My father was an Italian partisan.
He fought against fascism and risked his life.
But his fight didn´t finish in 1945.
His life was lived following his principles, honesty and work.
Those same principles that today are so out of fashion.
He wanted to build a better world for himself and for me.
In one way it is good he cannot see what world we have today.
A world where deception, stealing, murdering, are the new virtues, where the law is an opinion of the judge, where right is wrong and what was wrong is right.
I do not accept it, I will never accept it, that is what I owe him.