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Marco stood still. “The bell. When we blow the bridge, they’ll know. They’ll shoot everyone in the village.”

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No one knows exactly how long Marco and Elena kept ringing. The partisan attack from the woods came at half past twelve. By two in the morning, the Germans had retreated. Per Chi Suona La Campana.pdf

“Then let’s make sure they hear it,” he said. , the bridge exploded with a roar that shook the valley. And from the church tower, the great bronze bell began to toll – three strikes, pause, three strikes – over and over, until the Germans’ return fire shattered the silence between peals.

“They’ve put a machine gun in the church tower,” whispered Elena, crawling beside him. Her dark hair was tangled with twigs. She was the schoolmaster’s daughter, and she’d become a courier for the partisans because, as she’d said, “Words are useless if there’s no one left to read them.” Marco stood still

“I remember.”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me to live because I’m young, or because you love me. I know all that. But listen.” She took his hand. Her palm was cold and calloused. “My father used to read me that old book. The one by Donne. No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. Do you remember?” They’ll shoot everyone in the village

A remote mountain village in northern Italy, autumn 1944. The war between Fascist/ German forces and the Partisans has reached the high valleys. The old mule track wound up through the chestnut woods like a scar. Marco knew every stone, every turn, because he’d been born in the stone farmhouse that clung to the ridge above. Now, at twenty-two, he lay belly-down in the wet ferns, binoculars pressed to his eyes, watching the grey column of smoke rise from his own chimney.