Today I did not shit to do, or at least I'm not going to do anything .... Assupatevi this tale of Wu Ming (which does not say that I only write shit).
scraped on the wall someone had written SMRT FASIZMU with red paint.
They had lined up front. From
faces not leaked anything. Closed, absent. As the windows of the village.
The captain shouted orders to the company. The Italian soldiers lined up, rifles on their shoulders. Almost all reservists.
The officer was the youngest, manicured mustache and cloth bag gray slanted forehead.
The prisoners looked up to face their tormentors. Be certain that they were men like them. They were accustomed to death, even to his own, addicted to thousands of past generations.
other hand, looking down, feeling reflected in the mirror.
The two rows facing each other motionless as statues abandoned on the lawn.
The captain turned to the houses and ordered the interpreter to come closer.
-inhabitants of this village have given asylum to the rebel communists! The same people who last night were cowardly assassinated two Italian soldiers! You were warned! Anyone who offers asylum to the rebels, offer protection or support anyone is guilty of collaborating and pay with your life! -
when the interpreter had finished, the captain stood, the leather boots planted in the mud, almost expecting a response from the cluster of houses mute.
not a sign of life, even the air was still.
yelled: - Company! Spall'arm! A
sprawl walked the line as if only some had transposed the order and the others were moved accordingly. A gun slipped from his hand, - Order devil pig! Order! -
At that time three soldiers exchanged a nod and turned their rifles. One head of the head and the other two on fellow soldiers.
- without everyone here does not shoot no-
- Capponi what the hell are you doing! Farina, Piras, I send you all the court-martial
The other soldiers were stunned. Raise your shoulders, bewilderment.
- Captain, ground down the gun-
- this is desertion, you're crazy! -
- Farina tossed the gun or shoot you! -
the officer stood, pointed the gun to his head, the teeth of anger. The speed of thoughts oppressed brain.
-captain, left the gun if you let go of the other spoke-whistling: - Capponi, I've always said you were a communist shit. And what do you think eh? And you others?? What the fuck are you standing there?? Want to be shot too?
No one answered. The eyes met without finding a foothold. Nothing to suggest what to do. They knew only that if they disarmed the fellow would have to shoot them with others.
The men were held against the wall staring at the scene.
- the gun-
the officer's jaw was so tight that he could no longer say anything. She took the gun from the holster and dropped it. Capponi
picked it up and stuck it to his belt.
- listen to everyone, who wants to come with us, and Piras Farina I go to the mountains to search for rebels. You do as you like, but as the captain said, if it's easy to get caught our shoot you because you were watching. And you did well because it is killing people is the stuff of carrion. The three recovered
bags and put them on his shoulders.
-romagna a moment ... oh, you've put us in this situation there now and pull out! -
- no friend in this situation has put the Cav. Benito Mussolini. Now everyone decides for himself-
- and no'antri n'do'annamo? -
Farina took the box of ammunition and passed it to him - join us in the mountains -
- by bandits? But they shoot at us! -
capons shook his head - do not you worry that there is no fire-
[..]
Farina made a sign to move Capponi - from romagna .. let the three off-take the path uphill at a brisk pace, Sardinian open at the top of the track. The Roman
, without conviction, after them, stumbling and turning several times.
The other said nothing. Gestures disconsolate. Finally, one after another picked up their packs and walked in single file behind the first.