Vittorio Feltri reveals his dramatic story: “When my wife died in childbirth”

Vittorio Feltri’s sensational revelation about his private life, with information few knew about the past

Vittorio Feltri has always been a controversial figure. An outspoken journalist, with political ideas that may not appeal and especially positions that have sometimes made many readers crawl.

Vittorio Feltri (photo Libero)

The editor-in-chief of the Libero, however, revealed himself, in his most intimate and private capacity, in a long interview granted to Corriere della Sera. Feltri recounted an incredible drama he experienced when he was still just a boy.

“As a boy I won the prize for best essay, they sent me to read it in a class of girls. They all applauded, except one: I looked at her badly, crossed two magnificent eyes. It was Maria Luisa Trussardi. We exchanged a few kisses on the wall, but then I fell in love with another Maria Luisa. She immediately became pregnant, a forced marriage, and I found two little girls in the hospital. When they told me they were twins, I almost fainted. They gave me an injection, I went from despair to euphoria. I called them Laura and Saba, after my favorite poet. But despair returned immediately: my wife died in childbirth, she was 20 years old”.

Vittorio Feltri, dramas and the extended family: the private revelations of the director of Libero

So when Vittorio Feltri was very young, he found himself the father of two girls but without their mother. A delicate situation, which the journalist admits to having resolved in a daring way.

“I didn’t know what to do with two babies, I took them to the orphanage. I looked around, there were a lot of employees and I chose the one with the best legs. I courted and married her: Enoe acted like a mother to the girls and I will always be grateful to her. Together we had Fiorenza and Mattia, but I also consider Paolo, my wife’s sister’s son, my son”. Vittorio Feltri at the Libero

A man with a strong sense of family and affection. Vittorio Feltri also recounted when his father’s death upset him: “My first memory is the death of my father Angelo, when I was six years old. He was 43 years old and was killed by Addison’s disease, from which he is now cured thanks to two cortisone injections. Two hours before leaving, he wanted to see me, my brother Ariel and my sister Marianna, as a sort of blessing. I don’t know if he recognized me. My mother sold Combattenti pasta, in the evening I waited at the window for her return. And when I saw her coming, I ran up the stairs to hug her tight.