The Committee for the Awarding of Recognition to the Relatives of the Victims of the Foibe at the Presidency of the Council of Ministers, established by Law No. 92 of March 30, 2004, establishing Remembrance Day, has resumed its activities, consistent with the innovations introduced by the Prime Ministerial Decree of December 19, 2025, particularly significant among which is the possibility for municipal administrations to take the initiative. This Committee is responsible for examining, including from a historical perspective, applications from the families and relatives of those killed or killed in the Foibe, or recognized as missing, requesting the award of a plaque with the inscription "The...

Federico D'Addato's short novel, The Key. Foibe, the Border of Memory, opens in a tidy two-room apartment, where the life of a man, an elderly Julian-Dalmatian exile, unfolds between the routine of the workshop and the burden of a memory that has never found peace. The news of Tito's death shakes him. He feels "indebted" to those who never returned, a survivor carrying a rusty key in his pocket that no longer opens anything except the memories of a home violently torn apart. Driven by a friend's words about the need to listen to one's conscience and the need for truth, the protagonist embarks on a physical and spiritual journey toward...

There is a female universe—made up of wives, daughters, and mothers—that revolves around the tragedy of the foibe: countless women who were victims and martyrs of the oppressor's violence and who sometimes, through their example and action, rose to the role of true heroines. Their stories, often hidden or distorted, remain unknown to the general public: the deafening silence that has shrouded their experiences for decades—evidently inconvenient and cumbersome for the supposed champions of "freedom" and "feminism"—must be shattered by the sacrosanct search for the truth. Writer Valentina Motta, in Donne, eroine, martiri delle foibe...

There is a piece of Italian history that still struggles to find space in school textbooks and, more generally, in the collective memory. It is the story of Istrians, Fiume, Dalmatians: men and women born and raised in a borderland and who during the Second World War experienced the drama of the foibe first and then the exodus. Like Erminia, who was only twelve years old when she saw a dear family friend disappear into the terrifying Karst chasms. Graziano, whose soul is still entangled in that night when he fell into the endless void of a foiba, from which he miraculously survived. Italia, who holds her red teapot in her hands, symbol of the day when,...

The story of a long passion, of a long ordeal in the Adriatic lands: that of the Italians of Istria and Dalmatia, civilizers of those lands since the times of the Serenissima Republic, until the outbreak of the opposing nationalisms in the final phase of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the opposition with the Slavic element. Thus a struggle is unleashed, instigated by Vienna according to the perverse logic of "divide and conquer", between the loyalist Slavic element that resides above all in the mountainous interiors of those lands and the Italian one prevalent in the cities and along the coast, to arrive at the Italian genocide at the hands of the National Communists during the last war (purging...

The "Day of Remembrance" on which they are commemorated is a warning against dictatorships of every color and latitude. Dearest Mrs. Segre, when I went to school, that is, in the 50s and 60s, historians of the post-war regime shamefully forgot about the foibe so dear to comrade Tito, where it seems certain that no one came back as instead happened to you, fortunately, and I am pleased, from a concentration camp. So I ask you what you do on February 10, the Day of Remembrance. If Hitler and Mussolini were certainly dictators, what can you tell me about Stalin, his purges and his re-education centers affectionately called Gulags? Enzo Bernasconi This letter from...