February 10: Day of Remembrance
remember the thousands and thousands of men, women, elderly and children, left to die in a dark foiba, buried alive among the dead. Why are the bullets. I remember teachers, priests, soldiers, workers, students, tortured and killed by Yugoslav communist militias in schools, in the street, at church, at home. Corpses scattered mercilessly throughout the northeastern border of Italy. I remember young women tortured with hot pincers, locked in iron cages, raped and exposed to the mockery of men of Tito. I remember those perpetrators still unpunished, acquitted of murder for having worked in the territory "extra-" or never even tried. I remember the desperation of 350 000 Italian exiles in Rijeka, Istria, Dalmatia. Forced to abandon their homes, their lands, their memories rooted in centuries. I remember thousands of people disappeared into thin air that Italy, Europe and the world have pretended to forget. I remember the silence of the historians of the party and the omission of an accomplice Italian school, so that the younger generations do not know, because they do not remember. On 10 February each year, "Day of remembrance for the victims of the sinkholes, the exodus Julian - Dalmatian and events of the eastern border" I wear the tricolor ribbon to bestow my gratitude to these Sons of Italy too long forgotten. I remember. And you?
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