arrived first band of diamonds and the children looked up and spotted the Stuka and the gray light of the low sky darkened as the summer arrival of the storm. The smell of the day changed and suddenly there was a burst of fire and turned back and went into the ditch, his heart pounding, terrifying as the sound of a Stuka falling perpendicular to interrupt the quiet in the countryside of a cold afternoon 24 December 1943. The Stuka rushed straight and their hidden and panting in the bottom of the ditch is protected the head with her thin arms and trembling, 'that none of them had never seen a plane before falling. Terrified they covered their ears with their hands covered with cold dai geloni e chiusero gli occhi nel mentre che lo Stuka s'abbatteva al suolo. Il boato fece tremare la terra. Poi il silenzio. Un assoluto silenzio. Storditi i bambini si levarono le mani dalle orecchie e riaprirono gli occhi, lentamente. Ma rimase tutto silenzioso, come fossero diventati sordi all’improvviso, solo l'odore dell’aria era cambiato, sapeva di fumo e di bruciato. Piano cominciarono a strisciare fuori dal fosso. S'era alzato un vento freddo e gelido, un vento che aveva il sapore della neve. I bambini stettero a osservare l'aereo spezzato in due da lontano e poi uno di loro, piccolo, sottile e smagrito prese a correre veloce verso i resti.
Si chiamava Gustavo e aveva sette anni. Correva velocissimo, una piccola scheggia con le scarpe holes in the cold and detached that his knees and ears peeled sventoline. He ran and ran and did not hear the screams of recall from the distant fields of mother Grace. He was still stunned by the blast. He stopped a few meters away, not knowing what to do and where to go but it was decided and cautiously approached the nose of the plane and saw through the glass chipped the windshield on the pilot's body.
"El x is dead?" jumped suddenly heard the whisper behind him of Steno, the younger brother.
"If you falls from so high you died. Sure." he said, almost annoyed.
" Vatu inside you?" Bepi was nine years old and was the most big, bigger than all but the Xera even the most 'Mona. Behind him were the other new arrivals. We could feel the winds of misty condensation.
Again the silence was broken by the voice of her mother Grace was calling them. This time the little Gustavo heard her but he was not going to answer no. What happened was a fact incredible.
wandered around the two pieces of hot steaming in the frosty air. They found that the queue was another German dead. With eyes wide open he was lying on a crate of ammunition used on the gun rack. There were so many cartridges, and hurried to the other said, "we take." Saw between the feet of the dead a large bag of black leather.
It was a great teamwork and passing the first cartridge belt and then the second and followed by the others and finished the job of transporting you thought where to place. Do you think that you think back, it was decided it was better to bury them. It was winter. It was safer. It was cold and no one would have started to dig. We would think in the next few days what to do, which would come shortly thereafter the German gaurnigione still stationed in the country to monitor the wreckage. Children transport via out all the ammunition in front of the big oak tree that marked the boundary between a farm and another, with his hands dug a nice hole spends his time since the earth was cold and icy and it was a job pretty hard. The basement and put a stone to remember well the place of hiding. But they quickly knew that the Germans would be there. They were always arriving.
Not even from saying that the Germans were bad mass. They were like all great, we had to do what they wanted and that silent and quiet or you'll burn the barn, the house and then you shot hip ' off.
Paresempio : had happened the year before the family Piccinin. All shot dead. Apart from that Piero was a few months and was sleeping nicely in the cradle above. He slept in the big and imagine if he had woken up to a hail of gunfire. The hunger had to wake up hours later and luckily they were all aware of the farmers nearby and had decided to give proper burial when he dropped the night and had agreed with the priest, Don Carlo, who was praying in the farmyard for the poor remains of the family when he heard the screams of the baby upstairs and s' had rushed to take it. Then he went to the farm house Meneghel near doors, whispering to the miracle and the Menghel father had looked dazed "Don Carlo Setu matt? Cossa drio you are saying? Diocan s useless miracle! The x n'altra mouth to feed "Don Carlo had taken so many oaths that for a year or so Meneghel raised the acquittal was saying around the Meneghel father. It was turned out that a couple of months if he had a family and then un'altra e poi un'altra e il Piero passava di famiglia in famiglia sempre sorridente, 'ché per lui era importante solo mangiare e sopravvivere e proprio in quei giorni stazionava a casa del piccolo Gustavo. Nessuno aveva detto niente. Rientrava nel conto che quella era la guerra e che sarebbe un giorno finita e loro era solo contadini da generazioni e lo sapevano com'era fatta, la guerra. Arrivavano i soldati, distruggevano, razziavano e e bisognava far sparire donne e bambini nei granai casomai volessero violentare tutti. L'unico vero fattore negativo era che in quella zona da tre decenni erano diventati tutti socialisti e si sa come andavo le cose tra socialisti e fascisti. Comunque prima delle botte e dei litigi per Mussolini, bisognava piantare e raccogliere e cultivate and milk and run their farms. Despite the war, ugly, violent, and desperate affamante, the farmers knew that they had made another war with hail and scorching sun and illnesses and those of their animals and their plants. Little Gustavo
rubbed his dirty hands on his pants and looked at the remains of the tail. The set itself the image of the black market. She ran to the plane and disappeared inside. Steno's
went below but waited outside and asked, "Cossa Fatu ?"
"Hush" was where the eye passed by the German Cowgirl dead-eyed the bag between your feet. Not that he did fear the dead man was just that he had never visto uno con gli occhi così sbarrati. Alla fine si decise e fece scivolare la borsa fuori. Non era pesante. Se la portò agilmente fuori. Non voleva aprirla. Ma neanche poteva portarla a casa. O meglio poteva ma avrebbe dovuto dare spiegazioni e lui detestava l’idea di mettersi a spiegare i come e i perché sotto lo sguardo severo di papà Angelo. Anzi peggio avrebbe dovuto dividere il contenuto con tutta la famiglia, con papà Angelo che l'avrebbe continuato a guardare in silenzio con quel suo sguardo celesteceleste che gli si apriva sempre un mezzo buco nello stomaco quando lo trapassava e uh per non parlare della mamma Grazia che, a parte il viso non aveva niente di niente di grazia, era dura e algida e terribile, uh la mamma Grazia era teribile .
Allora decise di aprirla lì subito. S'avviò deciso verso il fosso piu lontano, coperto dagli alberi. Gli altri lo seguirono. Aprì le due cinturine che tenevano chiusa la borsa nera. Tirò fuori delle carte e un libro ma era tutto scritto in tedesco e decise che le avrebbe regalate alla sua maestra Minghetti, che era gentile e buona con tutti e sapeva tenere a bada anche i più turbolenti di loro. Sfogliando il libro cadde una foto. C’erano due bambini. Li guardarono " i xè bei ". disse Piero. Sorrisero. C'erano alcune lettere. Anche quelle decise che le avrebbe dato alla maestra. Tanto in casa nessuno leggeva. In fondo alla borsa avvolta dalla stagnola c'era ‘na roba. La prese con circospezione e la carefully discarded. It was a piece of bread, covered with a thin glaze of white sugar. It was brown and smelled good. Cinnamon, pepper and other smells unrecognizable. He had never smelled those smells there. Never.
The smell of bread wrapped them. Little Gustavo split in equal volumes of breads and all the children took him to the mouth slowly. The chewy. It tasted sweet and most remembered the clip of his aunt Joan who was the fire and the bread and wine on the day of Epiphany. Much more aromatic and without nuts. While chewing closed eyes ecstatically, 'because that flavor was indescribable. It was the unique taste of things unknown but very good, food away that none of them knew of which not even the name was known. Swallowed and looked happy. The small but not
Gustav downed throughout the last bite, sniffed the air tonight snow coming down, "he announced with his mouth still busy chewing. He kept chewing, weird Disney aware of his hunger that he would have eaten another kilo, and the sudden desire to escape from that place hungry.
On a cold afternoon of Christmas Eve now almost dusk, just before dinner, none of the children would have predicted that the flavor would have tried again years later. Grow up. By emigrants. Who in Germany and some in Switzerland. He also learned the name: lebkuchen . And the little Gustavo if not it would never have imagined that the spicy flavor of the bread would remain indelible in the memory, the smell of smoke twisted and burned, the sound of the roar of the Stuka dropped from the sky and a pair of staring eyes.
Another Christmas and another PSlA , tradition inaugurated by Sir , which is like a cake to give to Sir.
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