The museum can be visited by appointment and does not only describe the life of this great man, but also a piece of Italian history. That concerns all Italians. There are photographs with Turati, Parri and Carlo Rosselli that document the daring escape by motorboat in 1926 from Italy to Corsica. Then his move to Paris and Nice, where Pertini lived for a couple of years taking different odd jobs to get by. There are the years of his life in prison, and in one room there is even the bed where he spent his last days – built by a carpenter of Genoa-based on the model he had slept on in the Regina Coeli prison -, and photographs with 20th-century politicians, from Andreotti to Craxi to Saragat. However, we can also find less institutional and more personal recollections, faithfully recounting the figure of Pertini – his unforgettable pipe collection, his beloved bocce, his lawyer tools of trade from when, for a short time, he opened a legal office in Savona, later to be destroyed by the Fascists, or his famous coats with the Italian tri-color sown inside, because you can be both a Socialist and the Father of your Country.
Then, there are also the few books that survived the German fury and, of course, the reminders of the legendary scopa card games, including the “world championship” with Zoff, Causio and Bearzot, even if it is said that he almost never won. “In Stella, my village” – he used to say justifying himself – “we play differently”.