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April the 25th

On the 25th of April my country celebrates the Day of Liberation – also known as the Anniversary of the Liberation. On the 25th of April 1945, the CLN (National Liberation Committee, that represented the various partisan forces fighting in Italy) officially proclaimed the insurgency in a radio announcement. On the following day my hometown of Turin was liberated from Nazi occupying forces and their Fascist supporters.

It’s a pretty straightforward thing: there was a fascist regime that had got us involved in a disastrous war and had actively deported our own fellow citizens for extermination.
Our grandfathers kicked them out, and their Nazi allies.
Today we celebrate.

History is never so straightforward, of course, and it would be naive (or dishonest) to think it otherwise – but today we celebrate.
We have another 364 days to discuss, study, explore, dissect the events.
But today we celebrate.

Incidentally, my grandfather – my mother’s father – was one of the guys that contributed to liberating the city of Turin on that 26th of April 1945.

Less than half an hour ago, a contact on Facebook told me these celebrations should be banned, because they are basically Communist propaganda.
Which simply means this day of celebration is sorely needed.

And no, I will not block the guy.
Not yet.

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April the 25th

Today is the 25th of April – and Italy celebrates the end of the Fascist regime and the end of the Nazi occupation of Italy.
On that day partisan and allied forces entered Turin, the city where my family had lived during the war years.


Today is a National Holiday, and it is the day I remember my grandfather, whose codename was “Il Povero” (“The Poor Man”) and that fought with the partisans for the liberation.
He had done his part because he believed it was the right thing to do, and he did not expect any compensation – but for his efforts he was awarded a small refund of a soldier’s pay, and was then downgraded from engineer to janitor when he got back to work for FIAT.
Apparently somebody did like the Nazis and the Fascists, after all.

Anyway, here’s for my grandfather and for his generation.
And for everybody else.
Let’s put the pressure on…