A blog from World War 2

February 27, 1945

The siren went off again today. People frantically run to the shelters. It was over after 2 hours.

February 25,1945

At around 10:00 tonight, the siren went off. We raced to the shelter. After 15 minutes, bombs were dropped. We weren’t as frightened as we were during the January 7th bombing, but we were still scared. It was done after about 2 hours. The good Lord saved us this time too. People died in other shelters. I was certain they’d stop bombing Munich because it’s completely destroyed, but unfortunately I was wrong!

February 24, 1945

The siren went off again. Today, I had just returned from the factory when Domenico Minchella had come to visit, he’s going back to Italy also. I begged him to go to my home, if he manages to make it back soon, and assure my wife that I’m well and that I’ll be home soon too, God willing.

February 23, 1945

Siren again.

Saint Blaise February 22, 1945

Some friends told me that Manfrino Verrengia left for Italy. He didn’t even come to see me before leaving, but I’m not surprised since I knew him in Casale also. The siren went off again today also.

February 16, 1945

Today I went to the doctor again in hopes of being repatriated. He gave me another certificate that I will use to be examined for repatriation. I asked my factory boss to issue a permit for me, but no luck. Despite the fact that I’ve explained the situation with my wife and children, he did not want to issue the permit. I went to the Italian Delegation but they also refused to give me the permit for my final medical visit. Despite this, I will not give up, I want to go home, this time I’ll stop at nothing, I’ll try everything and anything possible.

February 15, 1945

As we were trying to sleep last night, the siren went off. We got dressed quickly and ran to the shelter. After an hour, it was over, we never even heard one shot. At 1:30, while we were deep in sleep, the siren went off again.  We ran back to the shelter again. After 3-4 minutes we were already dressed and in the street, but despite our speed, the aircrafts were already above the city. We raced to the shelter because the last bombing truly frightened us. These aircrafts were merely passing over Munich, but they must have bombed nearby because the siren lasted an hour and a half.

February 12, 1945

I worked till midday then I asked to go to the doctor. I had him give me a certificate declaring I’m ill and with this I hope to take the first steps toward being repatriated, like many others have. Giovanni Augone has already left, I gave him a note for my wife and I hope he returns home soon so he can give my wife news of me. This week, Domenico Minchella and Manfrino Verrengia will also be leaving. I hope to be repatriated soon too, or else things will get ugly. I don’t want to work anymore, I can’t take it. I’ve had no news about my wife and my children for 17 months. This is too cruel, too agonizing!

February 11, 1945

This morning, Manfrino Verrengia came by. He said he’s also trying to find a way back to Italy, and perhaps he’ll manage. Tomorrow I’ll go to the doctor again, I want to be sent back to Italy too. I can no longer bear being separated from my wife and children! I hope I can find a way back! Today, Manfrino and I took a walk through the city. We saw terrifying things. At a cemetery which skirts a road for about one kilometer, we saw some unbelievable things: gravestones, crucifixes, graves, large trees, all broken, all smashed, all in shambles, just the sight of it was frightening. This all happened during the last bombing on January 7th. Then we went to visit Silvio Grassini from Roccamonfina. I had visited him several times before and I knew the way there like the back of my hand. But when we reached the area I had to stop because I couldn’t tell if it was the right street or not. The last bombing had so drastically changed its appearance that I barely recognized it. I then managed to find the way through the rubble all the same.

February 8, 1945

Lots of Italians are being repatriated due to illness. It seems they are being rather lenient about repatriation. Before, being repatriated was like a miracle, it was very difficult, whereas now, every day men are repatriated to Italy, and I’d like to attempt it. This morning I went to the doctor saying my leg hurt, he didn’t give me any sick leave, but next week I will try again because my leg really does hurt! I want to see if I manage to obtain anything. It has not snowed since January 31st, all the snow that was in the streets has melted, it seems like spring has arrived. Last year, the bitter cold winter began in February and lasted all through March. I hope winter ends soon this year, since the cold weather began in November and lasted through the month of January. The weather has been mild for the past two weeks.

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