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ITALICO SANDRO MUSSOLINI
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

See you tomorrow, girls!

MILAN, MAY 1938

No, don't run or I'll look bad. Come on!

Liliana, sorry. Come.

I want to set up your bud.

-That's it.
-Thanks.

Maestra Cesarina, do you have children?

No, I don't.

I'm nubile.
But fortunately I have you, girls.

And I love you as you were my children.

But Mom has the others.

True.

So it means I love you
more than the others.

-Liliana.
-Dad!

-Hello, Dr. Segre.
-Hello.

How did it go today? Were you good?

Sure, very good as always.

Shall we go?

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye, Maestra Cesarina.
-Bye, Liliana, see you tomorrow.

In Milan, at school, Liliana waited
all morning for that moment.

The time when your father would arrive
and take you by the hand.

Before the racial laws I was just a girl.

In a small family.

Petty bourgeois, lay.

So it was a Jewish family

but with no particular rites.

Or particular friendships.

I didn't even know I was Jewish.

NAPLES, JUNE 1938

Guys, it's ready in half an hour, eh!

Okay, Ma'!

Let's make the teams then.

There are five of us, but four Kahns.

-You go play with them and that's it.
-Okay.

In Naples
Tullio loved the streets of Vomero Hill,

the sea and soccer matches
against the Kahn brothers

with whom he'd share far more
than passion for football.

We were a bourgeois family

composed of Dad, Mom and five siblings.

And I was the youngest.

We were a peaceful family, if you like.

PISA, JULY 1938

In Pisa Guido had a dream.

To become a man like his father,
good and brave.

And with his dad he'd discover

a child's courage could be bigger
than an adult's.

Come on, Augusto!
Why don't you come work here too?

-Why are you still in Rail?
-Rail is a safe job.

It's nice, but we'll have to see the end.

And you like trains, don't you, Guido?

Uncle, but writing is gold, right?

When it's there,
I will consider working here.

-Nice.
-Good work, Uncle.

Most shops used to be Jews'.

That included my uncles' shops,
let's say my family's.

It was my gran's shop, but family.

ROME, SEPTEMBER 1938

In Rome Lia really loved reading
children's books and making up things.

She was a good singer too.

Lia, will you do this homework?

Yes, now I will.

Enough! I'm switching it off.

No, no, wait! Let the song finish.

No, no.

Dad's coming. Do the homework and fast.

Okay, then I'll finish it at home.

I know anyway.

For sure.

And what can you do, Signora?
Lia is better than the radio.

I belonged to a bourgeois family.

Let's say, quite well off

with Jewish values.

But it wasn't completely observant
apart from tradition.

It being quite an informed family

I picked up on anxiety
even before the racial laws.

World Jewishness was,

during 16 years and despite our politics,

an enemy irreconcilable with fascism!

One needs a clear,

severe,

racial conscience

to fix not only differences

but very clear superiority!

On 5 September 1938,
in Tenuta di San Rossore in Pisa,

King Vittorio Emanuele signed
the first decree of the laws

to forbid in a few months Jews
from performing most jobs

and especially Jewish children
from going to school.

It's the start
of an out and out persecution

of 50,000 Italians' civil rights
whose only crime was being Jewish.

It's a disgrace! A disgrace!
It's impossible!

I don't understand.
I don't know what's with Mussolini.

Where are you going, eh?
Amedeo, won't you talk?

And what can I say, eh?
And Mussolini was different before.

Mussolini is Mussolini!

What's got into you? He's Hitler's ally!
What were you thinking?

The Germans didn't ask him
to do what he's doing!

It's his initiative, his idea!

-Enough, leave me in peace!
-Yes, go, go. Go!

Roberto,
you shouldn't take it out on your brother.

What's he to do with it?

Yes, but that's too easy!
Now what will we tell Liliana?

What happened?

Huh? What's up, what did I do?

Nothing, you did nothing.

Listen,
maybe you'd better talk there a minute.

To understand
the terrible impact of the racial laws

towards those guys of '38

you also need to understand
the betrayal they suffered.

They were Italian,

deeply immersed
in the culture of the time.

They were boys feeling fascist 100%.

And overall,
their Jewish culture was just marginal.

But the introduction of the racial laws

throws their Jewishness in their face.

They make them feel Jewish
because others force them to.

The State Central Archive, in Rome,

is almost bursting
with notes and texts by Mussolini

relating to the anti-Jewish law writings.

It's clear this person
who applied himself, studied,

and the laws that finally came out,
given that he's the dictator,

are the fruit of work and a considered,
if we can use this term,

"serious" and deep thinking
from his point of view, obviously.

From October 1938

Tullio Foà, Lia Levi,
Guido Cava and Liliana Segre

will no longer be children
like all the rest.

-They expelled you.
-Expelled?

You cannot go back to school.

-What did I do?
-Nothing, you did nothing.

It's the…

The government made laws, new laws,

prohibiting Jewish children from going
to school with the others.

But why me?

We're Jews, Liliana.

Yes, but so what?

I'm Italian.
Did they expel Italian children?

Not Catholic Italians,
who they call "Aryan".

The word "expelled"
from the elementary school,

where I was in first and second year,

was very bad news.

I could hardly bear it.

Because even a child knows

being expelled from school
means you did something bad.

And I started with that question

"Why? Why? Why?"

that I could never answer.

I still can't.

It doesn't make sense.

Does it mean we are worth less?

For them.

Not so. Not so at all.

For me you are worth
the same as all children, more, in fact!

What'll we do now?

Now I'll see and find a school
that takes Jewish children too.

But you won't see Maestra Cesarina again.

How can we tell her?

She likes me so much.

JEWISH TEACHERS AND STUDENTS
EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL

FROM THE 16TH OCTOBER

THE FATHER AND THE MOTHER
DO NOT BELONG TO THE JEWISH RACE

The racial laws took us all by surprise.

After a bit of muttering
I heard at home, my mother

took me aside and said,
"I have to talk to you".

The whole talk was
that I wouldn't go back to school.

There, that was the start of my upset,
albeit unaware.

"From tomorrow
you two won't go back to school."

I was eight, my brother 11.

So I said, "But why, Pa?

We studied a lot, we got good marks.
Why won't we go back to school?"

"Because. Just because, okay, you won't."

The children do not just have
to bear this new reality striking them.

They also see their families
plunge into chaos and desperation.

Isn't it nice, Guido?

Augusto, what's up?

Augusto?

-I don't know how to say it, Cinzia.
-Come, Guido.

You stay with the little one, eh.

There, with your little sister.

Augusto, what's wrong?

I lost my job, Cinzia.

I was fired this morning. Laws.

But Rail can't.

Yes, they can fire me. Must, in fact.

And soon there'll be no more
school for Guido.

The office boss called my pa and said

"Cava, I'm glad you've become a father.

But I have to give you…

The good news is
that you had a third daughter.

But I have to give you more news."

He opened the drawer
and gave him the firing letter.

My pa knew about the racial laws
and had expected it.

And they fired him.

-But why us?
-"Why"? Because we're Jewish.

Just Jewish.

-Pa, what's going on?
-I don't know, Guido.

I don't know.

Especially for the youngest children

the world starts with the awareness
given from their parents,

the security parents imbue in children.

So to see, without even knowing
what was happening,

seeing their parents weakened, in tears,

unable to reassure children

was the first sense of uncertainty

and loss of a child's world.

We know the great lines of the racial laws

that destroyed Jews' lives

and made them not second class citizens,
but "not citizens".

But all the minor,
even incompressible, worries

struck daily life.

I'm hardly going!

They said it other times,
but it never happened.

It was okay till then
because my brother-in-law was a war hero.

That protected us.

But now it's not enough.
We can't keep you in service any more.

But why?

Because you are Aryan.

Aryan?

I'm Aryan? I'm from Tivoli.
What does it mean?

For the State you're Aryan.

And Jews can no longer have Aryans
in service.

Over the years,
the serving lady was like family.

And for us it was like removing a pillar,

a home character.

So we experienced it
as almost incommensurable,

not possible.

What will Lia do without me?

Actually there may be a solution,
as long as you agree.

-Mrs. Colatei.
-The neighbor?

I spoke to her.
She seems willing to pretend to hire you.

-What does "pretend" mean?
-You continue working here.

But you'll go to bed at Colatei's.

-So I'll work for them?
-Oh no! You might do some chores.

You can lend them a hand, just to be kind.

You'll stay with us, right?

It looks a bit odd to me.

But if you say so, Signora, it's okay.

Hurrah!

The pact was that we paid her

but she stayed with this family
and sometimes came to help in the home.

But as it happens in life,
she got swallowed up

and identified with the other family.

And as well as the deprivation,
we suffered enormous jealousy.

Because there were other girls there
and she tended to them.

Hello.

Hello.

There were heart-rending scenes too.

Always in daily life, not big things.

But minor dramas do affect people's lives.

Children do not understand the reasons

everyone suddenly turns their backs
on them and on their parents.

As for all motherless children,

the teacher took on a special role

in my small heart, in how I felt then.

She was this female figure…

in whom I invested affection and hope.

Liliana has great trust in you.

But she's restless.

Just think, she worries
more for you than herself.

For me?

I didn't know how to tell you,
I was scared I'd upset you.

Sure.

She's a very sensitive girl.

But just see,
she'll understand in the end.

Yes, I hope so.

You're her teacher and…

And as this has to happen,

you may help make it easier.

Me? Sorry, how?
What do I have to do with it?

It's not up to me to decide
whether Liliana can go back to school.

-I didn't make these laws.
-Of course, I know.

But maybe you can help her understand,
support her in the first stages.

Dr. Segre, you try to understand me.

Getting involved in these matters
has become very dangerous.

I am a civil servant.

I also have to think of myself

and all the other girls.

It's not just you Jews.

Now if you don't mind, I must go.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

I remember
it was a great disappointment for me.

Because I expected kisses
and hugs and great pain

that she wouldn't have me at school
but she said:

"I didn't make the racial laws.
How am I involved?"

She didn't even send greeting to me.

And it was… a very bad moment.

I think there were 25 girls then.

And only two were still my friends.

They continued
inviting me to their little parties

and coming round to play.

The others didn't notice
I'd stopped going to school.

School is just the first step.

The regime wants to eliminate Jews
from all areas of public life

and all institutions,

even at the cost of paying a big price.

In fact it finally sacks
professors, professionals

and our country's
high profile intellectuals.

Like scientists Emilio Segré,

Bruno Pontecorvo
and the two Nobel Prizewinners.

Physicist Enrico Fermi, married to a Jew.

And economist Franco Modigliani.

Italian society does not protest publicly.

The King does not protest.

The other real, great and different power
does not protest,

even counter power, that is the Holy See.

The 1938 laws are accompanied
by a consensus,

or these blessed formulas
of quite high tacit consent.

The government that issued the laws
on 5 September 1938

altered the law.

And said that if it was possible
to organize, just for elementary school,

a class of ten girls and boys
from first to fifth year of elementary

they would authorize them
to go to a state school.

Sir, sorry, but I didn't…

Totò, be so kind, come here.

Can you get me a coffee? But not out here.

-Go to the piazza. It's better.
-Fine.

Mrs. Foà, we have a problem.

The law allows
forming a special class for Judeans

if there are
at least ten six-year-old kids.

Here at Scuola Vanvitelli
we only have nine.

I know, my children study here.

-Remo and Mario.
-Yes, I know.

I'm interested in the other one.
That's why I called for you.

What's his name?

-Tullio.
-Tullio.

-And how old is Tullio?
-Five.

You're quite sure he's five?

No.

He's six.

Fine, quite fine.

We'll join him to the other nine
and form the class.

If he'd been five,
it would have been impossible.

But if that's the way.

Thank you, Sir. Thank you.

-Did you hear?
-Do I have to go to school a year early?

-And I have to thank you too?
-Tullio.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Goodbye, little one.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Thank you.

All great, I was very content,

I went to school with my elder brother
and the friends

I met in our place of worship,
called a synagogue.

I had my outfit too, my black apron,

my starched white collar and nice red bud.

But a few days later
I started to notice something strange.

One.

Two.

Scuola Vanvitelli has a very big gate

and very small side gate.

All the boys and girls went in
by the main gate.

And just the ten of us, only us,
we went in by this secondary gate

fifteen minutes before the others.

We also left by this gate
15 minutes after the others.

There, that's when it was clear
we were the abnormal ones.

What are they doing?

They're Jews.
They can't do gym with us normal ones.

We couldn't have contacts
with the other children.

And clearly they said:
"They're Jews! They're Jews!"

But even they didn't know what it meant.

All the minor,
even incompressible, worries

struck everyday life.

For example, the fact
that Jews couldn't have a radio.

Even then, I thought and said,

"It isn't a broadcasting radio."

If it were one,

you could pass information to the enemy
but you could only listen to this radio.

And that did hit me, because it was like
denying children a TV.

And things got worse rapidly.

A series of circulars
increasingly hardens the racial laws.

It's a gust of discrimination
and prohibitions of all kinds.

And it doesn't matter that most
of the constrictions are totally absurd.

What's prohibited doesn't count.

Because life is what they want
to make impossible for Jews.

By that, the regime gets
two results at the same time.

One is simple and pure,
to persecute the Jews.

The other is to incite their leaving.

Dad was vice director of a bank.

And he was told that from today
he would no longer be part of the bank

because he was fired.

Dad asked for the reason
and they said it was because he is Jewish.

And Dad emigrated to Africa,
Asmara to be precise,

where it was thought
that there was work for Italians.

And because there the racial laws
were not as rigid

as they were becoming in Italy.

JEWS

-When did it happen?
-Tonight.

Cowards.

Better that way.
Imagine if you were inside.

Yes. Now we even have
to be thankful for what happened.

Franco, listen.

Is your offer to me still valid?

Are you sure? Now it's more dangerous.

-We really don't know how it'll end.
-They took my job from me. And know what?

I'll get a new job.
I don't care if it is dangerous.

Is that okay for you?

Of course, Augusto. Great!

Come on then, let's get busy.

And I don't even know why,
I just felt like it,

I picked up a shard from the window.

Who knows why?
I just felt like it, let's say.

And I put it in my pocket.

And I even kept it after the war.
I'm sorry I later lost it.

You know, cannon shots, bombardments…

Anyway I kept it,
I remember I had it after the war.

People of Italy!

Run to arms!

And show…

ROME, 10 JUNE 1940

…your tenacity!

Your courage!

Your value!

At home, Mom looked worried.

Worried grandparents, aunts
and uncles, elder brothers too.

When I went home,
I always noticed one less picture

or table or carpet.

To feed these four kids

Mom sold all she could.

We practically became poor.

But being poor is no disgrace.

It's a condition.

So Mom made a decision
after consulting with us.

To let a room.

A room was let to a very tall gentleman
whom I remember very well.

This man came.

And we realized
that he listened to Radio London.

It was practically a very important radio,

with an Italian speaker
sending strange messages to Italy.

Felice is not felicitous.

It meant nothing to normal people.

The cow doesn't give milk.

But for the partisans
getting organized against the Germans

it meant a lot.

It meant the planes
would probably parachute medicines,

arms, money.

But when Mom realized
this man was listening to Radio London

she told him,
"You can't stay here any more".

"I have four young children
and we're at the nub of the cyclone.

Be kind, you must go away."

The gentleman left.
His name was Piero Calamandrei.

He was one of the characters
who wrote the Constitution.

Who removed the seal?

Maybe, I don't know,
listen to Radio London.

That's torn it.

Do you know?

Sorry, it must have been the service lady
who hit it while cleaning.

I think it's easy to repair.

I think it can be repaired!

Give the other rooms a look.

Please, Comrade, check our documents.

-You'll see we're decent.
-Documents?

I know who you are.

Please, check anyway.

That's fine.

Let's go!

Come on then!

-What, we just go away?
-Yes, you do.

Take that and good night.

That way you won't be tempted.

Right?

Thank me then.

Thank you.

Nothing has happened.

Nothing, it's over. It's over, my girl.

There is also a form of violence,

I mean
the bureaucratic application of these laws

recently discovered
by the Anselmi Commission.

It's read in the confiscation reports.

Imagine the police
entering the Jews' homes

to confiscate brushes,
chamber pots, tools for everyday life.

There are two phases
in the ownership of goods.

In an initial period,
from 1938 to 1943,

the tips are polished off.

I mean a ceiling is placed,
quite low actually,

on the goods a Jew can own.

Beyond that ceiling
he is forced to cede them

and undergo expropriation
receiving in exchange certificates

at a rate quite lower
than the market one then.

So buying and reselling Jews' houses
was a manna for the State.

After 8 September 1943

it goes to the generalized confiscation

of all Jewish owned goods.

Very few were able
to understand the necessity to flee.

And understanding that was not enough,
they also needed knowledge,

they needed to get visas,
the documents for expatriation.

Most countries closed their borders
to fleeing Jews.

So many saw the chance to go away
denied too.

And there was also the random element,
the decision to trust a neighbor

rather than a stranger.

Because sometimes
it could be the neighbor who betrayed

and vice versa,
the stranger who helped keep you safe.

Tell me what's up, Mom.

Mrs. Foà?

Salvatore Pace, Public Safety.
Let's continue walking, please.

Let's treat this like a nice conversation.
Smile.

A report reached us.

And when this happens,
as I'm police, I'm forced to verify.

-What report?
-They're after you. Understand?

And in your position tracing you is easy.

That's the problem.
It's dangerous for you and your family.

And what do you want from me?

Is there anyone,

some friend of yours who's not your race

and ready to put your house in his name?

Your bills, the water, the light.

I don't know, I'll have to think. Why?

Do it at once.

Then you'll finally disappear.

Maybe you'll become ghosts for us.

We don't know each other.

Thank you. Let's go.

We are very grateful
to Commissioner Salvatore Pace

for helping us.

But we didn't know who he was,
and he didn't know us either.

So it was a remarkable act of altruism.

Like Marcello Magrì too,
who was a family friend,

who put the deeds and rent in his name,
even facing dangers

deriving from the penalties
the Party meted out.

After the USA entered the war,
the wind started to change.

On 10 July 1943 the Allies land in Sicily.

Soon after, on 25 July,
Mussolini is deposed and arrested.

On 8 September
General Badoglio proclaims armistice.

Many Italians think the war is over.

Not so.

Italy precipitates into chaos.

The King and government
flee from Rome to Brindisi

leaving the Italian army without orders.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers
are caught by Germans

and deported into Northern Europe.

The country splits in two.

The South is controlled by the Allies

while the center and North
are occupied by Nazi fascist forces.

When Livorno was navally bombarded,

Pisa citizens were fraught with worry too.

What have we here?

-Where is the Jewish capitalist?
-He lives there, in that house.

Break the door down!

Help!

Help! Let go!

Help!

Let go! Help!

Move! You, dirty Jew, get up!

Get up, come on! I've no time to lose!

Where's the gold?

Where's the gold?

Where's the gold?

Guido, get away from the window!

We have to go, we must leave.

We'll do this…

You take Flora and go to your aunt.

Guido and I can go
to my brother in Calci, okay?

Mussolini, freed by the Nazis,
returns to power

and is placed at the head
of the Republic of Salò

which goes from Lazio,
including Rome, to all the center-North.

While the allied forces
support King Vittorio Emanuele III

in the Kingdom of Italy,
made up of all the South,

Mussolini chooses
to adhere totally to Hitler's fury.

Those belonging to the Jewish race

are officially declared
foreign and enemies.

Jews, all Jews, must be arrested

and deported to concentration camps
in Germany and Poland.

Freedom and peace seemed to be close.

But for Italian Jews it is the start
of the most atrocious nightmare.

The Carta di Verona is a document
approved in mid-November 1943.

It holds a series of objectives
on the social field.

And its contents declare

that those belonging to the Jewish race
are foreign

and during this war
belong to enemy nationality.

At that moment citizenship
for Italian Jews is revoked.

Breathe.

Will you come out with me for a moment?

The child has pneumonia.

He must be hospitalized now.

No, that's impossible.

-It's impossible.
-Why?

Because we are Jewish.

That's why we're hiding here.

My pa said,
"Doctor, look, we're a family of Jews.

We can't go to the hospital
as the Germans would take us away."

I understand.

He's a fascist.

What if he reports us?

He starts the engine and goes.

He goes.

After barely an hour…

It was the doctor.

The fever is still high.

Here.

One tablet every six hours.

Every six hours, mind.

Tomorrow tell me how he is.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Doctor.

Back then there was no penicillin,
just medicine like that.

And for a week he came twice a day.

Morning and night.

Families have brothers, sisters,

sometimes even twins

whose destiny is sealed.

Everything will be fine, Guido.

The two Segre brothers,
Amedeo and Alberto, were a year apart.

The two were very different.

One winner.

It was my uncle.

One loser. It was my dad.

When the moment came to flee,

the hardest moment for everyone,

my uncle, now married to a Catholic,

fled to the mountain with his wife.

Just like that, he left my dad
with the two parents.

Granddad, very ill with Parkinson's,

and Gran, who was losing it a bit

over all the fear and shock.

My dad, an extraordinary son and father,

was so scarily conflicted.

He wanted to keep me safe.

But how could he leave
his parents alone? How?

The Nazi fascist forces immediately
implement their deportation plan

and choose the city to start from.

The deportations would start from Naples.

The Germans had organized everything
very well.

Colonel Scholl,

commander of the Campania region
and positioned at Naples,

organized everything very meticulously.

He even chose music to accompany the Jews.

To ease the Jewish march.

It was "Lacrimosa",
from Mozart's Requiem Mass in D Minor.

But Colonel Scholl underestimated
the Neapolitans.

Because in four days the Neapolitans
managed to quash the Germans.

Amid partisans, lads and lasses,

the Germans fled in these four days.

And, if we like,
Naples is the only city in the world

that was liberated alone
without help from any army.

On 9 October in Trieste
and 16 October 1943 in Rome

thousands of Jews are arrested

and after some checks
are loaded onto livestock trucks

and sent to concentration camps
in Central Europe.

The 1,259 people arrested in the capital
include 207 children.

But only 15 men and one woman
will return from Auschwitz.

Many in Rome manage to save themselves

hiding in those convents
that bravely open their doors.

These are the documents of a girl
who studied here

and because of the war
has not yet returned.

Now they are yours.
It says Maria Cristina Cataldi.

This will be your name from now on.

You will only answer
if they use that name.

Lia no longer exists. Forget her for now.

They gave me an 11-year-old girl's name

called Maria Cristina Cataldi.

And the best thing for a Jew is
to be called Maria Cristina--

The surname doesn't matter.

I know that for many Jewish children

this business of losing their name
was a tragedy.

For me it wasn't like a tragedy.

For me it was like becoming another,
let's say, like in a play.

Before eating, the girls in the refectory
always make the sign of the cross.

Maria Cristina, you should too,
or the others will understand.

-Can you do it?
-Yes.

Yes, more or less like this.

Just that you did it the wrong way.

Catholics do it like this,
from left to right.

You did it like an Orthodox,
from right to left.

Very good, that's it.

Fiamma!

Come here, please.

-Yes, Mother.
-This is Maria Cristina.

From now on
she'll be in the room with you.

Accompany her,
so she can settle her things.

Go.

I'm Fiamma. Do you like it here?

I don't know, maybe.

You'll be fine, you'll see.

If you like, you can sleep
with me and my sister Fioretta.

-Hi.
-Hi.

In the convent, even there,
danger was close by.

Because the Germans came
twice, three times.

And once…

I heard a year ago from a sister
who's still alive.

And once they were looking for Jews.

But they made do
with the first two floors.

Over a type of miracle,

just as they were about to go
up the third flight

where Jews were hiding, they left.

If you're in the North,

where the dominium is firmly
in the hands of the Nazi fascist forces

the only true hope is to stay hidden
or to flee to Switzerland.

My father found a system,

that then seemed a way
to salvation for the grandparents.

A permit from Como Station.

Given his age and health,

Como Station issued this permit
for two old people

where it said they were unable
to harm the German Reich.

And that's when we tried
to flee to Switzerland.

Are we there? Are we in Switzerland?

Not yet.

And from here on it's more dangerous.

It's full of patrols.

-So?
-So it's another thousand lire.

How come, another thousand lire?
I already gave you 1,000 lire.

Then you'll find Switzerland yourselves.

No, wait. Wait.

This is gold.
It's worth more than a thousand lire.

We were…

Two small, petty bourgeois
facing the mountain.

Incapable, grotesque.

My dad had always said,
"We'll never do it".

Me, "Yes, we absolutely must.
Let's go, let's go".

And I felt like some kind of heroine

on the mountains behind Varese.

Behind the smugglers who would say,

"Quick, or a patrol will pass and shoot!"

Over that crest. That's Switzerland there.

Aren't you coming?

You have to go to Switzerland, not me.

-Baggage.
-There!

It'll arrive before you, you'll see.

When we arrived in Switzerland,
we were happy.

I said, "See, Dad? We did it!"
And we hugged happily.

Not so.

Stop! Hands up!

Who are you?

Jews. Italian Jews.

Documents.

Thank goodness you came.

Our lives are in danger.
You know that, right?

What I know is you could be a deserter.

It was a terrible character.

He despised us, said we were liars,

that it wasn't true
that Jews were persecuted in Italy.

That, at the age of 43,
my dad wanted to escape the call up,

forgetting
that due to the fascist racial laws

Jews couldn't participate in army duty.

If you take us to your superior,
we can explain.

I won't take you anywhere!
Go back to where you cam from!

Please, you don't understand
what it means for us.

You don't understand!
If we go back, they'll kill us!

I beg you! Please!

I threw myself to the ground, pleaded.

He sent us back at gunpoint.

When we were arrested
there on the border…

I still didn't understand at that moment,

why I was there with my dad,

what would happen later,
it was impossible to imagine.

I was simply in my thoughts of then,

albeit prematurely aged by what happened.

But when I first entered…

Varese woman's prison,

the digital fingerprints,
the photography…

Why?

Why? Why? Why?

I had that obsessive question inside
toward the void

of why I was there.

Then they took me to Como Prison

and after,
the great Milanese San Vittore Jail.

I was born in Milan and would always ride
my bike round the prison.

But I never thought
I'd see it from inside.

The prison I saw from outside.

And after 40 days

of imprisonment in cell 202, fifth block,

where my dad and I stayed…

After standing the anguish

of seeing him taken away twice,
three times a week

for terrible GESTAPO interrogations…

Well, I grew old.

When he came back and we hugged…

I was his mom.

I was his sister.

He was my child to console.

Then the day came

when a German official entered the block

and said we were to prepare to leave
for an unknown destination the next day.

How can you look in the wagon?
How do you feel?

How do you…

How do you accept it?

What do you wonder?

Why? Who did this?

Who organized this?

They are men like us. They aren't crazy.

At first everyone in the wagon cries.

These tears that no one wipes away.

This terror of being locked inside.

And then no one cries any more.

And there's the prayer.

The prayer of those gathered
in the center of the wagon

who thank God.

We look at them in envy.

They even praise God in that situation.

Where was God?

I don't know.

There was Jewish Easter.

The family of two girls in the group,
I mean two Jewish girls

decided that for one day,
to have Jewish Easter

they could go back home.

Just one day.

Actually, they said,
"The Germans don't know everything".

And these words hit me
so I said to my mom,

"Listen, it's true,
why don't we go for a day too?"

My mother said,
"Don't even think about it".

The Germans did know everything,

because the neighbors grassed.

And these children were taken away
together with all the family.

And we waited for them.

We waited for them to return the next day.

Yes? Tell me.

Oh no.

When did it happen?

And the girls?

Thank you.

Is there news?

A grass.

They took them. All.

Even Fiamma and Fioretta?

Yes, the girls too.

The nun had to tell us.

And everybody cried terribly.

A drama that hit to the bone.

In January 1944,
the worst year in the war,

the Americans land in Anzio,
60 km from Rome.

But it will take them six months
to free the capital.

In the territories
already under Allied control

20 January sees the start of
the repeal of the racial laws.

But the road will be slow and hard.

-I'll kill you.
-Drop dead!

-I'll kill you.
-Drop dead!

-Stop! What are you doing? Stop!
-Who are you?

Get away! He's a fascist, to be executed!

I'm a Jew!
And this man saved my son's life.

-If you kill him, where is justice?
-Here.

And if you don't go away,
you'll have to worry about your life.

No, it's true!
We're Jews, but he still saved my life.

What does that mean? He's still a fascist!

And you? Want to be like him?

He was fascist like 90% of Italians,
let's say, no?

Seventy percent were antifascist,
let's say.

Twenty percent were mini fascists.

And then there were 10%
who were foolish, dirty, crooks

doing what they were doing.

Meanwhile, despite the Allied advance,

as many as 7,172 Italian Jews,
including almost 1,000 children,

are deported to Germany and Poland,
mostly to Auschwitz.

Only a few hundred will survive.

Rather than turn military resources
to slowing the enemy advance

the Nazis and their allies
actually accelerate the implementation

of the Final Solution against the Jews.

Auschwitz is reached.

Whistles, barks, shouts in German.

We hurl ourselves down
from those wagons, our legs stiff.

People who just cannot get out
are thrown out of the wagon.

And there, on that "Judenrampe",

that long since prepared,
artificial station,

you came to a world that is not a world.

You came to a nightmare.

You're part of a diabolical design

you're not ready for and you wonder why.

And then I let go of my father's hand
forever.

And I hope he also thought
we would meet again that night.

But…

we never would.

But then we didn't know.

I hope
he didn't know at that moment either.

In the first hovel…

you're stripped.

You're shaven, razored.

Your number is tattooed on your left arm.

You're no longer the one who got down
from the wagon two hours ago.

How can you…

not go mad at 13?

I saw this world…

in which order, severity, and terror

applied to every human being
as long as they remained alive

turned you into a number.

They turned you into a "Stück", a piece

just like your murderers wanted you to be.

Fortunately I looked older than I was.

Both because I was very tall

and because the journey dried me.

So no one asked for my age.

Later I discovered they could consider
me a 15-year-old

or a 16-year-old.

Because at 13 you went to the gas chamber.

A few days later
I was taken to work in a factory.

We made chests for machine guns.

It was a factory working for the war.

And at the machine
there was a French girl called Janine.

She was a pretty girl.

And though it was totally forbidden

we always exchanged a few words
in this coming and going.

After we'd worked together
for several months

the machine sliced two phalanxes
off two of her fingers.

And in the following days
there was a selection.

A terrible one, as they sometimes did
to get rid of all the sick,

all those no longer able to work,
and send them to the gas chamber.

They were moments of total terror.

You had an overwhelming fear
arriving there,

your heart beating like mad.

"I want to live.
I want to live. I want to live."

We had to line up in single file,

arrive where there were two officials.

And they…

Imagine a nude woman before uniformed men

looking at her in front,
behind, in the mouth.

Then they make that fantastic gesture…

"Go, you live this time."

You feel grateful to your killer,
you're still alive, you're happy.

Behind me they stop Janine.

And decide to send her to the gas.

It was horrible.

I became a hungry, selfish wolf

no longer willing to love anyone

or to stand distances.

I didn't turn. I didn't say, "Bye, Janine.

I love you.

Be brave."

Or even just, "Janine".

I got dressed again.

And the next day
there was another worker in her place.

I never forgave myself.

Janine didn't grow old…

because she was born.

Meanwhile the allied troops on one side,
the Soviet army on the other

advance and get closer and closer
to the concentration camps.

In Poland the Nazis leave the camps
that are about to be conquered

and start to transfer
the deported Jews to Germany.

Auschwitz is liberated on 27 January 1945.

A date now celebrated as Memory Day.

The order came to leave the factory,

and start walking.

This march would later be called
"the march of death".

And how do you walk first through Poland

and then Germany?

You did over 700 km.

One foot and then the next.

How do you do it?

If you fall,
you're killed by an escort guard

ordered to shoot in the head
anyone falling.

"You can't die on that road
with the bloody snow.

You must live."

And one foot before the next,
one before the next.

And you walk, walk, walk.

You see people die on the streets,
you see them fall.

And when I think of that girl

walking on the snow,
unable to lean on anyone,

alone, completely alone,

in that universe of evil,

who coped with everything
that happened to her,

with the things she saw…

my pain is infinite.

How did she manage?

How did she manage?
How did she manage to be here, now, old?

How?

On 1 May the Red Army enters
the Malchow Concentration Camp

north of Berlin,
where Liliana Segre is found prisoner.

The Nazis, in terror, start to flee

and try to camouflage themselves
as prisoners.

Then I saw the commander of the last camp,

a terrible SS officer,

whipping the moribund women
we have become

smacks just to prove himself a monster.

I had dreamt of revenge for over a year,

I had hate and desperation inside.

So when I saw him
cast his weapon to the ground…

I was sorely tempted.

I thought,
"Now I'll take the pistol and shoot him".

It felt like the right finale

for all the violence
I suffered and saw others suffer.

But it was a moment.

I understood I was unlike my assassin.

That I chose life
and couldn't take it from anyone.

From that moment on,
I was the free woman

and the woman of peace I am now.

MILAN, SEPTEMBER 1945

-Hi.
-Hello.

Go, go from here.

We have nothing to give.

Antonio.

Don't you recognize me?

I'm Liliana. Liliana Segre.

Oh, Lord.

Liliana. Liliana!

I knew.

I knew you were alive.

Look here, look.

It's the Red Cross card
I sent you from Germany.

Sorry, it was the only address I had.

"Sorry"?

As soon as it arrived,
I called your Uncle Amedeo.

No one lives here now,
but they left me your phone.

Come to the lodge,
we'll call at once, come.

Return and home.

I think
both concepts are impossible in this case.

At the moment you are welcomed back

by surviving relatives

and you try to start living again…

Often, even in good faith,
you are told to forge.

So paradoxically, for many,

the survival and silence that come later
are the real trauma.

Not being able to tell,
or being heard or understood.

So closing oneself in silence.

The face of my relatives
when they saw me…

It was disappointment
written on their countenance.

They were so overwhelmed before that being

so unlike the one
they imagined they would meet.

So unlike the nice little girl
of their final memory.

Was it good, dear?

Eat, eat. You do well.

There.

So you read better.

Want to play Lotto with them too?

-Liliana, apologize to your aunt.
-Why?

It was her looking at me. Her face!

Liliana, this is wrong.

Amedeo, don't worry.
It doesn't matter, really.

Liliana, dear, for the apple…
Knife and fork.

What do you know about apples?

The apple is a gift from God.

Know how much I care
about your knife and fork?

I was a virgin.

It was my biggest problem.

They had me examined,
they didn't believe it.

It was humiliating.

Nothing happened in that way.

We weren't raped. That's all myth.

We were skeletal,
monstrous, dirty, with abscesses.

Would nice German soldiers choose us?

They went with their peers ready for use.

I was also different from my friends

who thought of boys,
new clothes, going dancing.

And I caught up at school.

In private I did five years in one.

And mainly I learnt…

to stop hoping to find my father.

Listeners, ladies and gentlemen,

our great New Voices contest continues.

Many letters already arrived,
but we expect many more.

Write to RAI, Radio Audizioni Italiane.

It was post war and we listened
to the radio we finally had back.

It was a game,

They asked questions
and children could write.

So I wrote a letter
to participate in the contest

and had my mother read it.

Mom!

The contest people said
they were expecting new letters.

If they choose you, they let you sing.

Let me read it.

"Dear radio, I'm Lia Levi, a Jewish girl."

Mom, what are you doing?

We'll rewrite this, eh.

You're not a Jewish girl. Understand?

You're a girl. Just a girl.

I didn't understand,
and then she repeated it.

"You're not a Jewish girl.
You're just a girl."

That was moving.

Because first you understand things
like that, vaguely.

But that's how it sinks in.
It's a concept, no longer just a word.

Luckily, three years after my return

I went to the sea with my grandparents,
one summer.

I joined a group of boys and girls
by the sea.

And the group accepted me.

I at once noticed a boy.

We started to chat.

And I took to him.

In fact, I had the thrill
of feeling feminine.

Because before that I was a poor girl.

He saw my tattooed arm and said…

I know what it is.

You must have suffered a lot.

I know because I was a prisoner too.

I saw many like you.

He was an IMI,
one of those 600,000 poor unarmed

who then chose the concentration camp

so as not to adhere
to the Republic of Salò.

Let's go.

Yes, let's.

And so we fell in love, greatly,
with each other.

He took me by the hand
and taught me it was I

who, having chosen to return
to the so-called civilized society,

it was I who had to adjust.

I couldn't demand that
others adjust to me.

And with his love,
with his hand tight on mine

it was the great miracle of my life.

It was him.

When I entered middle school…

my emotion was intense.

Because I understood I regained freedom.

But mostly I regained dignity.

And no one had destroyed me.

And everything went, bit by bit.

And in 1947 my dad died.

My mom brought up her three children
with relatives' help.

Basically, we returned to business
and it went on.

And here we are now relating
all these nice things.

Fortunately time was kind.

Time, the great soother.

A soother, not a healer.

What do I have left?

That I formed myself at that time.

I mean, it's not that I'm like this
and there's a distant memory.

My formation, my way of life…

Even something in
how I defend myself from life

I inherited from that part.

Even now there are difficulties

just like obstacles in life,
but I think…

"Okay, we did it then,
we can do it again."

Liliana, Lia, Tullio and Guido
are children of destiny.

In the years after the war
they worked, married

and built their families.

This has been their victory
over those they considered enemies.

Liliana Segre currently lives in Milan,
has three children and five grandchildren.

On 19th January 2018,

the President of Italy Sergio Mattarella
appointed her senator for life.

Tullio Foà now lives in Naples.
His mother died at 103 years old

and he visits his siblings regularly,
although they don't play

soccer matches against
the Kahn brothers anymore.

Guido Cava lives in Pisa.
He worked in the book trade

and was president of the
Jewish Community in his hometown.

Lia Levi didn't become a singer,
she became a writer and a journalist.

In 2018, she won
the Strega Ragazzi Prize.

"Dedicated to all the children that could
not become adults because of hatred."