In 1957, Mussolini was brought home to his birthplace, Predappio, for reburial. There to meet him was his wife Rachele, who had outlasted all of his lovers and knew him better than anyone in the world, which is probably why she never prayed at the temple of his greatness. “My husband appeared to be a lion, but instead he was a rather sad and small man,” she told a journalist in 1946.20
