Trieste’s Largest Refugee Camp in Padriciano: The Silent Witness of The Tragic Past

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by Alessandra Ressa

In 1954 Trieste experienced one of the largest refugee crisis in history. Sixty-eight years later, history seems to sadly repeat itself with millions of people having fled over the borders of neighboring European countries into a frightening and uncertain future. 

Many Ukrainian refugees are reaching Trieste. In our city, a network of associations and volunteers are working hard to support these desperate people. However, as the United Nations warn, this is just the beginning. It is estimated that more than 4 million people will become refugees, while inside Ukraine millions more will be displaced. What we are witnessing is the largest refugee crisis in a century.

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The last crisis of this proportion was at the end of World War II, where an estimated 11 million displaced people were registered across Europe. Displaced persons’ camps were primarily for refugees from Eastern Europe. However, in the Italian city of Trieste there were also thousands of Italians who had fled their homes in Fiume, Istria and Dalmatia after it was declared Yugoslavian territory. Trieste and its CRPs (Centro Raccolta Profughi  – Refugee Gathering Centers)  has had a long experience in dealing with refugees long before the Ukranian crisis.

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An estimated 350,000 refugees coming from the former Italian territories of Istria, Fiume and Dalmatia reached the city in the years following the second conflict. The camps in Trieste were often the last stop for entire families, before they embarked on ships to take them to a new life. Some families stayed for a year, others much longer.  Thousands settled in Trieste for good.

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There were nine official camps in Trieste, but research about them is not an easy task. Their history, as well as their fading presence, seem to be an uncomfortable issue often kept confined to the past.  One such place is the old refugee camp in Padriciano, in operation  from 1954 to the mid 1970s. 

This CRP (Centro Raccolta Profughi) was mainly for the Istrian refugees. Throughout the years in activity, it hosted between 5,000 and 7,000 people. It still stands today, partly abandoned, partly museum, partly bee farm, partly illicit dump. It was built in 1945 after liberation and used as military barracks by the Allied forces. It is forever to remain another silent witness of Trieste’s troubled history.

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Located along the main road that connects the Carso villages of Basovizza and Padriciano, a tall and gloomy metal fence surrounds the vast site. Inside, dilapidated buildings and abandoned cars cover the area. A sign on a chained gate tells of a museum, which appears to be closed,  except for special dates, such as February 10th, when Italy sadly remembers the thousands of  Italian citizens killed by Yugoslavians during the retaliations that followed the end of WWII.

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The museum itself, established by Unione degli Istriani of Trieste in 2004 and run on a volunteer basis, is a heartbreaking experience. Built inside one of the few standing stone barracks which  functioned as the camp’s canteen, the cold, peeling walls tell of familiar tales we too often hear about. It is the timeless account of displaced people, among them many children, forced to flee their homes with little or no possessions.

A series of panels illustrate the historical and political events of the area and help understand the new lines of the border between Italy and Yugoslavia drawn in 1954 and the consequences they led to. The recreation of  living spaces, literally no bigger than a container, allows us to imagine the difficulties that the exiles had in facing the years following  their forced exile.

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At the center of a large hall is a stack of furniture and everyday objects that tell of the hopes of so many people who sought normality in trying to recreate their former lives. Many photographs hang from the walls, and you can’t help being amazed at the smiles of young girls despite broken hopes and dreams.

The museum also contains objects dating from the Nazi and Titoist occupations of the city of Trieste, as well as original signposts (Istrian towns and villages) used for the gathering of exiles after their departure from their homeland. Outside the museum, a symbolic graveyard made of Carso rocks bears the names of some of the exiles.

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Further away, in the vast area surrounding the few standing building, there is what remains of the sleeping quarters. The stone foundation of the barracks tell us of a place not much different from a concentration camp. Unheated wooden shacks with roofs in asbestos and divided into 4×4-meter boxes accommodated single families.

The precariousness of living conditions inside this structure, where entire families lived in cramped spaces separated only by blankets, sheets or, in the most fortunate cases, by simple plywood barriers, created a promiscuity that led refugees to live in constant uncertainty, not only related to unhealthy environs and precarious hygienic conditions, but also to isolation from the city context.

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It was so cold inside the barracks during Trieste winters that children got very sick, and, in one recorded case, died. This is what happened to young Marinella Filippaz, who froze to death in February 1956. She was only one year old.  The camp ended up becoming a world apart, totally foreign to the rest of the city, with its own life, times and rules.

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The refugees had to cope with poor living conditions for over twenty years until the construction and assignment of new homes. This meant that a whole generation of Triestini were born and  reached adulthood inside the barracks. It is estimated that by 1961 one third of Trieste’s population was made up of refugees.

You can reach the grounds of the old refugee camp through a tiny gate further down the road from the museum entrance. A yellow and green sign painted on it indicates the way to the abandoned grounds.   

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To plan a visit to the Padriciano refugee camp museum  you can contact Unione degli Istriani +39040636098 www.padriciano.org, or write an email crp@padriciano.org

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“Born to Italian-Scottish parents, an explosive combination, reason for my restlessness and love for good food, I’ve moved from San Francisco, California to Trieste 20 years ago. I have a degree in Mass Communication from the University of California, Berkeley, and a Master’s degree in International Cooperation from the Scuola Superiore di Studi Universitari in Pisa. In San Francisco I worked for several years as a journalist and press officer before moving to Albania, Bosnia, Kosovo and other war stricken countries with the United Nations. I am a professional journalist and English teacher, I love the outdoors, exploring caves and unusual places, travelling, meeting people, the opera, singing, the scent of the sea and the whistle of the wind. No other city in the world other than Trieste can offer all this.”

5 COMMENTS

  1. Ciao Alessandra,
    I am one of those children from Padriciano. My family lived in the camp (Barraca 7) from 1955 to 1959 when we made a new start in Canada. I was 11 when we left Padriciano. Have you read a book by Arrigo Pettaco translated by Conrad Eisenbichler called A Tragedy Revealed? It is the story of Italians from Istria, Dalmatia and Venezia Giulia. It is compelling! Published by University of Toronto Press

  2. I was also one of those children from Padriciano. My family lived in Baraca 6. Left for Canada in 1957. I was 10 when we left. I am so glad we came to Canada, the best country in the world. We made a good life here. Love to go back to see my homeland “Istria” and have been a few times.

  3. Beautiful and haunting story. Reminds me of the Partition of India, especially the Punjab, where over a million were forced to migrate back and forth — between India and Pakistan — and the violence that ensued.

  4. I was there 1970. I was 10 yrs old.We stayed in the camp for about 3 months. After that we were sent to Latina. We left in 1971 to USA. Conditions were ok, Italians treated us good. I think refugees now are not treated that good.

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