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"Samos, the island where went to war. "Valerio Palloni recalls his father Filiberto
War memories out of a drawer, unearthed, wondering between archives and flea markets stalls, and a story, with all his photos, which inevitably creates in the minds of those younger ones, who didn’t live those years, scenes, scents and locations of a film like “Mediterraneo”. It is Filiberto Palloni’s war, born in 1911, a farmer from Campiglioli in Seano.
“Images of Africa, Greece, England and Normandy paraded on television. “I have been there, my father sketched every now and then” his son Valerio tells. And then down a string of Greek words. But we never gave it much weight. “Then Filiberto died in 1992, Valerio a few years later retired. And partly to kill time, partly not to think about anything else, he turned into an archive rat and bookworm. Not without surprises. “My father always recounted to have been in the military for hundred months. And indeed, the reality is very close to that goal, he says. But who would have imagined that he had also been awarded a gold medal and a cross of merit, as well as escaping the German revenge, after September 8, in the Aegean Islands and to have later escaped from a Nazi prison camp in France and then subsequently brought to England? “. His eyes sparkle when Valerio remembers all these events: perhaps he would have wanted to pay more attention to his father’s whispers . Behind the dining room table, four crammed shelves welcome an avalanche of books about the Second World War.
But Filiberto, like many other young men, had also participated in the African campaign: left from Naples on October 3, 1935 and returned home on July 13, 1936.And that’s where he was decorated with the gold medal, that Valerio has never seen. In December 1940 he was recalled to service as a sergeant of artillery and on January 1, 1941, with Alpine hats, flannel shorts, and wearing sandals he departed from Bari to the island of Samos, on the Greek front. He would return home only on January 27, 1946. In the middle there was a short 36 day leave, the escape to the bush with all the troops there to save themselves from the Germans ( he gave a Greek shepherd his nice watch, Valerio remembers, in exchange for food and hospitality for everyone.
And those weeks spared perhaps my father and his friends to die like the soldiers of Kefalonia), then the capture by the Germans on November 22 and the transfer to France in April 1944, to work along the railways. In August Filiberto escaped, on 4 September the Allies arrived and he surrendered to them. He was taken to work in England, where due to a mining accident he was injured and needed surgery. He requested a pension, but when he came back to Italy, his request was rejected. Then in 1967 came the Cross of Merit. But the greatest desire of Valerio would be to go to Greece, to Samos where his father was. A friend of his son brought him a photo: he holds it together with another one, much more yellowed, taken during the forties and the island does not seem to have changed much. (Wf)