The dormitory Kesselring you think to the monument that we Italians but that stone will be built up to us to decide. Not with stones smoked defenseless villages battered by your extermination with the earth of the cemeteries where our fellow young men rest in peace not with virgin powder snow for two winters of the mountains that challenge you not glue the spring of this valley that saw you escape. But only the silence of the tortured. Hardest rock of all only with the rock of this sworn covenant between free men and volunteers flocked to dignity and not to hate determined to redeem the shame and terror of the world. On these streets if you want to go back to our seats we found dead and living people same commitment neck tightened around the monument that is now called the RESISTANCE and always
Piero Calamandrei
