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| Ttrapani's Tremendous Traveling Memoirs | Started by: RichardRizzo on Apr 28, '09 19:53 |
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In a very well decorated but small villa in Napoli, Italy. A young man took a very, very small bag of his belongings, his only other pair of pants, some homemade bread his mother baked, and a picture of The Statue of Liberty he has cut out of a newspaper. As much as he didn't want to leave his family, his country, and his home. He knew that America would be the place he could make a decent living, meet an American girl and no longer have to herd goats or crush grapes for wine all day for meager pay. He kissed his mother's cheek, shook his fathers hand and off he went, down to the coast to catch the next ship out to America. He had numerous thoughts running through his mind about what he wanted to do once he arrived, he wanted to get a real nice house to live in, an amazing job, a gorgeous wife and all the food he could consume without throwing up. While the ship wasn't the nicest, it was nice knowing that once he checked in, he was off to a better life. He walked up to the ramp, an older man in uniform asked him for his name, date of birth and where he was born. Stating that this was purely for America's records. While he was giving the older man his information, he could see a line starting to form behind him, and after he seen a few kids running back and forth on the ship, he noticed how many people were heading to the same destination he was. The ship had a foul smell coming from somewhere, babies were crying and it looked like someone had urinated right in front of the cabin doors. He heard a familiar voice behind him, of course in Italian. "CARMINE! What the hell are you doing here? You're not leaving home are you?" It was his long child hood friend Vito. The smile on his face said it all, he was happy to see someone he knew, and together they could be lost in a new country. "Hey Vito! Good to see you. I'm finally leaving home, I got tired of saying it and not doing it. I'll make something of myself and make my father proud. What are you doing here? Your family get tired of you eating all the food? Help me find a cabin to put all this stuff away." Together the two young italian men went to the lower deck of the ship and found a small, empty cabin barely big enough for Vito, as plump as he was. As they settled in, they talked about what work would be in the new country. Vito brought up this thing, Cosa Nostra. Rumors were spread through Italy and Sicily about how it had dug roots in America, just like it had in the old country. There were plenty of people that could get them to meet the right guys in Cosa Nostra, and word was they were always in need of people willing to do anything for a living. And so it went, they talked about the rumors they had heard, what they would be eating at home, and what life would be like in America. The rocking of the ship had put Carmine to sleep, if it wasn't for Vito's snoring or his own rumbling stomach, he would of slept all day. He heard commotion up top, he decided to see what was going on before Vito's inqueries about food held him up. He noticed people heading to the front of the ship, gasping and talking excitingly. As he came around the corner he saw an amazing statue, holding a torch. Like it was lighting the way home, to freedom. His awe struck moment was cut short by Vito running into him without an attempt to stop. "I'm not even in the country yet and I already have a concussion, thanks Vito." Smiling and eating a loaf of bread he had 'found', he helped Carmine up. After the two had taking what little belongings they had off the boat, there was a well dressed man sitting next to his car, apparently waiting for someone to walk off the boat. Carmine asked him for directions to a motel, the man shook his head, laughed and took a business card from his jacket pocket. "That's the best help you'll get."
"Gratzie." Carmine replied and walked back to Vito, showing him the card. It had no effect, his eyes were set on a fruit stand across the street. While Vito was bargaining with the vendo, Carmine stared at the card, and remembered what he had heard of 'The Black Hand', a group of Italians that looked out for eachother and earned a lot of American money in the process. A week later they arrived in Detroit, wondering down Broadway trying to find the address, hoping someone would be there to assist them. Carmine knocked on the door, an older man answered. Carmine explained about the man, and the card. He welcomed them in, sat them at a large table and told them to wait. Looking at the paintings on the walls, and the carpet, Vito noticed how well the inside looked compared to the worn out bricks of the outside. Before a conversation could be struck up, a man dressed in a fine silk suit, his shoes shined, smoking a cigar walked into the room, introduced himself and sat across from them. "I'm El Nino, my associate tells me you're new to America, and are in need of work. Let me be the first to tell you, this work isn't easy, and there are rules you'll have to abide by. Remember the jails back home? They're nothing like the ones here, keep that in mind. If you think you can handle that, and keep your mouth shut, I think I can help you out." From the time Carmine shook his hand, he became a member of The Guardian Chasseurs. He would rise to become friends with future Captain, Louis Gato, and one of his most trusted Capo's and associates. He seen the death of Gaurdian, and other members of his family. Sadly, Carmine's life ended before it's prime. But many of his closest friends keep him in their memory til this day. |
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