Growing Up Under Fascism
In a Little Town in Southern Italy
CONTENTS PREFACE There is no place like home! For each person home is a place where one longs to be. It could be in the desert, on a mountain, in a forest, on the ocean, no matter where it is, that is the place where our hearts are, and where indelible memories are. The memories from our early year, the faces of close members of the family, relatives, friends are there, and there is no other place on earth that can replace it. However, in many cases no matter how important it may be, it does not provide a life style that meets the basic needs of an acceptable life, or cannot enable a person to fulfill its potential to the fullest. As soon as one becomes old enough to be responsible for his own life goals, or to set up a family, a person may not see any hope for doing so in his native place, and is forced to look for other alternatives. In many cases it is not a life style, but simply the possibility of providing oneself of the basic needs for survival. In other cases it may be that an oppressive form of government does not allow the possibility of using the "free will" that the Good Lord gave each one of us. In that case, the individual is forced to leave home and seek a more hospitable social environment. Whatever the reason, leaving home is not an easy thing to do, and no matter what are the improvements at the social level, there is always a yearning for the original place of birth. It is true that its strength depends on the age the person was at the time he left home, but regardless of everything, the umbilical cord is always present. Unconciously the subject is always attached to what in his mind is the memory of his birth place. |
