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| This Journey of My | Started by: Ubermensch on Oct 16, '18 12:26 |
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It felt good to finally be off that god forsaken tin can. The limited space we were allowed on the boat brought back memories of my old boarding school Salesians of Don Bosco. My father Alessandro, was a black smith in our village. He was the strongest man both physically and mentally. People looked up to him, not because of his services that he provided that were in such high demand, but because of the moral and diplomacy that he seemed to be so well at. He was done in when he started to talk about the local corruption in the village. One day I was running errands for my father and I stopped by the river to take a break. As I sat there I noticed black plumes of smoke coming from the direction of my home. As I ran across the fields, I thought the furnace had caught some lose straw, I today wish I would have ran the other way. As I came closer I could already see there was nothing left but the chimney. I then wonder where my father and mother were, they should be running around frantically. As I was looking around I glanced upon something hanging in the orchard. As I walked closer I knew what it was, this image had became a common image since the corruption my father spoke out against. My fathers hanging body had a note pinned to him, “parla veloce, muori lentamente“, it was a message to the people of who were in charge. My mother lay in front of him in torn garments, with “giacere con lo sciocco, morire scioccamente” pinned to her. As sat there some of the locals came in on their horses, but they were too late, not like any of them would have been able to stop it. The priest also came and pulled me aside. He told me that I was lucky. He told me that I must get as far away from this place as possible. He said that if the people that did this found out that I existed, I would face the same fate as my father. As I rode on the buggy with the priest I turned to look at my home, what was left of it. He grabbed me and told me i can never come back and that he was sending me far away to some boarding school. For the next six years I learned how to take care of myself at Salesians. I left like most others that didn’t become part of the priesthood when I turned eighteen. They gave me several rations of food and a few dollars to help me on what they called my “journey”. I found some work at a shop. After about year I decided I needed more. I thought about what my boss said to one of the customers that came in one day. The man was in search of some rarity’s, my boss responded with “Where you think you are, America?”. As we were closing up that night I asked my boss about this place, he told me it was a place of dreams where anything was possible. The next week I decided to travel to this place of possibility. I boarded the boat with hundreds of others looking for a better place. As we went down to our quarters that were cramped. Many of them went above to watch as the boat left port, I decided that that I was never going to look back, on this “journey of my”. |
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