My mind is on my home, la bella Italia, and my family. What will Torino look like? Will my mother still scold me when I get back? I am a grown man now and I will have lots of stories to tell her and Pistro.
Then we have a roll call. I am one of at least half of the group that is told to stand to one side. Immediately, I am fearful. What is going on?
‘You lot. You have elected to stand by your oath and not sign the Declaration of Cooperation. In accordance with the law, this group will be one of the last to leave the camp.’ Booing starts up. How can they do this? We are separated out into different quarters. This segregation repeats itself over the following days. And then, over the next few weeks, we watch with a sense of frustration as thousands depart. Of course, I am not one of them.
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