When I arrived via Madama Cristina, the August sun shone on my skin. This is a long street, close to the city center.
When I arrived via Madama Cristina, the (hot) August sun burned my skin. This is a long street, close to the city center.
I walked for five minutes to find the shop: “Sartoria Su Misura” I read above the door. I took a deep breath and went in.
I walked for five minutes to find this shop: “Tailor shop’Su misura'”, I read above the door.
I took a deep breath and went in.
“Good night” greetings.
“Good evening, sir, can I help you?” an old man with a big white beard replied. He has blue eyes, just like mine. Her hair is white, but curly like mine. Maybe I’m lucky…I hope so.
“Good evening,” I greeted my master.
“Good evening, sir, what can I do for you?” replied an old white bearded man with a big beard. He has blue eyes, just like mine. His hair is white, but curly like mine. Maybe I am lucky.. I really hope so.
“I’m looking for Mr. Carlo Baldini,” I said.
“It’s me!” The man smiled.
“I’m looking for Mr. Carlo Baldini,” I said.
“That’s me!” The man said with a smile.
I began to tell my story: the war, my childhood in the United States, the clues I had, and the journey to Italy to find my parents.
I began to tell him my story: the war, my childhood in the United States, the clues I had, and the journey to Italy to find my parents.
When I finished speaking, the man started to tell me something, but he said so fast that I couldn’t understand anything. I interrupted him: “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Can you speak more slowly? You know, I’m a foreigner…”
When I finished speaking, the man started to say something to me, but he said so fast that I couldn’t understand a word. I interrupted him: “I’m sorry, I didn’t understand. Can you speak more slowly? You know, I’m a foreigner…”
“Of course, of course, I’m sorry.” He smiled again, maybe he was happy to find his son?
But what he said disappointed me: “I said I’m sorry I am not your father. I’m sorry. I only have one daughter, Elisa, who lives outside the city.”
“Of course, of course, I’m sorry” he smiled again. Maybe he is happy to find his son?
But his words disappointed me: “Unfortunately, I mean I am not your father. Sorry. I only have one daughter, Elisa, but she lives outside the city.”
“It’s okay” I thought, I just started my research. But the man hasn’t finished saying: “Wait a minute.”
“It’s no big deal” I thought, I just started my search.
The man hasn’t finished saying: “Wait a minute.”
“Marta!” shouted. A girl came out from the door, tall and thin, with blond straight hair.
“Italo, this is Marta. He has been working here for a few weeks.”
“Marta!” he shouted. A girl came out from the door. She is tall and thin, with straight blond hair.
“Italo, this is Marta. She has been working here for a few weeks.”
“Nice to meet you, Marta Bianchi”.
This surname rekindled my hopes. Carlo Bianchi is one of the names on a small list given to me by a gentleman from Mirafiori, which includes a person named Carlo who worked in Fiat when I was born.
“Marta Bianchi, nice to meet you”. This surname rekindled my hopes. Carlo Bianchi was one of the shortlists given to me by Mirafiori employees. Carlo Bianchi, who worked at Fiat when I was born, is on the list.
“Italo, very happy. Marta, can I call you?”
“of course”
“Italo, nice to meet you. Marta, can I[daredeltu=usetheinformal”you”toaddresseachother?”[daredeltu=addressingeachotherusingtheinformal”you”?[daredeltu=用非正式的“你”稱呼對方嗎？[daredeltu=addressingeachotherusingtheinformal“you”?
of course!
“I want to ask you if one of your relatives is named Carlo Bianchi by accident? Maybe he works for Fiat?” I asked her.
“I want to ask you, do you happen to have a relative named Carlo Bianchi? Who might have worked at Fiat?” I asked.
“Yes, my father! Carlo Antonio Bianchi. He worked for Fiat before going to the war”
I don’t believe it, good luck!
“Yes, my father! Carlo Antonio Bianchi. He worked at Fiat before going to the war”
I can’t believe what a lucky blow this is.
“However, unfortunately, he passed away two years ago,” he added sadly. I was very sad. I also retell my story to her, she listened very carefully.
“Unfortunately, he passed away two years ago,” she added sadly. I will also be sad. I also tell her my story. She listened very carefully.
“My parents never told me about American children. Besides, we were born in the same year, that’s impossible. However, many people are called Carlo Bianchi. Maybe my dad is not the right one. People. Sorry, Italo”.
“My parents never told me about American children. Besides, we were born in the same year, that is impossible. But there are many Carlo Bianchi’s. Maybe my father is not suitable. Sorry, Italo.”
I am also very sorry, very sorry. I really don’t want to talk anymore. I am disappointed, but I still have a little hope, even if it is just a name: Carlo Rastrelli, the last one on my list.
I am also very sorry.
I really don’t want to talk anymore. I am disappointed, but I still have some hope, even if it is just a name: Carlo Rastrelli, the last one on my list.
