There was a little man who used to stand at the threshold of this immense factory: he was the first to arrive and he was the last to leave.
With his German chocolates he delighted everybody, tourists and employees.
The little man was the first to open the gate on 20 December 1926 and the last to shut it; he kept the big secret of joy of this majestic factory. Jack F. had worked as a doorkeeper at the Bemberg since he was 16: everybody knew him and a lot of stories were told about him: a welcoming, kind person, he didn't say much but what he said was well-meaning, and he was loved by employees and managers. Mr. Jack F. is said never to have concluded his career, even if now the Bemberg is a pile of lifeless walls. He stays on, in that little house at the main entrance, next to the big gate, there now with his toothless smile, to keep watch on the factory.
The Gozzanesi always used to see a little light in the distance: they used to think it was the spirit of Mr. Jack F. who was doing the "rounds" to check that there weren't any trespassers.
That light in the night hasn't been seen for some time: it's disappeared. But from the big cisterns that dominate the road, from inside the Bemberg a roar can be heard; it recalls the sound of a never ending ruin: an echo that extends and runs across all those empty and desolate buildings that once were the life and happiness of many people …. and what remains of the chocolates is only the paper.