…He saw the barrel of the German's gun, just a few centimeters from his face, aiming at him, and he heard the others with him shouting: “Kill him, what are you looking at?” Chaos was happening around them. The elite German forces did not take Italian prisoners; they shot them on the spot. That was the order. But he hesitated because;
It was September 1943, and the massacre of the men of the Italian Acqui Division in Kefalonia was underway.
Blood was flowing like a river down the slopes.
“Mother, it’s over, everything is finished,” I told myself and closed my eyes… But Sergeant Bruno Bertoldi’s oil lamp had not been saved…
What exactly happened?
An incredible story that started from the mountainous region of Kefalonia and unfolded in Stalin's gulags in Siberia, as he himself described it to us, in Bolzano, Northern Italy, where he is now confidently entering his hundred and seventh year of age.
