The story
It was a trip made in passing, or rather a return to this magnificent Sanctuary, and the emotion was as intense as the first time. It looks like a little hill, but as you get closer you grasp the full might of what turns out to be a real mountain full of tombs. Dead with names and dead without, an entire army, yet all PRESENT, reminding a country like ours — where we remember we are all Italians only if we win the football World Cup — that there is only one HOMELAND, and it is Italy.
The journey's photographs
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