XXVII
The sky of Granata attracted the bombers like flypaper attracts flies. In fact, beyond the village, there was a Luftwaffe fuel depot that at that time was reducing the island of Malta to a pile of rubble.
The supply of gasoline was in a fenced yard, in the direction of Termini Imerese. When the sirens of the flight alarm sounded, the villagers marched to the other side, reaching the medlar trees outside Porta Palermo. What was happening was difficult to describe and it was impossible to tell if the people were clapping or afraid. The migration was like the biblical exodus and it was all repeated every day, according to an identical ritual. Stacks of all sorts of things were loaded on carts, wheelbarrows, bicycles and trucks. The mattresses were the masters of the road, but soon the
