Dear reader, I really hope you are enjoying the short novel I am writing. So this is Part III, as usual, I will keep updating the story every Friday. I am still shaping the plot, but I’ve got the general line all set, for now… hehehe who knows… what might happen later.
However, below you will learn something more about the characters. Some might think that I am taking my time, but I need to give a complete view and background, as that will also affect the protagonist’s life afterwards. So be patient and enjoy.
Again, I suggest you to read the first two parts, before going on. As the story develops from this point on, you would miss details and information needed to understand better the course of events. Part I “Italian ChaT” , “Italian ChaT Part II”.
“They grew apart?”
“Alessio was the oldest. He wanted to be a support to our family, eager to change the world. He wanted to see a new Italy, empowered and industrialized but as idealistic as it looked, he was also impatient and wanted things to happen or to change real fast. With this fascist breeze, he saw the chance, that opportunity he was looking for…”
“He joined the Fascist Party???”
“Yes, he joined the Party at first… he was determined in his cause. He thought that changes, good ones were about to happen. Finally Italy would be able to reign the world, just like it had long ago deserved to. Yes, that’s what he thought. At some point, I think he lost vision of what was supposed to be his mission in life. He began to feed himself with anger and rage… The more he got involved with the party, the more we could see him transform… He was slowly drifting away, being so absorbed with the ideas of his beloved brothers who supported him… His real family began to resemble more and more with the enemy… The more we tried to talk some reason into him… Useless… His worst enemy was Mario, the younger brother.”
“He was against it, wasn’t he?”
“Oh la Madonna, not just against it… Worse, he was the complete opposite of that way of thinking. He joined the communists…”
“Oh, are you serious??? Unbelievable!”
“Yes, he did, After, Alessio had joined the fascists. Mario didn’t agree with the program. His ideas were completely different. I remember, father saying that it saddened him to watch his two sons turn against each other, but Alessio worried him more… He was afraid, his older son from an idealistic, kind young man was slowly turning into a monster… Yes, these were his words. Talking about his own child, becoming a monster… ”
“What about Mario? Did he tell right away he joined the communists?”
“Ma non esiste (literal meaning “It doesn’t exist” here means “It couldn’t be”), he could never do such thing. It was illegal, he could risk his life and our family’s well-being. My parents had noticed that he got out early in the morning, came back late at night. He had this conspiracy attitude all around him and he battled against his own brother about ideology that it went way beyond Alessio’s mistakes. My mother was worried sick about them, about our future, about the continuous fights at home.”
“How did you find out?”
“My father, found the communist brochure… he tried to advice Mario, that it was illegal and that things would be ugly for all of us, if someone would ever find out… he tried to warn him… In the meanwhile Alessio had overheard the conversation….”
“Oh noooo… please don’t tell me…”
“Purtroppo sí (unfortunately yes) he turned in, his own brother…”
“What happened next???”
“They came for Mario and took him… My mother was desperate, my father almost had a heart attack, I was 4 years old… at the time. While taking him to prison, the truck carrying him, was ambushed by rebels, Mario was able to escape.”
“Yes, however he never came back though… We never heard from him again.”
“What about Alessio? What happened to him?”
“Dad was so hurt and disappointed, he couldn’t even manage to look him in the eyes. If Mario had been brought to prison, he would have been killed soon after. That was high treason. There was undeniable proof and his own brother turning him in, would be the main witness to put down Mario. My father didn’t have it in him to forgive Alessio.
His words were: “Oggi non ho perso un figlio… Sono morti entrambi!”
(Today, I did not lose a son…. They are both dead!)
You are probably wondering what did Alessio do. He left, of course. Never came back.”
“Just like Mario?”
“Mmmmm well not exactly. We actually never heard of Mario. We never knew what happened to him, in the first place. We knew he managed to escape, but never got news from him. He vanished. With Alessio was different. He left home and immediately joined the army, pursuing his “new dream”, a military career. It was 1939.
At that time we received a letter. Alessio had been killed in the battlefield, nevertheless had he been announced a Hero for serving his country and its cause. My mother wept for days… My father wouldn’t say a single word. I know perfectly well, it was due to mother’s respect… since his son was dead to him much earlier… He disdained that regime, that kind of politics… the cruel and ruthless war. He hated, yes hated, the men that so easily building the system, took advantage of youth’s innocence and trust. A system that fueled more hatred, anger and rage. A system that twisted the truth for a few cowards’ interests. A system that brought destruction, poverty, and sorrow, taking all these young men to a lost cause paying with their lives… Still he didn’t say a word… Mai (never).”
“How do you know all of this?”
“I accidentally found his journals, after his death and read everything… I think I got to know him and all my family better through his eyes after their death, … It almost felt surreal, they looked strangers and yet so close. Non me lo spiegare (I don’t know how to explain it)…”
“Do you still have his journals?”
“Ho perso i diari in un incendio… “
(I lost the journals in a fire…)
“TESOROOOOOOO!!! ALLORA DOVE CI VEDIAMO? TI VA DI PRENDERCI IL CAFFÉ IN QUEL BAR… “
(Dear, (literally “tesoro”means treasure) so where do we meet? Would you like to grab a coffee in that bar….)
“Sí, Marsia aspetta un attimo…”
(Yes, Marsia hang on a second…)
Just got my ear drums destroyed, with that unusual high voice. She is funny, with her fast talking, more than talking looks like rambling and always, always in a hurry.
“SÍ TI DICEVO, VABBE’ IO IL CAFFÉ NON LO POSSO PRENDERE, SONO IN DETOX, PERÓ DAI, IN QUEL POSTO LI, FANNO DEI TÉ CON TUTTE LE ERBE. SERVONO APPUNTO A ME. PER TE CHE SEI MANIACA ACCANITA DI CAFFEINA, C’É TUTTO QUELLO CHE TI SERVE! FACCIAMO TRA MEZZ’ORA???”
(Yes, I was saying… ok so I can’t take coffee, I’m in detox, but c’mon, in that place, they make all kind of herbal teas. Fit me just fine. As for you being addicted to caffeine, you have all you need. Half an hour? )
“MEZZ’ORAAA? Marsia, stai scherzando?”
(Half an hour? Marsia are you kidding?)
“ALLORA PERFETTO, CONFERMATO! A DOPO! UN BACIONE. CIAO,CIAO!”
(Perfect then, confirmed! See you later! Big kiss. Bye-bye!)
*Blunt Hung Up*
“Devi andare vero? Dai riprendiamo dopo.”
(You have to go right? C’mon, we’ll catch up later.)
“See you later. Thanks!”
END PART III