(The last chapter is coming out tomorrow, stay tuned...)
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«E questo è il fiore del partigiano»,
Oh bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
«Questo è il fiore del partigiano,
Morto per la libertà!»
«And this is the flower of the partisan»,
Goodbye my beautiful! Goodbye my beautiful! Bye, bye, bye my beautiful!
«This is the flower of the partisan,
Who died for freedom.»
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Saluzzo, Piemont, Italy 1st of December, 1943
My arm hurts and my heart is bleeding. I don't have much time left. Why did it go so fast with Matteo? At least I'll see him again soon, that's a small relief.
I'm sorry, Bella, that I'll have to leave you too. But I beg of you, continue to fight. For freedom, so no one else has to die in the future.
It's getting harder to take a deep breath and hold the pen in my hand. But I'll manage a few more lines, before death drags me off to bed. I wish I could die without regrets, but that would be a lie.
Bella, my beautiful rose with bloody dorns, I say goodbye to you. My eyelids are getting heavier, I can't go on.
Good night,
Domenicus De santi
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Bella Ciao
Historical FictionEveryone knows the song Bella Ciao. But in this story, told through diary entries, the background of the words is explored and what tragedy lies behind the lines. A small Italian village is taken over in 1943, but several residents resist. This resu...
