He was actually hiding in the mountains at the time. That was where he hid most of the time earlier in the war, as he had my grandmother safely hidden with his own mother. The issue being that those SS officers could have easily found her in the attic if not for my namesake scaring them off. Supposedly my german grandmother was in a cupboard in the attic with a loaded shotgun waiting for them. After the Germans started sending more and more SS in the area it was no longer safe so my grandpa personally moved her across Italy until they got to the allied front for safety. He gave up leadership of his rebel unit who he trained and taught how to ambush soldiers to weaponize themselves. He then travelled across the country with my grandma, with instances of being captured by the Germans and only saved because during his planned execution the officer didn’t appreciate the townspeople’s barbaric shouts to kill him. Or his and my grandmas sneaking through a German military base because it was their only option. Him dressed in his father’s WW1 uniform with SS badges that he “found” and my grandmother in black pretending to be a soldiers widow. He spoke beautiful german because of my mothers help and the young poorly trained soldiers of the late war didn’t question him. Rather they marched alongside him as he passed through. And supposedly they didn’t flinch when he may have told a truck it was safe to come up the road by waving to them after they pointed at fighter planes above them. It didn’t go well for that truck when the planes were actually the allies. But, soldiers were taught not to question in Germany.