A Return To Sadness

While searching for unique places, where I could watch the rising dawn with stupefied eyes always eager to search and discover, I came across a rare and never seen childhood picture; can anyone imagine the wondrous joy of the first exploding emotion? That picture was taken in a town where history left its trace, and by rediscovering it, it infused gladness enabling memory to make a return to sadness... when I stared at that boyish, timid face with a sun-lit face. The huge square with a neoclassic water fountain was cramped with vendors... it flashed vivid images of thrifty visitors, neighbors, family and friends; I recall mom carrying her heavy shopping bag asking for my help, and peaking to see what was inside, I accidentally dropped my gray cap. Many decades have passed and much has changed ever since; wasn't my town ravaged by World War II? Didn't horrifying screams rise while above hovering Allied airplanes dropped their powerful bombs to target the German soldiers who had invaded Baiano by the thousands? A picture such as mine is a testimony of a bygone era some would like to forget, and seeing buildings reduced to rubble was heartbreaking; no, some were never rebuilt to witness the atrocities of war experienced by the doomed citizens of Italy; and wasn't Mussolini Hitler's puppet of vain ego who caused his country much misery?