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Published in: on November 20, 2017 at 2:38 am  Leave a Comment  

Courage for the Joy of Life

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Source: SS Ideology, Volume I

Whoever walks through the devastated streets of the bombed-out cities, whoever looks and shutters at the ruins of castles and churches. In which the life feeling of great periods is reflected, whoever looks into the abyss of the hearts when death has ripped open… he may consider it presumptuous to speak about the joy of life as one of the invincible forces of the human soul. Perhaps the soldier has the greatest right to do exactly that: Not only for the sake of comfort, but from the living feeling of the reality from which the joy of life stands in contrast to the incalculable and the darkness, yes, which alone make them bearable. In the weeks of the new year, one could hear the sounds and hustle and bustle of carnival celebrations throughout our beautiful cities. Streets which once were alive with joyous throngs are now covered with the ashes of destroyed houses. Instead of decorations, one sees ruins strutting up over our heads. Men who once drank from the cup of life new lie under the earth or struggle with their gray and now serious faces in the loneliness of the battle for the existence of European culture. Women have fled far away to the farmyards and villages. Where does there remain a light, a thought, which can lead us back to the joy of life?

Perhaps we should discuss what the joy of life really is. Whoever seeks them only in external expression will hardly find them in war. Whoever cares only for the somewhat raw materialistic pleasures will be disappointed with the sparse remains… and claim that there is hardly anything worth living for anymore, or to praise this life for or to love. The deeper joy of life, however, is not dependent upon time and fate, not upon needs and bitterness. It is one of those quiet wonders, which God gives to those who are aware of his existence. It cannot be thrown upon us from outside. It lives within our essence and our being. It lives within us. The man who has it is rich even if he goes about in rags and lives in earth caves. Whoever lives in a palace and has all the expensive trappings in life is nonetheless the poorest guest upon this earth, if he does not have this genuine joy in life.

It begins with a simple consciousness of existence. There are men who after a good night’s sleep, look at the new day and complain because they stand before work and tasks. Others arise after a few hours of restless sleep with a hardly understandable feeling of contentment, glad about the reality of their life, and perhaps simply because it gives them breath, sight, feeling, hearing and thinking. The war has shown us in an amazing manner that our pleasure in the simple things in life can be much deeper and more meaningful than the once so highly praised “pleasures”. And this demonstrates genuine modesty and the capacity for strong feeling. Who could have explained to a soldier that nothing more than a clean bed, a thinly covered table, yes a short nap, a glass of wine, a pretty picture or an attractive girl walking by could fill him with such joy? And when we were home, somewhat bored and standing in front of a full rack of books, looking for a single book for a quiet hour… who could have told us that we would one day be able to forget the world and ourselves, the war, filth, suffering and even death… because a pleasant coincidence in an abandoned house in the east provided us with a badly torn up copy of an Eichendorff book? Who could have made us believe that one day, in a dark bunker, in worst cold and plagued by bugs, we could listen to the melody of Mozart’s “Magic Flute” by a faint light, and that we would fall into a dream of eternal beauty of the world and forget all of the terrors around us?

In such moments, the joy of life lights up around us like lightening… or like the soft light of a summer sunset. Whereas we once went through the well-lit streets of the city looking for pleasure, we now nearly loose our breath while looking at the radiant beauty of the starlit night, which strangely reflects against the moon, and this gives us an inner feeling of belonging to the universe. No one can be a more passionate disciple for the joy of life than the simple soldier, who is driven through the eternal fire of combat, who has walked through the wall of death and of horror and who is suddenly speechless as he stands before the still of an evening and sees the crops gently caressed by a soft wind. In such moments, he feels in the pounding of his own heart the glorious and wonderful life he has been given. A joy then flows through him, which cannot be compared with any other pleasure of this earth. And so, we appear to be rather modest, but only apparently, because such modesty at the same time is the highest claim we can demand from life.

At this hour, when the fate of the war most heavily tests our hearts, both at home and on the front, it appears to be a hopeless effort to speak about the joy of life. But courage belongs to joy no less than it does to struggle and death. To overcome death means to gain joy. Without that, our souls would have long collapsed under the great burden of their hardships. Without that, the women at home would have long been driven into the darkest, inescapable depression. This joy for life stands as a shining “nevertheless” above our hard-pressed people, against which bombs and phosphor are useless. A piece of childhood lives in it. Complacent bragging and blind ambition are strange to it. The love for nature and for people, for animals and for flowers, for music and for verse, for pictures and for art in stone end metal are all a part of it. It teaches us that whenever we lose something, we should look upon that which remains. It teaches us to recognize the meaning in every test.

Who would deny the joy that husband and wife find during their vacation days together. Who is able to claim that – during the bountiful days of peace with its everyday pleasures – he was able to so deeply feel the love of his wife, the joy of having children and a piece of security? And even if fate takes from us that which is most dear, the willingness to help again leads us back into the arms of life.

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Ferdinand von Lecubarri, a German-Spanish soldier of the 250. Infanterie-Division, poses for a photograph with an MP 40 submachine gun in hand.

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SS-Untersturmführer Rudolf von Ribbentrop speaks with Luftwaffe ace Oberleutnant Friedrich Geisshardt of Jagdgeschwader 77 in the summer of 1942. Ribbentrop was wounded in the left arm while serving as a platoon leader in 6. SS Gebirgs Division Nord in the Finnish campaign against the Soviet Union in September 1941. In early 1942 he was assigned to the SS-Panzer Regiment 1 of the Leibstandarte Division

Himmler and Rolm

Kurt Daluege, Heinrich Himmler, Ernst Röhm

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German SS-Untersturmführer  and war correspondent  Hans-Caspar Kreuger (left) and his chauffeur (right) survey the battle damage following a Soviet bombing raid during the Battle of Narva; a military campaign between the German Army Detachment “Narwa” and the Soviet Leningrad Front who fought for possession of the strategically important Narva Isthmus in Estonia between 2 February 1944 and 10 August 1944. Narva, Ida-Virumaa, Estonia. March 1944.

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Paintings of Hans Happ

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Hans Happ (1889–1992) was born in Kempten; his parents came from Frankfurt. As a child he painted mostly horses as he lived next to a post office where horses came in and went out the whole day. The horse theme can often be seen later back in his paintings. In 1917 Happ went into military service; he was taken as a prisoner of war in France and released in 1920. From 1920 to 1923 he studied drawing and painting at the Munich Art Academy with Professor Becker Gundahl, Professor Ludwig von Herterich and Max Doerner. He moved in 1926 to Ludwigshafen. From 1933 onwards Happ lived in Frankfurt am Main; he became teacher at the Frankfurt Art Academy (‘Städelschule’).

Happ was a painter and, especially after WWII, a design-weaver and designer of mechanical toys in the form of animals such as swans, birds and horses. His painting style was strongly influenced by the 17th century.

Hans Happ’s work ‘Lesende’ (‘Reading’) was displayed in the International Pavillion at the World Exibition, 1937, Paris; a year later the same painting was displayed at the Great German Art Exhibition.

In 1934 and 1941 Happ was awarded the Kulturpreis of the City of Frankfurt. In 1942 he was represented with three works at the ‘Frühjahrs Austellung’ of the Preussische Akademie der Künste. A year later he took (with 10 works) part in the exhibition ‘Junge Kunst im Deutschen Reich’ in Vienna, organized by Reichsleiter Baldur von Schirach.

From 1938 to 1944 Hans Happ was represented with 17 works in the Great German Art Exhibitions. Several of them depicted Greek or Roman themes, including ‘Ausziehender Krieger’, ‘Thetis’, ‘Quell des Lebens’, ‘Raup der Proserpina’ and ‘Studie zur Odyssee’. His works were bought by Hitler (2), Robert Ley and Joseph Goebbels for prices of up to 15.000 Reichsmark. In 1944 Happ took part in the exhibition ‘Deutsche Künstler und die SS’ in Breslau and Salzburg. Of the 589 artworks, 63 were presented in a separate catalogue, including one of the works of Hans Happ.

At the end of World War II his house and atelier were bombed, and he went to the safer town of Schlitz. Later he moved to Ottoburg, where he stayed until 1956, and then to Dreieich where he died. After the war Hans Happ gave weaving lessons in his atelier in Schlitz (‘Bildweberei’) and he concentrated on designing and making mechanical toys. In 2004 the ‘Hessische Puppenmuseum’ (museum for dolls) organized an exhibition for Happ called ‘Snakes, Panther, Birds and Horses, mechanical toys from Hans Happ’.

 

The paintings of Hans Happ were hardly known in the last six decades, although several of them are magnificent. Deutsches Historisches Museum is in the possession ‘Thetis’ and ‘Studie zur Odysee’, both works bought by Hitler.

 

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Book Release – GERMANIA – Book I

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New Book Release for the anniversary of the Beer Hall Putsch, 9th November.

“For Truth and Justice. For Beauty and Light. For Life and an Ehrean World to come…For Germania”

“The following discourse pertains to my visit to the Holy Land in 2013. As is often the case when travelling in this ‘modern’ world, one must use an airport but airports have become nothing more than Zionist methods of ‘power’ and control. The use of the term ‘power’ must be explained here; there are two kinds of power, that kind which is gained through will and fight and truth and the the application of justice and of the intellect, all qualities of such which were and still are embodied in Adolf Hitler and The Third Reich and then there is that kind of ‘power’ which is gained through subversion and cowardice and sheer weight of numbers and through the fact…

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Ingrid Zundel Has Joined Ernst in Valhalla

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Ingrid and her husband Ernst will always be remembered and honored in the new culture and new world we’re going to build.

by Michael Hoffman

INGRID RIMLAND ZUNDEL, an accomplished and successful professional author and the loyal wife of the late World War II revisionist publisher and activist Ernst Zundel, has died. We have no other details at the present time, though it appears to have been from natural causes.

Ingrid was born into the historic community of German Mennonites resident in Russia since the time of Catherine the Great. After Hitler invaded the Soviet Union, Stalin began deporting these German-Russians to Siberia. The German Army arrived in time to halt the extrusion and escort Ingrid’s family and thousands like them safely out of the USSR. After the war, many German Mennonite refugees were sent to South America, where Ingrid’s family took up residence under harsh conditions. She eventually left her faith community to pursue a higher education and the career of a writer. She met Ernst in the 1990s. She survived her husband by less than three months. She leaves behind an extensive headquarters complex in Tennessee, complete with lodging facilities, a library and archives, the disposition of which is unknown. She was her husband’s sole heir, according to his son Pierre.

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Jez Turner in Court 10-30-17

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Gesang.XIX

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Gesang.XIX – by G.K.

With the next heartbeat now enter that world which we all once knew,

That sunken and sullen world of heroes that lies both above and below,

That velvet glade on emerald isles beneath towering cathedral pines,

Where dream-tones of solemn bells ring and voices of the dead call us with song

Together for remembrances, we march into golden pastures of eternal twilight,

Under the nocturnal moon-sun, to the hushed sounds of the noon-tide seas,

We form our ranks to the roar of bonfires, beneath the celestial swastika that turns the skies,

Heil Hitler, the greatest one, we stand and gather our hands together in prayer to thee !

Sieg Heil!

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Published in: on November 2, 2017 at 8:11 am  Leave a Comment  

Hitler’s Children

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Philippe Loret, now 56,  and his six siblings were sitting around the dining room table chatting about everyday things when their father, Jean-Marie, broke the news.

‘Suddenly my father said, “Kids, I’ve got something to tell you. Your grandfather is Adolf Hitler,” ’ explains Philippe. ‘There was stunned silence as no one knew what to say. We didn’t know how to react.’

That was 40 years ago, yet there is a sense that Philippe, 56, still doesn’t know how to react. He has never spoken out about that conversation or the fact he is the grandson of one of the most infamous men in history. A former plumber for the French air force, he has kept it a secret from all but his closest friends, never telling his colleagues or even his partner’s family.

This is the first time Philippe has talked publicly about his ancestry and he has agreed to do so only in the light of new evidence backing up his father’s story.

Last month Alan Wilkes, the son of Royal Engineer Leonard Wilkes, one of the first soldiers to land on the Normandy beaches on D-Day, released an entry from his father’s diary that appeared to corroborate Jean-Marie’s assertion that he was Hitler’s illegitimate son.

On September 30, 1944, Leonard wrote: ‘An interesting day today. Visited the house where Hitler stayed as a corporal in the last war, saw the woman who had a baby by him and she told us that the baby, a son, was now fighting in the French army against the Germans.’

Mr Wilkes came forward after reading new information that adds weight to Jean-Marie’s belief he was conceived during a brief relationship between his French mother, Charlotte Lobjoie, and Hitler, a young German corporal fighting in northern France in the summer of 1917.

The story of Hitler’s secret lovechild has divided historians for decades. Jean-Marie died in 1985, aged 67, but two months ago, in Paris’s Le Point magazine, his lawyer, Francois Gibault, revealed compelling evidence to support his claims.

Tests prove Jean-Marie had the same blood type as Hitler and similar handwriting. Hitler had no official children and never acknowledged or met Jean-Marie. But German army papers show that officers took envelopes of cash to Charlotte during the Second World War. When she died, Jean-Marie found paintings in her attic signed by Hitler, while in Germany a picture of a woman painted by Hitler looked exactly like Charlotte.

Most striking of all, however, was the astonishing resemblance… a resemblance that Philippe undoubtedly shares. It is there in the familiar dimpled chin, the square jaw and piercing eyes.

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And on entering his spacious one-bedroom flat in the sleepy town of Saint-Quentin in Picardy, northern France, one’s eyes are inevitably drawn to two portraits of the Fuhrer on the wall, incongruously placed either side of an oil painting of a vase of flowers.

In all other respects, the flat is cosy, with warm yellow walls and antique furniture. Philippe’s partner, Veronique, 46, a school caretaker, bustles around, chatting and making pots of tea. They met shortly after Philippe’s wife, Rosalyn, died in 1991; they had three children.

Veronique clearly adores Philippe, who is currently off work with a heart condition, and says the fact he may be Hitler’s grandson makes no difference at all. She, like Philippe, believes the claims are true.

Speaking calmly and quietly, while chain-smoking Belgian cigars, Philippe says: ‘I believe I am Hitler’s grandson. Of course I am. The evidence is there. If people don’t believe it, that’s their problem.

‘My father told me. My mother is still alive and also believes it. He is part of my family, that’s why I have him on the wall. Hitler is my family. It’s not my fault that I ended up as his grandson or that all the things happened during the war.  He will always be family for me.’

‘When I was first told, all I was interested in was girls, and so I didn’t think about it too much. I knew who Hitler was – I studied him at school – but I did not tell any of my school friends. My private life had nothing to do  with them.

‘I married Rosalyn in 1977 when she was 19 and I was 21. She did not want to accept it at first, but then she became used to it. Veronique first found it difficult to accept too, but she does not mind it because she loves me.’

In contrast to Philippe’s sanguine approach – he has read more than 40 books on Hitler, met the daughter of Himmler and claims to have spoken to one of the dictator’s mistresses – Jean-Marie struggled with the knowledge left to him by his mother.

Philippe says: ‘By the time my father told us about Hitler being his father, he was proud of being Hitler’s son. He had trouble accepting it at first. He didn’t like this fact, but gradually he came to terms with it.’

In 1981 Jean-Marie wrote a book, Your Father’s Name Was Hitler, in which he recounted the story his mother had told him when he was in his 20s. Charlotte said he had been conceived during a ‘tipsy’ evening with Hitler in June 1917.

She said she had enjoyed a brief relationship with the Fuhrer when he was on leave in the town of Fournes-in-Weppe near Lille. It was an unlikely match. She was 16, Hitler was 28; he couldn’t speak French, she couldn’t speak German.

The couple would go walking but Charlotte told Jean-Marie: ‘These walks usually ended badly. In fact, your father, inspired by nature, launched into speeches which I did not really understand. He did not speak French, but ranted in German, talking to an imaginary audience.’

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A painting of Charlotte Lobjoi by a young Adolf Hitler

Love mystery: Charlotte Lobjoie  and a painting said to be of her by a young Hitler .

Philippe says: ‘My father told me the relationship lasted for only a few months. Hitler came under gas attack and went back to Germany to recover. He came back again for a few months and left again for Germany, and she never saw him again.

‘My father said Hitler was a good lover and was gentle with my grandmother. But apparently he was a jealous person and did not like other men giving her the eye. As far as I know he never had any sexual perversions – I don’t want to make him more than the monster he is.’

According to Philippe, Hitler painted Charlotte and he has a copy of a picture believed to be her. Published here for the first time, it shows her in the hayfields with a scarf over her head to protect her from the sun and a pitchfork in her hand. The painting has a signature, said to be that of Hitler, with the date 1916 below it. It was once owned by an art collector in the Belgian city of Ypres but has now been sold to another private collector.

Jean-Marie was born on March 25, 1918, in Seboncourt, 12 miles north of St Quentin. The shame of having an illegitimate son drove Charlotte away and she left for Paris, abandoning her newborn son to her parents. A birth certificate for Jean-Marie Loret records him as the ‘natural son’ of Miss Lobjoie.

According to Philippe, his father had an unhappy childhood; his grandfather often beat him, partly for being illegitimate. But he claims Hitler became aware of his son and made plans to look after him. At the age of eight, after his grandmother died, Jean-Marie was adopted by a local wealthy family called the Frizons, who were devout Catholics.

Philippe says: ‘This adoption was arranged by a local nun called Sister Theodosie, who knew Hitler. Apparently, she did this at Hitler’s request.’ According to Jean-Marie’s autobiography, Sister Marie Theodosie was a German nun who ran a clinic in St Quentin where Charlotte gave birth.

It is not known how Sister Theodosie knew Hitler but shortly after the Frizons took Jean-Marie in, the head of the family, Fernand Frizon, visited Frankfurt where he somehow managed to become the owner of a large building without paying any money for it. A year later, Mr Frizon sold the building and used the money to pay for Jean-Marie’s education.

Although Charlotte gave up her son for adoption, Philippe says they were reunited in Paris during the occupation of France, which began in May 1940. He also says German officers tracked her down to her address in Paris and used to hand her money.

Philippe says: ‘My father was re-acquainted with his mother by German officers during the Occupation. He even spent a week living with her at her apartment. That’s when she told him his father was Hitler, not on her death-bed as some have reported.

‘My father told me he heard from his mother how German soldiers used to bring her money on a regular basis. It didn’t help her to become rich, but she lived on it.’

Charlotte died in 1951 and Jean-Marie spent the next 20 years denying the secret she had left him with. In 1954 he divorced his wife Jacqueline, whom he had met in 1940. The couple had three children. Within months he married 19-year-old Muguette Dubecq, Philippe’s mother. The couple moved to Provins, a town west of Paris, where Jean-Marie worked in a glass manufacturing company. They would go on to have five daughters and two sons.

Philippe says: ‘Growing up I knew that my grandparents had died but I always thought they were French. I always thought that I was French. Every now and then at home, I would hear my father say how the Germans were far more disciplined than the French, but that was it.’

Philippe trained as a plumber and worked at a French air base, Cazaux, near Bordeaux, for 34 years. He and his wife Rosalyn had two sons and a daughter and he now has six grandchildren. Although he claims his children do not mind the connection to Hitler, they have not told their own children.

Philippe says: ‘They have not been told that their great-great-grandfather was Hitler. We don’t want them picked on at school. Some people find it difficult. My partner Veronique kept it a secret from her father for as long as he was alive, because he was born in 1938, and he grew up malnourished and was ill all his life as a result of the Second World War.

‘He would not have accepted her daughter’s partner being related to Hitler. Veronique’s mother now knows about me being Hitler’s grandson but does not accept it. She does not talk about it.’

Philippe does not believe in the concept of an evil gene and is not worried about the future of his children or his grandchildren. Of course qualities from your parents pass on to you, but you build your own life and you make it what it is.

‘I’ve been a law-abiding French citizen all my life. I learned that from my family. I am not a bad person, and what he did had nothing to do with me. It was another time. We weren’t there when all this happened.

‘What Hitler did to the Jews was wrong. But some of the things Hitler did were admirable – he brought Germany back from collapse after the Treaty of Versailles. He built the country up with roads and highways.’

Philippe says he is apolitical yet he clearly retains a fascination with Hitler and the Nazis. He says: ‘I read Mein Kampf but gave up after a few pages. It was too complicated.

‘When we were growing up, we never discussed politics in our house. I’ve always voted but I won’t say who I vote for. I would now say that my politics is slightly right of centre, but not extreme right.’

After his father died in 1985, Philippe travelled to Munich and met the daughter of Heinrich Himmler, the head of the SS who co-ordinated the extermination of the Jews. He will not name the daughter but it is believed to be Gudrun Burwitz, now 81.

He says: ‘She believed I was Hitler’s grandson, because she had heard of him having a French son living in France from her own circle. This means that his inner circle knew about him having a secret son.’

Philippe also claims he met one of Hitler’s mistresses on the same trip. Historians have always believed the Fuhrer had only two mistresses, Eva Braun and Geli Raubal. Raubal died in 1931 and Braun died with Hitler in his bunker at the end of the war.

If Philippe is correct it means there was a third mistress whom no one knew about and who lived at least until the mid Eighties. Philippe says they met in Berchtesgaden, 100 miles south-east of Munich, and were introduced through Himmler’s daughter.

He says: ‘Historians are wrong, they don’t know everything. Hitler had more than two mistresses. The woman I met was Hitler’s mistress. I won’t name her as she has left behind a son, not Hitler’s, but for his sake I won’t identify her. But she told me that Hitler was a gentle lover and a good lover, just like my grandmother said.’

Philippe says: ‘My father did not need to defend him. He was proud of being Hitler’s son.’

A pride, it would seem, shared by Philippe.

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29 October 1922

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The March on Rome (Italian: Marcia su Roma) was an organized mass demonstration in October 1922 which resulted in Benito Mussolini‘s National Fascist Party (Partito Nazionale Fascista, or PNF) acceding to power in the Kingdom of Italy (Regno d’Italia). In late October 1922 Fascist Party leaders planned an insurrection, to take place on 28 October. When fascist troops entered Rome, Prime Minister Luigi Facta wished to declare a state of siege, but this was overruled by the king. On the following day, 29 October 1922, the king appointed Mussolini as Prime Minister, thereby transferring political power to the fascists without armed conflict.

Today 2017 Rome,

– A far-right activist who attempted a stunt outside parliament on the 95th anniversary of the Fascist takeover of Italy was briefly taken into custody on Saturday, police said.

Maurizio Boccacci, a neo-Fascist leader notorious for Nationalist and anti-Semitic views, tried to put up a Fascist flag on the building of the Chamber of Deputies.

He was taken to a police station, reported to prosecutors for the crime of “apology of Fascism” and banned from Rome‘s municipality for three years, a statement said.

In 2012, Boccacci was handed a suspended one year jail term for re-founding a Fascist party, and three years later he was given the same punishment for incitement to ethnic or racial hatred.

The Forza Nuova party wanted to commemorate the event with a march, but it was banned by police. The far-right group is still planning a demonstration on November 4, the National Army Day in Italy.

In a likely reference to the risk of more neo-Fascist stunts taking place Saturday, police said it was on alert throughout Rome to stop “unauthorized initiatives.”

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