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Recalled to life

Life leads us to places and events that we cannot foresee. But there is a saying that God sees and laughs when you plan. Giusy had good youth and hopes for a rosy future, a warm home, and a loving environment. Instead, the misfortunes that befell her led to a difficult confrontation with an exploitative and challenging world. Each time she raised her head, and it seemed to her that the worst was over, a new crisis came that fortified her to face the following situation. When she got into the honey trap that Rosanna had set for her, she did not imagine where it would lead.

Genre: Action and Adventure, Novel, Romance
Year:
2022
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"Mamma Mia, what a beautiful girl. She placed the baby on Paula's breasts, and the little one began searching for the nipple. Have you thought of a name yet?" The midwife looked at the baby, who had just been cut off from her mother's umbilical cord, and the mother, who was sweating and exhausted from the difficult birth. "She does not have to give her a name; they will take care of that at the institution." Paula looked at the two women standing by her bed and whispered, "I want you to name her Alba." It was just dawn, and it was pouring rain outside, hitting the room's window. Lightning pierced the sky, followed by a tremendous thunder that shook the building; so terrifying was the noise that the baby burst into tears, frightened by everything around her. I assembled this scene in my imagination until I believed in it. I desired to understand why my mother handed me over as soon as I was born to an institution. I got the answers many years later when I was already an adult searching for my roots... I remember everything that happened to me from age five, but everything that happened before has been erased, except for a few particular events that come to my mind as vague dreams. Whatever it is. Paula is my biological mother; you already understand that, a member of a Catholic family of ten brothers and sisters from the small village of Scorzarollo on the banks of the Po River in the Emilia Romagna region of northern Italy. At the age of thirteen, my mother became pregnant without knowing by whom, apart from the teacher, she fucked all the male children in the class. She finally ran away from home with a young man from the village where they lived to the big city of Bologna. Life has not been easy for the young couple. At first, they lived in public parks. Then, they started stealing; they settled in the train station and stole the passengers' wallets, sometimes a camera or a wristwatch. Then they started breaking into shops and even houses. When Paula's stomach swelled to dimensions that made it difficult for her to 'work,' she abandoned her boyfriend and returned to her parents' house. Her father threw her out of his house on a stormy night. Their neighbors picked her up and called the social workers from the nearby town, who brought her to a shelter where the birth started. I was born prematurely but healthy in natural birth. Paula, this is my mother, fed me for one whole night. The following day the two social workers separated me from her for forty-six years. I grew up in a good family in the city of Bologna. My adoptive parents took me from the shelter the day after I was born. My father, Antonio, whom everyone called Tonino, was the manager of a local bank branch. He was a plump little man, bald from a young age; in fact, I always remember him with a shiny watermelon-shaped head, always smiling, and his cheeks red from excessive drinking or high blood pressure. Even the doctors could not explain what killed him at forty, the drinking or his high blood pressure. My mother, Alicia, was thin and shapely, a handsome woman by all means, and on the street, charming men turned their heads gazing at her, but she refrained from looking back at them, especially when Dad was around. They did not name me Alba as my biological mother wanted, they called me Graziella after a grandmother I never knew, and I was not too fond of the name, so at the age of fifteen, when I got my first I.D. I changed it to Giusy. But I liked my last name Fiordibosco, which means forest flower, which sounds very romantic and has become significant in my life. At that time, we lived in a condominium in the old town, very close to Due Torri. The apartment was huge, and I had my own room. At the age of five or a little more, I fell in love for the first time. It was with a cute kid who lived not far away, and we got to know each other in the nuns' kindergarten, where I went for the two years before elementary school. Even though he was a snob, I really liked him, and he only talked to me when no other friends were around. No one knew I was an adopted child, nor did I share my secret with anyone. I do not remember precisely when I found out, but it came naturally when Dad spewed it out while having a conversation at a family dinner. I remember he talked about animals adopting the offspring of other animals that were preyed upon or abandoned, "like the woman who gave birth to you and could not raise you, so we took you, and now you are ours." The truth is that it sounded strange to me at first, but I thought to myself I was fortunate because who knows? Maybe my biological mother was very poor, and I would have suffered a lot; I would not have nice clothes and my own room. So let's go back to Maurizio, the boy I fell in love with, but we were not real friends. Once, when we were playing in the sandbox alone, he suddenly came up to me, kissed me on the mouth, and spat, "I just wanted to feel what it was like; I had no intention to become your boyfriend," he said. So yes, as you understand, love was one-sided and disappointing. By the age of six, I already knew how to write, and my parents considered sending me to school, but the teaching nun objected and said I was not mature enough. What did she understand? She herself was not really grown up. Once she was asked why she has a wedding ring, she replied that she is married to God, does that sound like an evolved person to you? Once, I noticed a woman standing outside the kindergarten for hours and watching us playing; I was sure it was my biological mother who wanted to kidnap me. I was scared and told my parents. After that, I never saw her again. Since my parents told me I was adopted, I have had these fears, but I kept them to myself. Once when we were in the yard of the house where I lived, Maurizio wanted to compete with me, who could urinate farther; only then did I see that we had different organs for the first time. He was curious about how I urinated and laughed when I bent to do it. I admired him for being the smartest in the class, and I was happy every minute I could be alone with him; that way, he was just mine. But the love ended when we entered first grade in two different schools.
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Uri Jerzy Nachimson

Uri Jerzy Nachimson was born in Szczecin, Poland, in 1947, and two years later, his parents immigrated to Israel. In 1966 he was drafted into the Israeli army, where he served as a war photographer in the Northern Command and participated in the ‘six days war’ as a photographer in combat. His travels and adventures worldwide are recorded in the various books he has written, including Seeds of Love and Broken hearts at Boulevard Unirii. When he went back to Poland in 1990 to seek his roots, he was deeply affected by the attitude of the Poles towards the Jews both during and after World War II and decided to research the history of the Jews of Poland during that era. Thus the trilogy was born; Lilly's Album, The Polish Patriot and Identity. Uri's grandmother, Ida Friedberg, was the granddaughter of the known Jewish writer A.S. Friedberg, author of many books. In 2008, Uri relocated to Tuscany in Italy, where he lives with his wife. While in Cortona, he wrote: Two Margherita, Isabella, Into the depth of Silence, Violette & Ginger, Recalled to life, and Rembrandt for Sale. All of his books have been translated into many languages. more…

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