English Diary of Marco to his wife

English Diary of Marco to his wife


10th Street
Brooklyn
New York
Date: 19/6/1950

Dear Maria,
I hope you and the kids are well, and everyone back home is as well. The journey to America was how can you say? Non buono ma niente male(not good but not bad). It was so bumpy and swaying all the time, I couldn’t sleep for one bit. But at least I had Rodolpho with me, you know how he just cheers everyone up and makes everyone laugh. Anyway back on the trip, we weren’t the only immigrants (how the Americans say it) on the ship, they were about ten of us. We had to make no noise while we were on the ship or the captain will tell us of or even worse throw us off the ship, without our money back. So we couldn’t take any chances. I know you maybe be angry with me for leaving you and the kids on short notice but you know why I had to do it Maria. Our son has a chest disease and you want what me to watch him die! No, I cannot do that, I am a family man and a family man has to take care of his family whatever it takes, and if that is going to another country for 4 to 5 years then so be it! Well let me calm down a little bit, Let me talk about the house we are staying in, it is magnificent, when we walked in I could not believe my eyes. Beatrice said it was small and nothing fancy. They have some kind of paintings on the walls, I heard her say once that it is called wallpaper, can you believe that! Wallpaper! America is great. The people we are staying with are called Eddie, Beatrice and Catherine. Eddie is Beatrice’s husband and to be honest he is a bit of a controlli il capriccio (control freak) also I think he does not take a liking in Rodolpho, I don’t know why though, he just seems to despise him all the time. Beatrice on the other had is always the one who stops any real arguments from happening. She is smart our cousin. Real smart. And then there is Catherine, who is not really as smart as Beatrice, and she also has this weird connection with Eddie, but it is probably an American thing. She...

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