It was a day in early September and we can imagine it with the blue sky dominating the hills streaked with vineyards of bunches of grapes now ripe and about to be harvested, guarded by wise trees of chi and peaches, also full of fruit and promises. A calm and serene landscape, if it weren’t for the hatred of men who hated other men and who caused darkness to fall over the entire hill. Pietro, a very young partisan courier, pedaled fast on his bicycle to deliver the daily report to his commander and he didn’t imagine finding himself face to face with impostors, false companions, who put an end to his adolescence in a barbaric way. Four other innocent people were exterminated that damned day for their ideas: the milkman Ermanno Mattioli, Giuseppe Gioria, the baker Ulderico Broggio and the engineer Alberto Saini, an enlightened entrepreneur and benefactor, killed for opposing the fascist project to establish a garrison in the Mill. Pietro Fattoretto was hanged in the woods from a birch tree which even today, dead and without leaves, never tires of watching over the memorial stone dedicated to him.