Adolfo e Bruno Vigorelli 

Hello everyone!  My name is Adolfo Vigorelli, and I want to share a bit about myself, my brother Bruno, and our family. We were both part of the Partisan Resistance in Ossola, and we fought bravely against the fascist regime and the Nazi occupation.I was born in Milan. During the time of fascist persecution, our family fled to Switzerland for safety. After a while, we returned to Italy.Back in Italy, we immediately joined the Resistance in the Ossola area. My comrades gave me the battle name "Fofi," a nickname my family used to call me.On 20th June 1944, while we were in Val Grande fighting the Germans during a large raid, my brother Bruno tragically died. He was only 23 years old. That moment was the greatest loss of my life, and words can't truly describe the pain I felt.But even after this heartbreaking loss, I continued the fight. On 22nd June 1944, our group was found while hiding in a cabin. We fought hard, but soon we ran out of ammunition and had no choice but to surrender. Despite surrendering, the Germans fired on us, killing us on the spot.Our sacrifice is a symbol of the courage of so many young people who, even in the midst of conflict, believed in a free and peaceful Italy. Every time I return to Milan, I visit the plaque placed in our memory at Via Ponzio, where we once lived. The inscription on the plaque says:“To remember/Bruno and Fofi Vigorelli/and all those who sacrificed/ their burning youth/for freedom/for peace/in every home, in every heart/the residents of this house/remember their sacrifice/forever.”This plaque is not just a stone, but a symbol of hope and a reminder that our struggle was not in vain.Hello everyone ! My name is Bruno Vigorelli and I  was born on 26th  October  1920, in Milan. Along with my brother Adolfo, I became part of the Partisan Resistance in Ossola, fighting against the fascist and Nazi forces.From a young age, I had a passion for study and learning, but that was all put aside when our country was occupied and people were persecuted. On 20th June  1944, while we were fighting in Val Grande, I was tragically killed at the age of 23. I fell into a ravine while trying to rescue a wounded comrade. Though my life was cut short, my sacrifice was part of a larger cause. I believe in the fight for a free Italy, a country free of fascism and oppression. My story, like that of so many others, is a reminder of the courage of the young people who believed in a better future.