Here’s a picture of me as a baby with my mom. I’m in the arms of an Italian carabiniere who helped us on the march over the Col de Fenestre. I was born on July 8, 1943 in Saint Martin Vésubie, in the villa Les Lucioles. We had to flee, like so many others, on September 8, 1943. We were escorted by the Italians and then hid for a year in a village in Italy, before finally arriving in Switzerland.
In this photo I must be two months old, and it was precisely during our flight that it was taken. I fled with my parents and my older sister, who was two at the time.
We all survived the horrors of war.