Here I share what I wrote about my family in Italy during the second war world. I felt so touched by writing the stories of my father and what I learn from my family.
After seeing the pictures of Freedom 75 years in the website, I feel that I would like to share my father’s childhood.
My father born in 1933 in a small village in North Italy. Few years later the second war world started and there were intense years of lack of food and abundance of cooperation between the villagers. My father told me how my grandpa shared the oven to bake bread and fight against fascism in this way. Sharing with everyone who needs it without caring of the rules.
I was always touched by the story of how my father was proud of his mother: one day a soldier speaking a completely different language came into their house, seriously injured and how my grandmother managed to help him. He could have been the enemy but my family did not care about it, my grandmother only saw a human being needing help.
Freedom is feeling that there is space in yourself to have compassion for anyone, who is different and who is similar. It is about doing what your heart tells you. Roberta Colombano
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