The howl of the wolf    I would run making roll an iron circle by pushing it and holding it balances some with an iron stem. I traversed the pavement of via Zamagna; the concentration of the play was disturbed by a presence behind me; corner of the eye I had seen a dog next to my calves. With a HAAAAAAAA... of fear I flee giving up all; the deer arrived on me and I fell on the ground; there it had blocked me with its legs and started to satisfy its cruel desires by licking me the face. TOM entered thus in family at the 5 months age; me I was five years old.   My father had found TOM, in a peasant where it had been given up by his owners, went away towards Switzerland at the beginning of the war. Its load was to become while growing, the defender of the store which, moreover, had been just burglarized.   But soon the life changed and one moved up from the flight of the burglars to the damage of the war, much more serious and fatal.   The first time, it was in the full middle of a night. I awoke with the explosions of the bombs; while mom sought me to equip, Carla made it still semi slowly deadened, dad tried to awake Marie who had returned herself to the other side of her bed. Me I did not understand what was happening. While the noise of the other planes approached, mom went down, by tightening me in her arms, towards the refuge.   The finished bombardment, the damage more important in the surroundings had with soufflement of the explosions which had inserted the grids of the stores, among which our, and broken panes of windows.   Inserted grid, Tom had come out in the street. From this moment there it had disappeared.   It returned two days afterwards in a pitiful state.   It had changed its behavior: when the weather was cold or hot it dug a hole in the ground and was inserted inside is to preserve the body heat when the weather was cold, to receive the freshness of the ground when the weather was hot.   But especially it had learned that the remote noise of the planes which approached meant bombardment: well before the sirens announce the danger it came out in the medium of short and, the head raised towards the sky, it launched, like a great message full with pain, the howl of the wolf. He had become the messenger for the inhabitant of the surroundings who, when he howled, went to put himself under shelter. I think that many people owe him its life. Camillo GOJ