In Savona the commemoration of the Fallen is a fact that concerns the whole city, a "tradition" of the fascist era that has been perpetuated, after 1945, in memory of the miseries of war. Memory, however, tends to fade over time, even though for the rhetoric can only be eternal. It is rhetoric that dies hard. Thus, at a time when speed marks urban rhythms even in small towns, in Savona an intervention from above has reinforced the costume of stopping for two minutes every day, in memory of the victims, just when it was about to disappear into everyone’s indifference. The ritual is celebrated every day with all the rules: it has its priests, the city police who officiate at the service by stopping traffic, and devotees who come from far and wide. And everyone is punctually waiting, in front of the monument, for the fateful tolling of the bell that calls the arrest.