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Published: December 24th 2009
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my father's visit was a very emotional visit, and you know me - when it comes to emotions - you will get only the clod facts and boring truth... but come on people - use your imagination....
So - the main idea of the visit (i think) was to visit the town i was born in and mainly the 5 families that were my parents best friends-family-like-friends. Some of them are very old. when i left Italy i was about 4 years old and fluent in Italian. I have visited twice since then - when i was 11 and when I was 27, both of the times i didn't understand or say a word... the "very emotional" thing kicks in when we all know that it's the first time that we meet and i can understand them and even speak a little. for some of them it might also be the last time. the other very emotional thing (more for them, less for me) is the fact that i look like my mother (for those of you who don't know, my mother died 8.5 years ago) for them it's a shock to see me - one of them even spotted
me walking in the street and thought - "i know her, she looks like her mom".
so - visiting the first family I had was a very big deal for me, so big that i can't even write a normal sentence, so i will leave it for now. knowing me and the internet connection here - i will send the
e-mail in few days, completely forgetting to edit it...
another thing i did was to go to the town's archive and find my birth declaration. i did it all by myself (yes, yes, in italian).. and i got it!! i got the wrong document.
i was looking for another one, that was written in a big book but i am very comfortable thinking you can't find those books, they are stored somewhere.. that's what i understood and for me that's the truth.
but - i have an A4 sized photocopy, signed by the municipality saying that i was born there...
Bologna is not only red and fat, it's also funny
now, about my "hometown" that's the one i told you about the via john Lennon address.... well, it's not the end of the great humor my town
has...
the towns hero is Neptune. there is a big statue of him in the main piazza... the town leader that asked for the statue wasn't happy with the first version. Neptune's "brain" (penis) was a little to BIG.... so - he forced the artist to start again. the artist did so, this time it was o.k. only later they found out that the artist new what he was doing....
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