Sergio Rusich: a story in the history 
Montagnola That morning he woke up covered with a soft, white snow under a clear sky without a trace of clouds . The sun reverberated a dazzling light that invaded the classrooms with large windows and intoxicated teenagers. The teachers realized immediately that it was impossible to keep them in class, because they felt themselves irresistibly attracted to what was outside. It was enough that everyone would open the door-window overlooking the garden and all were swept up in a size of party.
The first to open the door of his classroom was the teacher Rusich. In five minutes even, large garden, which embraced the whole school follows the unfolding of his long articulated structure, was invaded by children and girls.
on virgin snow broke off the bright colors of the jackets and coats are quickly put on aprons, scarves, caps and gloves that are essential for making snowballs, and flew from everywhere in the many battles waged on several fronts simultaneously. Males against females, class against class, in the same class struggles, rapid reversals of alliances, betrayals among friends of sudden heart, broods revenge against the teacher for some time, made between accounts of teachers, there were even rising ball approach with some young colleague who gave the snow a lot. The teachers chose a strategy less wild and encouraged the growth of the snowmen of all types and all sizes and that the competition was so moved then pedagogically to a level higher. Luciano Gori splashed here and there and with his Superoctave managed to capture memorable shots. But the hero of the day was the master Rusich. His powerful physical athlete and his irrepressible energy found in the snow a chance to explode and infect all of us. His masterpiece was the great fire that lit in the middle of the garden and sent them out to buy the sausages with the complicity aware of a caretaker. The boys continued to look for firewood for the whole morning because the fire is not spengesse Rusich and the teacher was very good at treating the embers gradually moving to the side in order to simmer the sausages strung in many skewers that had derived from the twigs of wood cleverly using the knife which he always carried around.
appeared even a bottle of wine and a pot Rusich that the teacher pulled out to prepare for "mulled wine" to the teachers and the teachers who were still left out . This was Sergio
Rusich. It seemed that the school was always too narrow. He loved nature and taught this to his kids. You could often see them walking right towards the farm where the good season he preferred to teach.
He had blue eyes so intense that it changed colors depending on the color of the sky and changes its mood, which often surprised because you do not you understood why. Sometimes it was clear as a blue sky lit by the sun, sometimes it was dark and menacing as the stormy sea. I always thought that in his eyes there was the sea of \u200b\u200bPula, the sea of \u200b\u200bhis homeland that he, when he was good, often told us.
You could almost hear the wind flapping the white sail of his boat, see the effort of the arms on the oars of the canoe, to imagine the feelings that gave the water that long swims in the sea. And then the woods as he described them, of our wildest, the woods that he loved and where he had been partisan in the woods which told neisuoi books written for children.
Anti-Fascist and Socialist Sergio twenties had fought the Fascists and the Nazis, often finding themselves in serious difficulties with Tito's partisans who wanted to recover Istria, as they did. Taken prisoner by the Germans and deported to the camp Flossemburg was able to go home, but after a few years their land passed to Juguslavia. He and his dear Fanny moved to Florence and took home Isolotto. He was among the Istrian refugees who returned to this neighborhood, which, together with us, they made history. Sergio history has always done in the right place: a true socialist to Sandro Pertini, entered CGIL School, was among the founders of this union sessantottino who chose to mix with the workers and teachers to hold together the Socialists with the Communists and the various left. - Why - he always said - the Italian Communists are not like those of Titus, are true companions. -
And we were really friends in school and outside school. Together even in the dock for the facts Isolotto tried for an unauthorized demonstration and a woman prosecutor who asked for absolution. - Quercioli, but as it is beautiful. - I said in my ear when the judge issued the sentence. We always called for last: the Rusich, the Quercioli, Berni, the Sbordoni, the Bruscaglioni the Soldani, the Catizzone the Iera, the Vezzani and so on. Then it was used, the transition from the last name marked a move towards a more friendly relationship, friendship closer.
By name we called only in recent years. That morning in October sixty parents organized the strike of school children to protest against the Cardinal Florit Enzo Mazzi who removed as pastor. Many were i maestri che andarono in corteo insieme agli alunni e ai genitori; una lunga camminata dalla chiesa dell’Isolotto fino all’Arcivescovado per finire sugli scalini del Duomo a leggere il catechismo della Comunità. Tra questi in prima fila si staccava la figura imponente del maestro Rusich. Nei nostri confronti il Provveditorato agli Studi fu spinto ad aprire una inchiesta amministrativa, che il Provveditore Marcello Tarchi, antifascista di lunga data, concluse senza prendere provvedimenti. Ci eravamo trovati sotto inchiesta anche qualche anno prima a causa di una iniziativa che insieme a Sergio prendemmo per celebrare con gli alunni la ricorrenza del 25 aprile, ma anche quella volta il Provveditore si limitò a raccomandarci greater caution. - For us, it is prudent to do what it takes because that system never go - his comment was quick and concise.
Since then, many years before we went to Casa del Popolo rivedessimo Isolotto at the end of the cycle of meetings he had with Sergio Rusich schoolchildren about his diary from the field Flossemburg who had just written with Ernesto Balducci's preface that he had published in its series Issues of Peace. A book of extraordinary intensity and then also presented to the children of the school where I was the Director of Montespertoli. A meeting was held particularly moving because Sergio, already tried by a stroke that had affected him the year before, had acquired a particular sensitivity in the relationship with the guys felt that more and more charm, the kind of deep affinity that the elderly feel as it becomes more fragile and increases his love for life and for the truth. The boys felt it and the final applause was as warm as a hug. The meeting broke up and took him to the hall of the Belarusian children in those days were our guests. Going down the stairs she leaned on my arm - I do not know this leg longer holds good - this was his weakness, sudden for me, a confused, almost be a greater contrast to his more imposing figure which is rapidly gaining more beautiful to behold, as he had never had even when he was younger. The meeting with the Belarusian children and their teachers was explained in a light that once again surprised me. He told his voice cracking with emotion his love for their land away from where the soldiers were with the red star on his cap who entered the field Flossemburg to free him and his companions reduced skeletons. He was carrying a book that told a story of partisans in Belarus, the path of a partisan brigade that led behind women, children and the elderly: a long march through immense woods, escaping the Nazi soldiers. These guys listened to the words of Sergio translated from the teachers and felt for the first time that story was their story to an old Italian partisan. Sergio called me the next day - Franco, buy two boxes of oranges, lemons on my own website up and tell them, 'that bring with them the sun' s Italy. -
It 's the sun that will take us Always, dear Sergius, the sun left us.
