In 1942, at the age of ten, I received the First Provincial Award of Ludi Juveniles (a voluntary, compulsory competition for young Italian Fascists—that is, for every young Italian). I elaborated with rhetorical skill on the subject 'Should we die for the glory of Mussolini and the immortal destiny of Italy?' My answer was positive. I was a smart boy.
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