Few
afternoons ago, my young princess came to my prison to watch with me the DVD
movie “under the Tuscan Sun, since she’s come back from her trip to Italy,
where she spent the entire month of June with my sister and her cousins in
their home to study the Italian language at a school specific to teach Italian
to foreign young people, she has shown a particular interest for all that has
to do with the country that’s genetically her own.
So when we
were watching this pleasant movie, we spoke in Italian and I had the opportunity
to teach to my princess much of what I know about the region Tuscany and of the
way we Italian live and have been living for many centuries.
The primary
goal is to make sure that my angel won’t forget the Italian she’s learned
during this month long trip, when she went on her own to Florence that’s now
connected with Verona with a high speed train, where she stayed as guest of the
family with the child who my princess often baby-sits.
I cannot
begin to say here how proud my princess keeps making me; she truly gives me the
reason to be here still alive – even if in pain.
Anyway what
had the both of us laugh real loud is that this movie starts with the actors
getting together for an informal party somewhere in NYC and I started talking
about the architecture of the room where the party was taking place as a “typical
Italian architecture” it took to my angel a good 5 minutes to make me stop jabbering
about the typical architectural shape of the arching ceiling of the room (that’s the way they are
all built in Tuscany, I was saying).
Once in
real Italian soil the movie took place in some beautiful parts of the country
that – to be honest – I’m not very familiar with.
My great
satisfaction and joy has been to have something important and dear to us both
to talk about (in
Italian) and share.
Watching
this movie had me realize that I’m truly part of a very different human species,
not just because my mother language is Italian, the closest to the Latin of the
ancient Romans (emperors
of the 2K years ago world) but also because of my unique experiences and cultural foundations
since I was very young.
This is the
reason why – I believe – I haven’t been able to really get over the tragedy
that my accident means with my family.
It’s very
easy to say that if I think, talk and act in a different way is because my
brain is injured, yes but where do you put the 2+K years of culture and genetic
inheritance? Isn’t this ignorance with lack of understanding that had my neurophys
write assessments on paper now only good to be used in the bathroom after a #2
to clean (wipe) your …..?
Here again
it’s my sense of superiority that makes me look down at those people guilty of
having imprisoned me by conservators, BUT on the other side if someone feels to
be superior to someone else it’s only because that someone else is clearly
inferior.
This
concept may even sound good, however it cannot be expressed in words to anybody
because surely misunderstood and offensive.
Anyway this
post is about me having something important to share with my princess that’s
dear to her too and making me feel somehow important with a special type of
knowledge gives me yet another important reason to do my best to stick around
for as long as I can.
As I’ve done
recently I want my readers to know that I’ve been working on a post about
faith, religions and God’s concept…..so stick around and come here to check my blog
every few day, keeping in mind that your donation – no matter how small – is very
welcome.
- http://takelessons.com/blog/italian-stereotypes-z09
- https://www.quora.com/Are-modern-Italians-direct-descendants-of-ancient-Romans
- https://www.reddit.com/r/AskHistorians/comments/1hqkhg/how_closely_are_modern_italians_ethnically/?st=j53dcdng&sh=525e567c
- https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-typical-traits-of-an-Italian
- https://robertlindsay.wordpress.com/2009/08/07/who-were-the-ancient-romans/
- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_history_of_Italy
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