Growing Up Under Fascism
In a Little Town in Southern Italy


Chapter I - Life in Italy at the end of WWII
Chapter II - Time for a critical decision
Chapter III - The Departure
Chapter IV - Crossing The Atlantic Ocean
Chapter V - Arrival to New York and Settling Down
Chapter VI - First Moving Experience
Chapter VII - Joining the Air Force
Chapter VIII - GRADUATION and New Assignment
Chapter IX - The Army Language School
Chapter X - Chanute Air Force Base
Chapter XI - Lackland Air Force Base
Chapter XII - The London Experience
Chapter XIII - Going to College
Chapter XIV - NEW YORK CITY: The Ultimate Goal
Chapter XV - My First Vacation
Chapter XVI - BACK IN NEW YORK: Second Try
Chapter XVII - Looking for Alternatives
Chapter XVIII - Changing course: Becoming and Educator
Chapter XIX - Teaching Overseas: The Final Solution(?)


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.

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