‘A bombshell against injustice… Because I am not when you are not there… The road ran long and straight… I ask when it will be… In the extermination camps, God is dead… Do you know that we are nothing anymore? … And then, and then, people come here and tell you… Bologna is an old lady… An old man and a child held hands…’ For those who don’t know Francesco Guccini. For those who don’t know what the Seventies were like. For those who don’t underst…
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‘A bombshell against injustice… Because I am not when you are not there… The road ran long and straight… I ask when it will be… In the extermination camps, God is dead… Do you know that we are nothing anymore? … And then, and then, people come here and tell you… Bologna is an old lady… An old man and a child held hands…’ For those who don’t know Francesco Guccini. For those who don’t know what the Seventies were like. For those who don’t underst…