This is how it began… the ordeal
The December morning of that year, 1958, which marked the cruel turning point in my life, was clear and cold. The snow that had fallen in abundance overnight had not yet fallen, and the village streets seemed deserted. Nevertheless, the black tarpaulin gas made its way smoothly and surely to the grove at the foot of the hill. Three elegant civilians climbed down and crept towards the gate, which opened reluctantly, held back by the soft snow. The dog was still breaking the chain. I stepped out, annoyed and surprised to see the bold men, who, without shouting or knocking, […]