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In this period I'm living near Verona, and in that land there were various battles more or less 100-150 years ago, leading to the independence of Italy.
Two of these battles were near Custoza, a little village famous for his wine.
After years, farmers found a lot of skulls and bones in their properties, and was decided to build a place where the rests of these poor soldiers could rest in peace.
This place is open, and it is possible to visit it.
There are various approaches to a place like this.
I just want to show how thousands of human beings found a terrible death far from their families and their lovers, and how Death makes everyone similar each other.
You can't recognize the italian or the austrian, the french or the croatian.
They are all there, sleeping on the hill.
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