Savona, May 13, 1945, approximately 17 hours. Colle del Cadibona, 142 km, a group of Communist partisans is making one of the most brutal massacres of the civil war known as the massacre of the bus of death.
During the massacre of 39 unarmed men, a young Republican official flees, pursued by a partisan.
reached, will the same fate of his companions in misfortune. Here's the record, based on testimonies of some seventy kids today, this desperate attempt to escape.
Dirty blood, not his but of his comrades, wearing only a shirt open and flapping, barefoot, no pants, the young man ran out of breath, like a hare ... the air in the lungs burned, his eyes went out of their sockets as he ran, with a strong dose of adrenaline in the body, then, was the one who supported him In his desperate flight. 
empty stomach, the bruises on the body, the pain from the beating taken by the ruthless partisans were far away things, removed, forgotten ... now had only one categorical imperative: run, run and just run away from those murderers, from what they were by his comrades, in that little valley on the curve of the road Cadibona, above the tunnel the train line Savona - Fossano - Torino.
Mario Molinari, the famous last name, for an alcoholic beverage produced by his family, just 20 years, with a very strong will to 'live out of many others, ran, as he had never in his life ... not to win a medal, but to save their lives. empty stomach, the bruises on the body, the pain from the beating taken by the ruthless partisans were far away things, removed, forgotten ... now had only one categorical imperative: run, run and just run away from those murderers, from what they were by his comrades, in that little valley on the curve of the road Cadibona, above the tunnel the train line Savona - Fossano - Torino. 
Mario Molina, a lieutenant of the GNR (National Republican Guard), was killed die like the others, accompanied with the lead, because "Republican", so called it contemptuously his guards, police auxiliary partisans. The boy had caught the fleeting moment, he was able to take advantage of an unguarded moment of his executioners, gave a shove to the nearest tug to that other that kept him and then ... like a damn that came out of hell, he went up the valley, crossed the grass on a slight hill, take the paved road to the center of Cadibona
... Then from there 'who knows? he asked for help, he would lose track, it would be afforested between the trees or in some shed ..
was important to get off the line of fire of STEN submachine gun, which was massacring a group of republican prisoners in groups of two by two, who were forced to kick into the valley below, while higher up, in a high position, two other partisans fired on a couple of men who fell like puppets nell'avvallamento.
Mario Molinari, ran, without stopping, without looking back, with straight hair with terror, hoping to regain freedom 'and to live again ... but came from behind her ears, more and more' distant, rhythmic noise automatic weapons.
A, to be exact, it was terribly recognizable: the STEN, classic British manufactured automatic weapon, much used by the partisans, simple, handy, light, given the partisan through Parachuting allies.
While Molinari ran like a madman to Cadibona, the STEN handled by a BD, was doing "cleanup" in the valley, filling it bodies, sawn in two by bullets, 9 mm. Parabellum. STEN were placed in the magazine of the 32 bullets, which assured him a moderate range.
The Executioner armed with Sten, never stopped, except for changing the magazine of the gun and wait for his companions, he gives him a kicking and punching on the firing line, the human targets, again pairs, for economy and to halve the processing time. Meanwhile
Molinari ran every meter and covering for him was a source of huge relief. Unfortunately, he did not know that one of the most 'fierce and willing executioners, was about to get on his trail.
To better achieve this, the executioner stopped a malincuore di sparare e sempre il B.D., inforco’ una bicicletta e pedalando con forza, arrivò in vista del fuggiasco e pigiando sui pedali lo raggiunse.
Il giovane tenente sentì uno strano rumore alle sue spalle, come di un corpo metallico che cade (era la bicicletta che il B.D. aveva abbandonato in corsa) tuttavia non si voltò e continuò a correre… poi percepì dei passi veloci e un respiro affannoso, sempre dietro di lui…
Continuo’ a non voltarsi, fintanto che a sorpresa, un corpo pesante di un uomo, non gli volo’ addosso e lo schiaccio’ letteralmente sul selciato.
L`impatto che subi’ fu forte… e molto doloroso, ma assai piu’ dolorosa was the surprise ...
Molinari believed to have escaped his pursuers, even thought that they would not have even tried to chase him as they were too busy trying to slay his companions in misfortune.
The nose and chin, because of that violent tackle, slammed on the pavement, resulting in a severe hemorrhage, the blood running down his glaringly bare chest ...
"I got you bastard, now you must die, like the others ... come with me .... "He was panting and foaming hatred
the BD, while screaming these words in the ears of Molinari.
His breath smelled like a drunkard. Evidently she had plenty of drinking, to give more ' courage in carrying out his duties as Executioner. In order not to lose him, grabbed him by the hair and the tugging, bending his head towards the ground.
Poor Molinari, so 'bent over, wearing a dirty shirt and dirty with blood, trying desperately, his hands tight on the wrist of the criminal, to alleviate the tight and tugging, but it was useless.
both for his weakness for the shock suffered in the disastrous fall, and for the disadvantage that his body had taken in that moment ... also a partisan who had chased, caught and reached roughly, was burly, extremely violent ways and was determined not to be cruelly more escape 'his prey ... so get cheat'. ... amazing, a boy, also.
While the poor lieutenant of the GNR was dragged, literally by the hair, by the way, in the opposite direction to that in which he was trying to flee, losing his nose and lips split a stream of dark blood, which fell trickling on the road Cadibona, leaving a trail, a dark red, endless, endless as it was the pain that tortured him for not being able to escape from those murderers, to be completely alone and abandoned, for not having any help. Despair over 'black attacked him' and the tears gushed from his eyes ....
Came running from the scene of another massacre partisan, who had come to give manforte to BD, but his presence was useless, now the poor Molinari was in "the finishing straight" to the place where he lost his life to work a partisan firing squad ...
The two partisans, with their poor victim, always close to the hair, pushed to kick in the pants from the second partisan just arrived, they continued to walk, for it allowed the situation to reach the place chosen, where meanwhile, continued with meticulous care and maniacal achieve the final solution for the Republicans. The arrest of
Molinari, do not pass' unnoticed.
Nelle prime case di Cadibona, che il giovane cercava disperatamente di raggiungere, alcuni abitanti avevano assistito alla scena e provarono anche ad avvicinarsi, ma furono sconsigliati dai mitra puntati dei due sgherri.
Anche un ufficiale partigiano, non garibaldino e quindi non comunista, vide la scena inumana.
Si avvicino’ per chiedere spiegazioni, ma anche in questo caso, il B.D. sollevo’ lo STEN in modo significativo, verso lo stomaco dell’intruso che dovette desistere da qualsiasi azione e vide i due che trascinavano il prigioniero nudo e crudo sin dopo la curva…
Provvide poi a protestare con il locale CLN, Comitato di Liberazione Nazionale per quel gesto, ma urto’ contro un muro di rubber. However
discharge 'the partisan command was fully aware of what happened. Even two boys, hiding behind a bush attended the scene but were terrified and petrified kept the film of the massacre in their minds for all the years to come. They now have just over 70 years and have not forgotten what they saw and they told me.
roberto nicolick
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