Today I was searching something into my ordered chaos. Pulling a drawer with more force than the necessary it has fallen on the floor seeding its content all around. It was the drawer I’m used to call “antiquities drawer”. There were old documents. My first assumption letter, my old work booklet, the military dismissal, some newspaper cuttings, some photos and my reports of the primary school. Reposts made with grey recycled paper with names and marks written with black ink with a pen nib. The photos when I attended the first and second elementary school. How many faded memories. The three boys named Mario, it was an usual name during those times, Antonio called “little spot” because of the ink spots always present on the pages of its notebooks. All around our old teacher with black aprons and blue ribbons.
Then my eye has been put down on the shaded background. There was a wide billboard hung at a wooden pole like a land map. At first I did not remember what it was but only a few seconds later I well remembered the billboard who showed the shape of gun shells, antipersonnel mines and shrapnels. I remember very well a little red hand bomb. At the eyes of a chid as I was it seemed more a tomato or a red apple instead of a dangerous thing. “If you find them, don’t touch” were written on top! I was born on 1947 only two years after WWII and there were many war surplus.
It returned to my mind a boy, only a little older than I was. He lost the ring finger and the mean of the left hand playing with a bullet of a machine-gun. When he raised its hand seemed to made “corna” a famous Italian gesture and we laughed a lot.
I have not been able not to think to all boys, all around the world, who can meet them on their play roads.
Still some months ago near the railroad station of my town, during one digging, was found a 250 lbs aircraft bomb. After sixty years!
Also for this I would want that it is possible to settle controversies with mediation instead with war. But I think it will remain only a hope.