When I went to the shelter, in addition to a voluntary guide, an old man had joined, who told us about his experience inside the shelter. He told us that when he was a child, every night he heard the siren warning the arrival of enemy planes, his mother and he had to go to the nearest shelter, which in this case was the shelter in Piazza Risorgimento. He told us that he had more fun there than in the morning at school, because he was happy to meet his friends, companions and teachers again, despite the fear of shocks caused by the bombing. But when he grew up, he realized that it wasn't a moment of joy, but of nightmares and constant fear.
The image shows the interior of the shelter, where this old man spent his childhood.