Today was Liberation Day in Italy.

So far this is the most discussed festivity in this hell of a country. I guess many of you around the world have got a Liberation/Freedom day and that it is not easy to talk wrong about it.

In Italy people's trying to rewrite history, even if it is so recent that Partisans are still living to tell Fascists wrong.

Anyway. I want to present you one of my favourites partisans (must I say heroes?).

Dante Di Nanni was 19 years old when he was wounded during a bombing action against the Nazi's Radio Station in Turin. He was carried home by his fellows and left in an empty house. When Fascists and Nazis found him he fought them all alone for three hours killing many of them and destroying their vehicles. When he finished all the bullets he went on the balcony and jumped so they were not going to take him alive and torture him for the names of his fellows.

He was not one. There were many others like him. They brought freedom to this country. And I'm not going to shut up and listen to assholes say that they were the same as the Fascists who died to support the Nazi occupation. I refuse!

Here are the words used by an Italian band, Airesis, to describe the history of Dante Di Nanni.

(the words under quotations are from Giovanni Pesce's book "Senza Tregua")

Dante lays on the bed and breaths fast

with six bullets in his body and counted minutes.

Di Nanni is home alone and standing still he waits

with a hand he holds on his life and with the other on his Sten.

In San Bernardino's street shines the blinding sun of a Turin on his knees

smelling of May's blooms.

Someone told on and in the police office they got the news that the Gappist was blindend inside

and the fascists are coming.

Dante understands and he knows that time is almost over and everyone made a choice and time will judge it.

Di Nanni understands and he knows that if they take you alive, you tell or you die.

In the street sounds of screams and noise of steps, a bomb explodes and erase day's outline,

the heart rumbles over tommy-guns, because that's the sound of a dream dying slautered.

Honor to whom made a choice, that's the one to choose a side, not watching from a window, but play life and death, today we write history! And over the walls of each city, four words in blood "Lottare per la Libertà"

"In the magazine there are only twenty bullets left

Di Nanni takes one and puts it in his pocket then he takes aim between the fence and shoots.

One, the first Nazi falls, the second was missed but not the third.

Now they shoot from the street, from the tower bell and the houses around. They're over him, he's got no way out.

He takes the last bullet from the pocket and loads it in the gun, maybe it's the time to end it all.... And while they all are shooting he looks at the tower and waits, when it's the right time he carefully takes aim and shoots, the last Nazi dies.

Now, there's nothing left to do.

So Di Nanni gets up and on his feet he waits his bullets. But around there was only silence.

That's the moment when he close his hand in a fist and jumps all alone."