I, I was a child Communist , Bulow I saw him many times and each time her eyes full of wonder. The demonstrations April 25, at parties or unity, or when passing in front of his house near the Duomo my father told me: "Look there Bulow," and I took me a lot to frame the little man with small look dark and determined. And 'it was too small to be a hero, and perhaps too old.
I have an unhealthy passion for the history of resistance, especially in my region, and the only card I have is the policy of the NPC (National Association of Italian Partisans) ... ah, carry it with great pride. And 'that sometimes those books full of existential philosophical considerations and perspectives that people use as an address life (such as books Siddartha or so) things can be replaced by lighter and with fewer pages, card type PNA (at least for me, and one is always more than zero ...). I put this photo of Bulow among children because that's the place where people like him should be that great c'han his head too hard. My April 25, in recent years, the step cycle along the rivers of my land. Every time I stop in a place where blood was spilled to free, which is a stele, a stone or whatever. And I thought of in the middle of the crickets and silence. This year will also be one for you. Hello
Bulow.
Bulow.
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