Summary
I was 11 years old at the time but the hurt has not disappeared in the intervening decades. My mother had to return to the family farm in the Italian Apennines, south of the city of Parma, and as the eldest of her two sons I was first in line to go.
It was an adventure I was desperate to enjoy. My first visit to the farm, and to my uncle and aunt who ran it, had been seven years earlier.See the full content of this document
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The Trip of a Lifetime of Learning
I remembered the months I had spent on that visit as an idyll. Even for a child barely out of nappies, the beauty of the green and white limestone mountains rising to 6,000 feet was unforgettable, the mountain air balmy.
My mother had married late and, a...See the full content of this document
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