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I always feel my generation is a must deny what has been or just do not get weight.
It 's almost one of our task, we would not be worthy of the term "young".
It is fashionable to the modern, the new, the flamboyant and a pile of red stones, piled one on top, it has nothing that could attract the attention.
attractive it is not desirable.
But this time, for once, I stop in front of a monument to listen its history.
It 's not true that the stones do not speak. They know
tell many things, if you tend ear.
have the power to lead at the start, a new beginning, more peaceful, after putting in place the pieces of the past.
speak in person with the intent to take responsibility and with it the duty we have to know what happened and act because, in a whirl of idealism that belongs to me, do not come true anymore.
Nikolajewka is an excerpt of the story almost forgotten.
At the end of January each year, appears to me as a sad memory, relegated to the ranks of military veterans, veterans, some friends gathered to commemorate an event that deserves more, much more.
would require a unanimous embrace for many soldiers remained there, in the underpass of bricks of a remote village between the rivers Don and Donez. An oxymoron
grammar defines it as "tragic victory." The only Italian
for us and at the same time a great tragedy, yet another on Russian soil.
We who live image, we need to see an episode that remains impressed, it takes someone to tell us.
And that is how some men and women of great sensitivity perceived the desire of those who do not know but would like to know and have done so to give us a corner of history, to throw open a window on the past. Sixty-six years
do Nikolajewka got a piercing cry, a single, dramatic prayer for God to look down and mark a way out of the way home where you can go back to witness the ugliness of war.
Well, if I listen, I can still hear the cry and always will be for those who will go from here, from now on. In this garden
soavese on earth, today was born on May 24, 2009 Nikolajewka Monument, dedicated to the fallen of all Patrie.
But who has taken the responsibility to keep alive a piece of our history, this has gone far beyond the green meadow, formulating a thought destined to fly high, for those who can grasp it: There will be winners or losers.
Nothing more new, nothing more flamboyant.
I do not need another.
What I wanted I was shown is a project become a reality, is an octagon that encompasses death and rebirth, fall and our embrace of a brother to support those who can not make it. Nothing could be more modern ...

that I have in front of the new history, will come before this monument when I will need to remember what can men do brave.
Men tenacious and good will, free ones.