...boys from the little steep-hilled towns of the Abruzzi where the snow comes early on the tops of the mountains,...those who worked in garages, or machine shops, in Milano or Bologna or Firenze, or rode their bicycles in road races on the white dust-powdered roads of Lombardy,...those who played football for their factory teams in Spezia or Torino,...mowed their high mountain meadows of the Dolomites and guided skiers in the winter, or would have been burning charcoal in the woods above Piombino, or maybe sweeping out a trattoria in Vicenza, or would have gone to North or South America in the old days.
Ernest Hemingway, By-Line.