refused to cooperate with the Nazis or the Republic of Salò and by joining the Wehrmacht, the SS Mussolini's army or in the newborn.
direct order of Hitler, coinciding with the birth of the Republic of Salò, the Italian soldiers are defined rather than as prisoners of war as an Italian military internees (IMI). This change in status was primarily a political value. Consider the Italian soldiers as prisoners of war would have meant recognition of the Southern Kingdom and the government led by Badoglio. For Hitler, the only legitimate authority in Italy was that of the fascist satellite state. The transformation in
IMI has also applied heavy consequences. As the military internees, the Italians are no longer protected by the Geneva Conventions. Throughout the period of their imprisonment, the Imi no receive aid from the International Red Cross. And for this reason that mortality from hunger, cold, disease and punishment will be, for example, four times higher than that of the French prisoners of war.
For Hitler, the deportation of the Italian military had to serve primarily to provide forced laborers for German companies producing for the war economy. In the summer of 1943, with most of the Germans at the front now, labor is scarce. In the industries of the Reich are already employed millions of forced laborers: mostly civilians deported from the occupied territories and East of the Red Army soldiers. But, particularly among the Soviet soldiers - considered by the Nazis to the highest level in the social hierarchy of the prisoners - the mortality is very high. For this Goebbels called the capitulation of a big deal for Germany.
Separated by officers, who are detained in special camps (the Offizierslager) and for the time being obliged to work, the soldiers and noncommissioned officers are quickly allocated to armaments factories, mines, steel and chemicals, but also at work in the country. In audio documentary, witnesses recall the difficult conditions of life and work shifts of 12 hours, the very low power, punishment and degrading treatment. For
officers, the obligation to begin work until the summer-autumn of 1944, after Hitler's directive on "total war". The mobilization campaign for the "final victory" built by the Führer requires an increase of war production, and then expand the use of forced labor. For the officers who refuse passage to the status of civilian workers are scheduled forms of punishment. In the documentary "Soldiers of Badoglio," we follow through the testimonies of some survivors, the story of a group of 370 officers who, after refusing several times the work required, is imprisoned in a field of punishment and rehabilitation and forced to work a factory in Cologne. The peculiarity of this industry - the Glanzstoff & Courtaulds - is to be half-owned English. Not only that despite the end of the war Cologne showing one of the cities hardest hit by Allied bombing, the premises of Glanzstoff are left intact. The same fate in another industry to foreign capital, which lies close to Glanzstoff, the American Ford.
With the advance of the Allied direction of Cologne, Italian officials used in the Anglo-German factory will be transferred to other camps, and all the inmates and their military is getting closer the moment of liberation.
But the eyewitness accounts of this story does not end there. On their return home, they are met with suspicion. Their no collaboration with the Nazis and fascists - paid with imprisonment, starvation, forced labor and thousands of deaths - is not sufficiently taken into account. The general lack of interest in its affairs for decades to deter them from telling his story with pride.
cd if you want your soldiers to write to Badoglio Badoglio info@radioparole.it
Soldiers
an audio documentary produced by Andrea Giuseppini Radioparole and Amis (2007)
a project with the assistance of Italian Fund support victims of Nazism - Law 249/2000- managed by the Union of Italian Jewish Communities
with the voices of: Orlando Alesse, Antonio Bazzi, Ceseri Antonio Augusto Costantini, Pietro Gattolin, Max Giacomini, Bruno Mardegan, Michael Montagano, Olindo Orlandi, Angelo Elder, Claudio Sommaruga and Gabriele Hammermann and Karola Fings.
by: Valter Merazzi director of the Center for Research in bondage to Hitler, ANEI - National Association of former internees, Anrp - National Association of veterans from the prison, Andrea Peracino, Giuseppe Trevisan, Dino Vittori and Roman Herzog.
Links Slaves of the XXI Century History Hitler ANEI Anrp
Short bibliography in Italian National Association
former internees (ed.), Resistance unarmed. A chapter of Italian history (1943-1945), Florence 1984
Della Santa Nicola (ed.), Italian soldiers interned by the Germans after the September 8, 1943, Proceedings of historical studies sponsored by the National Association former internees , Florence 1986
Desana Paul, The 360, Cologne, by the Group officers interned in Straflager Cologne, Naples 1987
Finati Raymond (ed.), Straflager At Cologne, Cuneo 1990
Hammermann Gabriel, Internees military in Germany 1943-1945, Bologna 2004
Labanca Nicola, Fra extermination Military and exploitation-internees and prisoners of war in Nazi Germany (1939-1945), Florence 1992
Lazzero Ricciotti, Slaves of Hitler. The Italians deported to Germany, Milan 1996
Mayda Joseph, 1943-1945 History of deportation from Italy, Torino 2002
Merazzi Maura Hall and Walter (ed.), Slaves of Hitler. The other resistance. Stories, drawings, documents of the deported and interned Italians 1943-1945, 2005 Como
Alessandro Natta, the other resistance. The Italian soldiers interned in Germany, Turin 1997
Olindo Orlandi, Internierter (internal). A Bologna in the camps of Germany and Poland, Rome 1995
Orlanducci Enzo (ed. of), Prisoners without protection, Rome 2005
Procacci G. Bertucelli and L. (Ed.), Internment and Deportation military in Germany. The province of Modena, Milan 2001
Gerhard Schreiber, Italian soldiers interned in concentration camps of the Third Reich 1943-1945, Rome (the Army) 1992
Claudio Sommaruga, No! Anatomy of a resistance, Rome 2001
- The Glanzstoff & Courtaulds, Cologne, Naples 1996
Sommaruga C. and O. Orlandi, the duty to remember, Rome 2003
head Piero, Wietzendorf, Rome 1998
Giuseppe Trevisan, Stammlager XVII A Monselice 2006
http://translate.google.com/translate?hl = en & sl = de & u =% 3Fq% http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Offizierslager&sa=X&oi=translate&resnum=1&ct=result&prev=/search 3DOffizierslager% 26hl% 3Den% 26sa% 3DG
ncomplete) list for the period after 1939:
* Oflag II A Prenzlau Oflag IIA Prenzlau
* Oflag II B Arnswalde Oflag II B Arnswalde
* Oflag II C Woldenberg Oflag II C Woldenberg
* Oflag II D Gross-Born Oflag II D Large-Born
* Oflag II E Neubrandenburg Oflag II E Neubrandenburg
* Oflag III A Luckenwalde Oflag III A Luckenwalde
* Oflag IV A Hohnstein Oflag IV A Hohnstein
* Oflag IV B Koenigstein Oflag IV B Koenig Stone
* Oflag IV C Colditz Oflag IV C Colditz
* Oflag VA Weinsberg Oflag VA Weinsberg
* Oflag VII A Murnau Oflag VII A Murnau
* Oflag VII B Eichstätt Oflag VII B Eichstätt
* Oflag VII C Laufen Oflag VII C Running
* Oflag VIII A Kreuzburg Oflag VIIIA Kreuzburg
* Oflag VIII B Silberberg Oflag VIIIB Silberberg
* Oflag IX A Spangenberg Oflag IX A Spangenberg
* Oflag IX B Weilburg Oflag IX B Weilburg
* Oflag IX C Rotenburg Oflag IX C Rotenburg
* Oflag XA Sandbostel Oflag XA Sandbostel
* Oflag XA/Z Itzehoe Oflag XA / Z Itzehoe
* Oflag XI A Osterode A Oflag XI Osterode
* Oflag XI B Braunschweig Oflag XI B Brunswick
* Oflag XII A Hadamar Oflag XII A Hadamar
* Oflag XVIII A Lienz Oflag XVIII A Lienz
* Oflag XVIII B Wolfsberg Oflag XVIII B Wolfsberg
* Oflag XVIII C Spittal Oflag XVIII C Spittal
http://www.mascellaro.it/web/index.php?page=articolo&CodAmb=1&CodArt=23377
John the prisoner. "I'm hungry, God help me"
Guareschi - Wed May 28
Books
Egidio Bandini
Taken from the May 27, 2008
Available Through the website The Pontifical Zouave
course will be the most important literary event of the whole of 2008 as part of the centenary of the birth of John Guareschi, the publication of the "Great diary" (Rizzoli, pp. 562, € 22): the chronicles of the past two years by the writer in the German concentration camps, from September 1943 to August 1945.
"8th September 1943 until the day when I saw my home I brought a notebook in which I noted carefully, hour by hour, everything was spinning through your head: I try to read that diary and found only words that I wrote then. Between word and word, between line and line, there is the dust of time. " Guareschi wrote about this period just half a century ago on May 11, 1958, beginning a "confession of a former internees" (rediscovered today by his daughter Charlotte) and describing what were the feelings related to retrace the footsteps of that diary, for the hundreds of notes, string, condensed state of mind, very original shorthand of events related the progress of the war (the "news from the front" came in with a disconcerting timeliness of lager) and a long series of letters f to indicate, with increasing intensity, the nightmare of all the Italian internees: hunger, "Tuesday January 25, 1944. Even the poets feel hunger. I like to study the effects of starvation on the people. They're all alike, men, facing hunger and reveal the baser instincts. I am pleased with myself. " John has brought home three notebooks, crammed with dense microscopic writing, from which he was convinced of being able to tear out off at least a thousand pages of reports. He brought out form, texture the "Great diary:" Tuesday, January 4, 1944. I always go increasingly convinced that Germany is strong. It can fight for two years in the territory of others. With the bombing does not end anything. The British are trying to exploit Russia, but Russia will not bend enough to Germany! News from Italy: they are now better than before. I am calm. I've never been afraid of the Germans: I am afraid of the Italians! And if tomorrow I'll write a book I will write against the Italians! The most dangerous enemies of Italy, I'm convinced that the Italians are. " A powerful portrait of life and feelings of the Italian military internees, of that group of 640. 000 between officers, NCOs, graduated soldiers and militarized civilians who had the courage to say "no" to the Socialist Republic. But Guareschi wrote that he threw the entire manuscript in the fireplace and that this was one of the few actions which never repented. In reality things did not go like this: two of the notebooks of lager were found (one with the chronicles of the main camp, the other with a collection of testimonies of other prisoners) and hundreds of typed pages of the "Great diary" were carpette be stored in one of John, perhaps as an input to the "Diary illegal", the most important works Guareschi: the moving story of a disenchanted but unequal confrontation between those who locked up by force the barbed wire and Italian internees between them, the prisoners, however, were going into camp with him, dreams, memories, dignity, pride, faith in God's story of the "Great diary," the story of what happened on time was quite different: a chronicle of tragedies and violence, death and suffering, in attempts to change his mind to the interior, relying on hunger, cold, lice, fleas, the few rags that covered bodies emaciated and dejected. A "log book" of the labor camp events without imagination, without invention, without the irony of the "clandestine diary," which tells of the "spoke Bert," the musical revues of bridge tournaments or bowling, theatrical readings , of the desire to create, in the miserable squalor of a concentration camp, the "democratic city" where it was not uncommon to see a theater with Lieutenant Gianrico Germans and other actors who recited Shakespeare and Goldoni, where the writer Guareschi recited his "Christmas Story". This Guareschi was felt to write, but to post back from the camp: this considered approved by his fellow prisoners, that these pages they had read or heard there. The "Great diary," No, his daily notes, he had kept his feelings to himself, not confided to the other inmates, were not approved, as well as the testimonies were made intimate, between the writer and who told him that. This is why John chose to destroy, at least for the most part, the typescript of the diary. But, fortunately, one of the little quirks of Guareschi has rescued almost completely the "Great diary" from destruction: on the back of the paper's former IMI 6865, accustomed to frugality, wrote notes, plots, ideas for stories and pages remained, guarding Until a few months ago, their precious contents. They have found, rearranging the store, Albert and Charlotte, along with Christian and Dotti, even if John had chosen not to publish, their importance in restoring the memory of the Italian military internees dignity and the tribute to the heroism of those men, has meant that today, after 63 years, the "Great diary" finally see the light. Guareschi wrote that this is "A story, in the final," productive ", the experts would tell stories, because it speaks of men who, suddenly, they learned to say" no! " and we took taste. Even I was among those men. At least I think so. In fact, I started with them and with them are then returned. Maybe not completely because something about me, maybe more importantly, remained in the camp. And perhaps this hardly remember myself, as I remember all the others. The living and the dead .... '. What in 1946 was a very recent, hard, harsh news, today is history and, as such, may, indeed, to be published. So, on May 30 in Cremona, in the "Festival of the story", the "Great diary" of John Guareschi, with a preface by Giampaolo Pansa, will be presented to the public, but tomorrow will come on the shelves of libraries. It will be the literary event of the centennial Guareschi, will be the most important book in the work of Guareschi, completing the "clandestine Diary" with what John described as follows: "They were quick schematic notes that should have served to remind one thousand facts, a hundred thousand thoughts I know that one day I left with a train led by men who spoke in German and another day I went on a train led by men who mistreated us in English. It was obviously a matter which had to be meddling with the war because I know that I left with the stars pinned on the lapel of my coat and went with the officer's stars pinned on the lapel of a gray cloth coat, a vaguely remembered that officer. " And the inevitable irony Guareschi does not fail to admire tile the education to promote respect, affection for fellow prisoners: "I remember the others, his companions, who split with me those days a thousand hours each. They were people who had fought long and suffered long and wandered among the barbed wire dreaming of a better world. Relegated to the wilderness for almost two years men dreamed of the oasis and the source, but their lips were parched because the water was not found that dream and fills only the stomach without taking away the thirst. It was all good people who could carry around their misery with extraordinary dignity and that dignity, when he returned home, he disappeared without noise and without marching in procession. " So far today these men returned, along with John, found in the pages of the "Great diary."
*****
Some excerpts of "the Great Diary
Guareschi. My life in the camp
Saturday, September 30, 1944. Cool - good health - friendship with the rock - fffffff (AME). I made friends with a rock. I walked a stone. Already twenty-three days of the twenty-three bedroom Novello me victuals. Every morning is a bearded captain, the captain Aloisi, with a bowl of potatoes with bold appearance and hands it to Lieutenant John. Potatoes every day, they steal their meager rations. I owe it to these fellows if they are not starving when my stomach wretched filth that pours out of the Great Reich tolerate only potatoes: Short, Novello, Rebora, Negri, Aldeghi, Malavasi, Buzzetti, Rizzoli, Andres, Angelini, Pucci, the old and Beniaminowo Vialli's Cabin 93 I have also got milk, panbiscotto, flour, milk, bicarbonate. And this is not charity and it is not friendship, is something more. And I'm pleased that the German command deny me that drop of milk and that little piece of white bread to the infirmary I spent a month in place of bread because it has allowed the Italians to give even here, where the rule of the law of the jungle, a demonstration of civility.
Thursday, November 2, 1944. Rain - health pretty well - dark rage. Nights frightfully cold: I have to sleep on the wood and do not sleep without a mattress or stove. Churchill now talking about Easter. Morpurgo, Baron, Jellinek in a week and I have received twenty parcels from three months nothing. I see them eating and smoking there in a meter. The fat bourgeois: not greet them at home anymore. I feel abandoned by everyone. What are mine? Sleep? Nobody thinks of me! Not even God!
Friday, December 29, 1944. Cool - good health. I am very sad. I have not heard, I do not have tobacco, I did not pack, I'm cold: that crappy life! I changed the cabin.
Saturday, December 30, 1944. Cold, dark, black sky, horrible! - Good health - fff (American) black! I am terribly down. God has forsaken me. Vivo d 'alms and melancholy.
Sunday, December 31, 1944. Good health. A lot of people who go to work! What a shit! Lunch at 65 with Morpurgo, Pucci, Brambilla, Coppola, Baron, Jellinek, Martini, Piqué, Celestino, Talotti. Fourth reading of the story of the Christmas holiday with 13 B and cotillion. Also this year is over, a bloody year. Another begins, which will be even worse. I no longer hope that the war is over. I'm tired of Every morning I have to think how to smoke, if I have enough to eat. I threw lost everything. Divine Providence protect me and my stuff, if you like. I'll see my baby in two years? I see my bones and I feel closer to death than life. What a wretched world. End of this pig year. Budget 's Open: parcels, nothing for five months, mail, anything from four months, cigarettes, anything, food, nothing, health, run down, small room, poor heating, no.
Monday, March 26, 1945. Covered - mild - good health - Nervous-ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff (AME). Great speeches of the Red Cross. I crack and I am exhausted by the rage! Driven by hunger to sell my last book switch from cigarettes to bread captain Finance S. I do not want to give more than a dozen "Macedonia" greasy condensed milk, but because I know and remember with pleasure my conversations, get to thirteen. Good thing I'm happy and as the popularity of 'having worked (buying bread with the paper), to keep these people happy! That hungry! God help me! The French have had the International Red Cross parcels. See the packages there, two steps ...
Tuesday, March 27, 1945. Grey, cold - good health - in bed - ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff (AME). It's so boring. Ça n 'est pas honnete!
Wednesday, March 28, 1945. Sun tenuous - weak health - in bed - fffffffffffffffffff (AME). They say that March 23 at 17 has started the 'British offensive (the twenty-Group' s Armed begins' 'Operation Plunder' offensive over the Rhine north of the Ruhr). Sandbostel come from doctors and chaplains. They say that Ch (urchill) W (Instone) said that by May 15 that Germany will be raked and Montgomery said that by April all over. Balle! Who believes anymore? I am dying of hunger and I think day and night to eat. Sunday, April 15, 1945. Grey, cold - in bed - you eat. The pig population was donated by the patient and was buried. Bales in the morning: Leipzig and Dresden were outdated, Bologna has been passed, an array of one hundred kilometers against Hamburg the Russians have started the 'attack in Berlin. Colonel with the French text makes it clear our position as "volunteer of the fence." The French voluntarily waive the first three days of milk for our twenty-five grams of milk, seven of bread, a quart of soup, eight hundred grams of potatoes, thirty-three of meat, jam percent, thirty of ricotta. French petty bourgeoisie. It looks like a camp designed by Dubout (French designer who liked to John). See what they buy! Their uniforms, caps: tamers seem like the most and waving. French North and South (as Tartarin). I weighed: are fifty-four pounds. In nineteen months I left the concentration camps thirty-five pounds of meat. Now we have thrown over the potatoes (not c 'is another) and soon we inflate bladders as unhealthy fat, so people, when we come back, will say that we stayed in Germany to make a good life d' hotel. And if we try to explain that we have suffered hunger for nineteen months and we have picked clean out the ribs el 'made us abandon the desert' s mind will say, "Imagine, with that face there." Hours 18, 10, a German captain returns to the field: it has not had time to exit the circle. 19 hours: a fire, the roar of cannons and tanks to the south and west. Wietzendorf of women are to take refuge in the barracks of the German Vorlager. They laugh. A German sentry says, 'C' for east. Bon. " To the northeast of the camp, a hundred yards, a battery of German mortars. To the north-west of the camp, about twenty meters, a battery Katiusha German. To the north-west of the camp, four feet, anti-tank position. To the southeast of the camp, about fifty yards, mortars and Katyusha. Sparano (first two) overhead and meet the Angles and bursts are over there, a few steps. Whistles, and project, whistle of Katyusha rockets. The Germans are backing the camps to exploit them as a shelter. All night long silences and properties, 's sudden, the English battery wake up and beat the three objectives. The shots seem to break out behind the cabin in front. 4 to 6 guard given the state of emergency. We are talking about with Balbiani bodies. It has the factory by way of Padua and Milan is a fan. Handed down the craft from father to son since 1500. I'm going to find it. At 5, 30 are taking their lives to the German batteries. Angles respond. Then noise of carts and trucks. It seems to be the war seriously. But how 'it is possible that the war is coming to visit? I remember it was abandoned in Poland. Bedbugs, fleas and mice. The 'fire stops around midnight, looks like a sunset: the sunset of Germany. They come two trucks of the Italian Red Cross: where will they go? Are stopped at the gate. Ranging from the French. It does not matter.
Monday, April 16, 1945. Sun - well - enter the British. The captain "Armistice" depressed. German soldiers in the field take off their weapons and curse those who fight with the Batteries and Katyusha nested around the field. The Katyusha fire: laugh despite being so terrible. Even the weapons of the enemy who loses become ridiculous, no more strength. Resistance has nothing epic. It is stupid, ridiculous. Is it possible? Three hundred, five hundred meters c 'is the war and I look at the movies. The engines seem to agricultural tractors: peace of the fields, sun, serene peace. Pass a hare. It was noon, and still shoot. From Bulletin No. 2: Leipzig is busy, you fight in the south-west of Kutno, ten kilometers from Chemnitz. Five kilometers from Bremen for the bulk of Anglo-American troops march on Hamburg. Novecentottantamila Germans are out of action until today. New Russia's progress towards Leipzig, Dresden and Vienna fully occupied. In Italy 's Eighth Army came to the north-west of Massa Lombarda and crossed the Sellaro. Great calm in the early afternoon. Agenda: reprimand to an officer assigned as a turnip evaded most of the room, for the rounding, believing that it had been donated by 'official distribution. Official reprimand to a waiter because he was opposing an officer that sottraesse from a turnip 'dorm assignment. Reprimand to an officer because he spoke to German personnel to obtain property of the Chamber of turnips. 17 arrives at an English major armored division commander of the Scottish-Canadian who has Wietzendorf taken and entered in the field. Some Italian workers to save his life reporting a group of rebels Germans with machine guns stationed on its way. The Italian flag is greeted by the English major. Disarmament of the Boche. Captain 'Armistice' prisoner (finally free too). Italian workers of the soldiers come with guns. Frisk of the French armed Germans. Last night I slept.
Tuesday, 1 May 1945. It's raining - good health - a journey from Bergen to Wietzendorf. Today is my birthday, thirty-seven. They prepare for the luggage truck departure. Mobilize all the baby carriages, the carts, wheelbarrows. The luggage was weighed down ... All have bags of food, carpentry tools, cooking utensils, grinding stones for grain. Many also of 'silverware, typewriters, collections of stamps, linen, leather, shoes, etc. ... Food. Lots of food. One has a pump 'car ... One wants to bring three chairs and an armchair, but the 'Canadian driver will not allow it. Arrival in the evening to the field of Wietzendorf. A horror! A 'disgrace. All cross-section: windows, signs. The heavy luggage abandoned before leaving were looted by the soldiers left. In the room: two feet of manure, litter is not usable, a stench mephitic. We occupy the cabin 6 of Block 2 Where 'the French were: accidents with' these were dirty French! We have never been treated so evil even by the Germans! It was a horrible joke played on us poor beggars. Here we are plunged into poverty. Bedbugs, fleas, mice starved at the gate waiting for us to recover what we have forfeited in Bergen. We are free! Everything has changed! Instead of us Kriegsgefangenen POW. To hell with the British. For the English from Calais start Negroes. For me, the Alps begin the Germans. They're all Germans! Sometimes even God who sometimes disguised by Gott, or God, and God is not our usual horrible night, amid the appalling filth. The British have informed the world that the camps were uninhabitable by humans. And then they were organized. Now disorganized, looted, have become habitable? Or we are not human beings. Probably yes, we are, in fact, Italian officers.
Friday, May 4, 1945. Wind, sun, gray, rain - acid from slop. Morgen has become tomorrow. The British are tirchietti: three hundred grams, bread, meat, two ounces, two slop crap, forty grams of butter, one hundred twenty-five grams of sour milk, four hundred and fifty grams of potatoes. Soon the Germans will not! There is talk of a referendum on who wants to collaborate with the British. It begins again? This time the 'initiative is Italian and everyone is annoyed: the dry have to decide. Unwilling to take responsibility for the Italian bourgeoisie. Still have to get used to if they want to survive. I continue in my way: No! I will always say no, in life. I learned to say no! Disclosure: Col. Head telegraphed to Rome for instructions having a hundred 'official asked to collaborate with the British. News: Hitler would not have committed suicide (III version of his death). Göring committed suicide (II version). Churchill's message to the Bonomi Government with praise for the Patriots. In Germany everything is falling apart: where Himmler and Dönitz C. ? Latest: our qualification is "free ex-prisoners." Latest news: tomorrow we go to the maintenance of English. I saw the pictures on a British newspaper, "Mussolini's last act 'Mussolini and Petacci Pavolini corpses hung by the feet to the nearest Piazza Loreto in Milan. How horrible! The woman makes me a huge penalty. They managed to make him a martyr. The 'Italian is a nation of shit. Always missing the light. Fleas, bedbugs and mice, so far nothing else. I'm beginning to believe that they were part of the 'German administration. But it's better to wait to finish.
Thursday, June 21, 1945. Sun! - Good health - British oppression. And spring has faded to no avail. The British are still harassed. The new lieutenant is a lousy villain. Our colonel was drunk as a corporal. Luling resigns as interpreter because he can not do 'without losing sight of the dignity of an officer. " The field is closed until new order for the crimes (!) Italian (some chicken, some kid got from the soldiers who are hungry!). I'm beginning to regret the Germans! The Germans are protected by the British as angels. The SS of Münster are treated better than us. Women can visit them and bring them food and cigarettes! Porca England, if not the 'Appelius had already said, I would say: "May God curse you." They canceled our sacrifice by putting us in the midst of the volunteer workers, the traitors and criminals to Porto Longone. The only ones to recognize our sacrifices were the Russians, "To the Italians, hunger and beatings as a relief to us and nothing of the Red Cross."
Saturday, July 28, 1945. Wind, cold - in Belsen. Visit to the 'hospital in Belsen. The little consumptive with huge eyes: Lidia Nicolosi fifteen years of Genoa, deported to thirteen years while carrying food to his brother partisan. Visit Italians (AP). Two Italian children: finally able to pet a baby! Women misshapen, swollen belly with the cessation of menstruation medicines originated from Germany. Women dressed well with blankets, straw bags. Five thousand women of all nationalities. I see Bergen, a city of dreams. It seems it will remain here a huge amount of time.
Monday, August 6, 1945. Sun - the atomic bomb. Jewish women prisoners, held down with one foot on the neck, were made to cover Dogs by SS soldiers. Casino of the troops. Women raped (German and also French and Italian). The word 'Republican'. Savage scenes of the Russians advancing into Germany. Only the higher up officials have value. Lieutenant and captain are graduated troops. More than anything you can say that this war with the Russians discovered the bicycle. On the radio the news of the 'explosion of the atomic bomb (and politics).
Tuesday, August 28, 1945. Sun - the lake. It appears in August. A little 'sun without hope. A return to the news: Tomorrow I leave in fifteen hundred. Anch 'I'm the one thousand five hundred!
Wednesday, August 29, 1945. It starts at 10 after a lousy night: bugs, nervousness. I have not slept a wink. Travel from normal cells Braunweg.
Thursday, August 30, 1945. Departure at 8. A Northeim c 'is the graveyard of the locomotives. I stayed in bed. Friday, August 31, 1945. At 8. 40 are in Bamberg. C 'is a candy factory that looks like a convent. How to travel the Germans in the tanks of petrol, coal. At 12 we are in Nuremberg. How to travel the Germans: the triumph of the cart. In the forest we see blacks and blonde women. Grass on the wagons. The chimneys are all standing. The station is destroyed. In Monaco the night.
Saturday, 1 September 1945. At 6, 30 Weillheim. Garmisch-A Murnau at 10. A Mittenwald, the magnificent merdaio Americans and girls. Sunday September 2, 1945. The start is at 12, at 13. 40 are in Innsbruck. Porco Moroccan and Moroccan girls, the kind only blacks. At 15. 25 are at the Brenner Pass. The thunderbolt. Two Krauts train. Italy! In Bolzano c 'is the magnificent Red Cross (Parma). Terrible night: eighteen hours to get to Pescantina. All destroyed!
Monday, September 3, 1945. At 10 am we are Pescantina. Magnificent organization of the Field Parma. Travel by truck to Parma, Verona and Mantua. A Boreham to '1. 35. We see the girls alone in the street. You can dance!
Tuesday, September 4, 1945. In Parma, at 4 o'clock in the morning. Around town, the posters read: com 'is sad to come back! Appearance. Sounds' s improvviso l' orologio: le 4 e mezza, il tempo passa! Meno male, tutto è ancora come prima!
Guareschi Giovannino
Corriere della Sera 26 maggio 2008
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