Siro Maracchi was two years old and fled with his mother and brother. “Before the war Italians and Slavs coexisted, then hatred…»
BELLUNO. “My mom took me, who was two years old, and my brother, who was a few months old, and threw a cattle wagon into it Pazin station, Istria. We hid in the hay and so we arrived in Trieste. It was the first months of 1946: from Trieste we arrived in Belluno where my father, who had been arrested by the Americans and then released, had found a job as an engineer in common”.
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