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And in those young years he had the appearance
of a painter, with his blond short beard and curly hair which he wore
a bit longer than was usual for the time.
Convinced about his still confused reasons and unhappy about his lack
of cultural knowledge (he only knows about Art and loves Ungaretti)
he looked for friends amongst the students of Ca’Foscari, with
that attitude of persistent demands which he would keep towards all
those whom he considered cultured: he wanted to know, he listened
and debated – to come to the conclusion that there is nothing
new after all, that he had already understood it all looking at painting
or that he himself had expressed it in painting.
The partisans were the glimmer of novelty: he distributed leaflets,
spent a few nights on the floors of police headquarters of San Lorenzo.
They sent him to Marghera to dig trenches for the Germans and he organized
escapes. |
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