Papa went into hiding in nonna Michelina’s, in Via del Popolo. He locked himself in the attic. But in order to hide better he climbed into the chimney which ran through the attic, and which was no longer in use. The Germans would never have gone up there, but he wanted to be extra safe. Rather than just stay hidden in the chimney, he got the bright idea of sticking his head out of the top to see what was going on in the square. Two Germans spotted him and trained their guns on him. They told him to stay where he was and then they came to arrest him. I was only little, standing next to my mother, and when I saw him, this tiny man, covered in soot, between those two soldiers, I burst into tears, and mother screamed with every breath in her body: "You’ve never done anything right! Never!". But papa replied, in his own way: "I did do one thing right: I married you!". And then they took him away with the others.