With his splendid name, fiery red hair, utter disdain for Silvio Berlusconi, and passion for Internazionale (the left wing team for those who don’t know soccer), Alessandro Liberati had the look and feel of an Italian revolutionary. But he was a gentle and convivial revolutionary, regularly hosting the “libertrophy,” a weekend party of fun and games at his family home in Tuscany. At his funeral in the packed Romanesque Basilica of Santo Stefano in Bologna, his daughter Valeria read his last letter, in which he hoped that there would be a special libertrophy “characterised by high spirits and by the desire to be together.”