I basically grow up with my Grandparents (my Dad's side), both my parents were too young... My Grandma was from Slovenia and my Grandad from Sicily and very proud of that... He was a big fan of Mussolini, and I was always making controversial question about that subject, no that at the time I was seriously interested in the subject, but to see him losing his patience was for me a victory.
Both of them very conservative, but I very much loved them, they were much more warm of my actual parents, and they were taking care of me in every little aspect of my life.
The only way to keep me calm when I was that little evil Damien was to promising me to send me back to my parents.
My Grandad fought WWII in North Africa, and he was taken prisoner by the English, I will never forget how much good my Grandad was talking about them, how good and fair he has been treated. He was calling them "Signori"(high class)
So I grow up with that idea, and when I moved in London for quite a long time I sticked with that thought, up to the point that some English friend told me "Marco, you don't know very well the English"
Well, I must say that I finally understood the bad side of one side of the English people since I got more deep in observing them on an internet forum.
I basically grow up with my Grandparents (my Dad's side), both my parents were too young... My Grandma was from Slovenia and my Grandad from Sicily and very proud of that... He was a big fan of Mussolini, and I was always making controversial question about that subject, no that at the time I was seriously interested in the subject, but to see him losing his patience was for me a victory.
Both of them very conservative, but I very much loved them, they were much more warm of my actual parents, and they were taking care of me in every little aspect of my life.
The only way to keep me calm when I was that little evil Damien was to promising me to send me back to my parents.
My Grandad fought WWII in North Africa, and he was taken prisoner by the English, I will never forget how much good my Grandad was talking about them, how good and fair he has been treated. He was calling them "Signori"(high class)
So I grow up with that idea, and when I moved in London for quite a long time I sticked with that thought, up to the point that some English friend told me "Marco, you don't know very well the English"
Well, I must say that I finally understood the bad side of one side of the English people since I got more deep in observing them on an internet forum.