ACS GALLERY CELEBRATES ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK PRESENTING “KEFALONIA 1943”

© ROBERTO ALBORGHETTI, LACER-ACTIONS, CANVAS

 

ACS Gallery is celebrating Art Basel Miami week online at Artsy (www.artsy.net/acs-gallery/artists) Presenting

“KEFALONIA 1943, VICTIMS & MARTYRS” by Roberto Alborghetti;

Abstract Photo on Canvas + Raisin; 21 3/10 × 33 1/2 in $1,500

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https://www.artsy.net/artwork/roberto-alborghetti-kefalonia-1943-victims-and-martyrs

So honored and moved for this! And so grateful too. This artwork is an homage to thousands of young Italian people who lost their life during the II World War in the terrible massacre by nazist army. It wants to be a message of peace for all the Nations in the World. r.a.

https://www.artsy.net/artwork/roberto-alborghetti-kefalonia-1943-victims-and-martyrs

 

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A WINDOW ON THE WORLD: ARTICLE BY MARYSIA ZIPSER ABOUT MY ARTWORK DEDICATED TO THE VICTIMS OF KEFALONIA MASSACRE

 

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Blogger and Media Presenter Marysia Zipser (Founder of ACT Group in Beeston, Nottingham, UK) wrote an interesting article (“Art and cultural diversity”) about the artpiece I dedicated to the Victims and Martyrs of Kefalonia massacre (the canvas reproduces one of my abstract photos for “Lacer/actions” project and research). This is the link to her article posted at Linkedin Pulse Blog:

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/art-cultural-diversity-marysia-zipser

 

“THIS IS THE WAR…”: MY FATHER IN THE HELL OF KEFALONIA (SEPTEMBER 1943). REMEMBERING A TRAGEDY…

Kefalonia massacre happened exactly seventy years ago. My father Battista is a survivor of that terrible tragedy in which died about 9.000 Italian soldiers (September 1943) killed and exterminated by German Nazis.  I gathered his incredible story in a little book with the title : “Mio padre nell’inferno di Cefalonia” (English translation: My father in the hell of Kefalonia). Beneath you may read an  English abstract of the story. It’s a message for every people in the world. My father loves to repeat: “War is the worst thing in the world. Why are we so stupid to do it?” 

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MY FATHER IN THE HELL OF KEFALONIA

 A survivor memory, an unpunished massacre

and the State conspiracy of silence

BY ROBERTO ALBORGHETTI

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My father Battista told me…  A nightmare. This is still for me, Kefalonia. I’m a survivor. I was in that hell from November 1942 to November 1944, along with other 11.600 Italians. After September 8, 1943 – as a result of our refusal to surrender to the German army – about 9-10.000 Italian soldiers were massacred. A terrible massacre, that still remains in my eyes and on my mind. There are so many images about those awful days of terror: stories of war and death, written in the blood of so many young people who pursued the dream of a better Italy. I was nineteen years old when I was assigned to the Divisione Acqui – at 33th Artillery, First group, Second battery – on the Greek-Albanian front, already controlled by German Army. The armistice proclaimed in Italy by general Badoglio (September 8, 1943) changes our destinies. Germans claim our surrender, but they do not offer enough guarantees about Italian troops repatriation. Italian officers called a consultation between the military departments: it’s an unprecedented event in the modern army history. We decide to refuse surrender and not to give our weapons to the germans. And after that, the Apocalypse…

An historical photo: Battista Alborghetti (first on the left) and five fellows in Cefalonia in 1943 before the massacre.

An historical photo: Battista Alborghetti (first on the left) and five fellows in Cefalonia in 1943 before the massacre.

In the early hours of the battle I see my three companions dying. They fall down close to me. Some minutes later, a splinter of a grenade explosion hits my left leg. The Acqui Division – poor in weapons – is destroyed. People who do not succumb in the fighting they become prey of the Wehrmacht. German soldiers rakes the island, inch by inch. I escaped from the capture in a couple of occasions; I hide myself between mules and I repaire inside water pipes in the undergrowth. They capture me on September 21.

About 300 Officers (captains, lieutenats and second lieutenants) were captured and transferred to the sadly known “Red House”, in San Teodoro. Against every principle of the international conventions, they were shot within 36 hours, four people at a time… The corpses, weighed down with rolls of barbed wire, they were then thrown into the sea, sprinkled with petrol and burned in bonfires, whose light illuminated the night, leaving a foul smell in the air.

My companions were loaded onto trucks and taken somewhere: I won’t see them anymore. My friend, the second lieutenant Giampietro Matteri – from Dongo (Como), twenty-two years old – is killed on September 24. The same destiny for another friend, the second lieutenant Pillepich, from Trieste: I still remember the terror in his eyes when, together with eleven companions, he was dragged from the group. Few minutes later we heard the shots of machine guns, followed by cries of pain, yells, invocations. And then other shots. The finishing strokes.

At the concentration camp we were treated worse than beasts. In the morning, Wehrmacht officers assembled us, offering – as they were saying – “the chance to return to Italy”. But I always said to myself: if they want to kill me, I prefer that they do it here. We now know: who accepted that proposals were shot. They were shipped on steamers, as easy targets for Stukas airplanes or for floating mines. It’s what that happened to my compatriot, Ferdinando Mangili. He climbed aboard of one of those ships that were full of soldiers who looked forward to reach home… But the ship was sunk off and the waves returned the corpses… The Germans forced me to bury the dead, all around the island. Chaplain father Luigi Ghilardini and I, we recomposed corpses or what was left of bodies mangled by bullets and then devoured by ravens and vultures…

One day the nazis picked up us suddenly and they brought us in the square of Lixouri, where they deployed 13 Greeks accused of being partisans. Those poor people were hunged under our eyes. It happened that one of them – because of a broken rope – fell to the ground. He was still alive. Nazis soldiers took him and hung him again… If at that moment I had been given a stab, I would release even a single drop of blood, so I was shocked.

In October 1944, nazis abandoned Kefalonia: they were moving to other fronts. We remained on the island for nearly a month, as forgotten people. We scanned the horizon, waiting for a ship. We wanted to end this terrible experience. Finally on November 13, the Garibaldi and Artigliere ships landed to Argostoli ‘s port. We embarked to Taranto, but to be back home I will have to wait till June 5, in 1945. The war stole me everything but the joy to be back home, as well as the inability to forget Kefalonia, the dead, the extermination, the ferocity.

No medal, no bonuses, even no official apology from the German State – apology always denied, but never officially requested by Italy – can never compensate what was removed to thousands of young people, to thousands of families. Inside me, in addition to horror, remains the strength to repeat that all this cannot longer occurs. Never again. Never again. Never again.

© Copyright Roberto Alborghetti

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About Italian Division “Acqui” and Kefalonia Slaughter

http://www.associazioneacqui.it/

http://www.divisioneacqui.com/

http://www.mediterraneoass.com/