Another siren.

Another siren, it lasted two hours but there was no shooting.
At 11:00 at night while we’re sleeping, the siren goes off again. After 30 minutes in the shelter it is over. When will this damned war end?

At 11:30 the siren goes off for 15 minutes. On the same day at 2:00 it goes off again for 30 minutes, they were in the vicinity of Munich.

While we’re eating the siren went off, we go to the shelter and were there for less than 15 minutes. After 10 minutes, all hell broke loose for an hour and a half. Thank God no bombs fell near us, but Munich was reduced to shreds. Hardly any of the streets have working trams, but the factory I work in is still intact! Let’s hope… it wasn’t hit!

It’s been a year today! A year apart from my darling wife and dear children. One year ago today, the Germans tore us from our beloved families, while they stood by in tears. I wonder how many tears my poor Carmosina shed after being left alone! I hope I will return soon, so I can make them forget all the hardships they endured during my long absence!

Winter has arrived, it rains continuously and it’s cold. In the morning we wake up at 5:30 (it’s 4:30 Daylight Saving Time) and we don’t get out of work till 6:30 when it’s already dark. I am beyond tired of this. If I didn’t love my wife and kids so much, I wouldn’t be able to bear this. They are the only reason I put up with this, praying to God that one day I’ll be able to return home and make them happy! Today I met up with Alberto DeCristofaro again, I begged him to include news of me when he writes to his wife, he said he would. I believe my wife, more than anyone, must have received news from me because I always wrote to her from many places, I write any chance I get because the only joy I can give my dear wife is to send her news of me, so I write and send news through others.

The siren went off again today but not for long.

The siren went off at 10:30, it was over by 11:15. At 11:30 the siren went off again and this one wasn’t like the last one. The shooting started after 5 minutes. We’re in the basement as usual, while they were bombing I feel asleep. At 1:10 it was all over and we went out to eat some lovely potatoes, our daily lunch.

The men from Fasanerie-Nord didn’t come to work today. Apparently the bombs were efficient because the station, which has been hit many times before, was reduced to a pile of rubble this time. Tracks and train cars are scattered everywhere. These American aviators have very good aim.

It’s cold, it seems like winter here. Back in Casale it’s still summer, you can go out without a coat and there is fruit on all the trees. Actually, this is the best month of the year because there are figs and many other kinds of fruit. And here? What a miserable life! Here there is nothing but work and slavery!