The philosophy of grandfather Angiolino

This live distro is dedicated to my grandfather Angiolino.
This is his story:
Brescia (Italy), Second World War.
After a bombing raid on the city, young Maria finds her house pierced in the
middle by a bomb passed through the four-storey building from top to ground.
Her father Angiolino soon gets there too and together they climb the stairs
of the unsafe building up to their flat.
They have to be careful not to fall into the central hole made by the bomb.
While Maria is crying out: "Dad, dad, we haven't got our house any more",
he opens a cupboard door, finds an unbroken bottle and have a drink.