1945 brought the end of the Second World War in Giuseppe’s old continent, even though early death would not leave the world. On the other side of the Atlantic, it rushed to the end, the life of Jose Lanzarini and, three years later uncle Alfredo and my great great grandfather Leonardo, by pure sadness, like in the blink of an eye. It is said that Alfredo swore: “I would die when I decided it”, he repeated again and again. Death, as it is written in the Bible and Giuseppe knew it very well, had lost only once. With its victorious mischief, a tragic day of 1948, death denied the my uncle’s promise, and took him without warning, leaving not just a woman, but two women, three small girls and my “Nono” (Grandpa in Italian), a 12 year-old boy.
It continues: Chapter 7-Red wine women