Taken from blog "Information for All
was the Christmas Eve of 1960, I was 10 years old and my father took me to City Hall - Council Chamber - There was a lot of people, many children like me and many parents, I remember a man dressed in black with a white robe - the priest - another well-dressed with a tricolor sash - the mayor - a man with a military uniform - a policeman - and other agencies.
the middle of the room a mountain of gifts.
Gone are the talk of the fact a man dressed in white - a policeman - at some point, we call these children to name and delivered a gift to everyone.
comes my turn, gave me a nice package I am proud of my hand without discarding.
got home I open it and find a nice electric train of the "Lima", consisting of a tractor, two wagons and several pieces of track, my dad helps me join the tracks and the track ready as soon as I start to play happy.
Vacation comes back to school, talking between children received gifts and I told my companions received the best gift. One of my companions told me in a tone of mockery: "If you received the gift in town means that you are poor!"
I said, 'What do you mean? "
him:" You mean your father is on the list of poor of the City and the City native gives toys to the children of the poor of the country. "
Back home I try my father and say," Dad the train I do not care, I want to destroy "
He said," Why? "
I explain what they told me at school and he answers me calm: "Look son, being poor is no disgrace, no one thing which we should be ashamed, but it means only at the moment we need financial support. What fault did your father was forced by the Duce to fight a senseless war in Africa, if you are ill and can no longer do so now either as a farmer before going to war or other heavy work, but must get along with a meager pension for war invalids? And your mother is forced to do all the chores that is around to help the family budget? "
Me:" I see Dad, now you do not ask for more expensive gifts, but please in future do not bring me to that place however, this train and I want to destroy the same "
Him:" Okay I'm sure you got my message, I agree with you and I promise you will not get you more in common on Christmas Eve and you Auteri also to destroy the train. "
takes a hammer and start to break first and then driving the cars , in the meantime I'll break the tracks and throw the whole thing. The day after just returning home from school my dad comes up to me and gives me a sling. He says: "This is to replace the train, I've made it myself and therefore not cost me anything."
was a tree branch, a Y-shaped, adapted and carved with bands formed by two connected pieces bicycle inner tube and a piece of leather tied at the bottom, taken from an old pair of shoes.
I think it's the best gift I received from my father, if only because I still remember, and maybe if I look around I still find somewhere that piece of carved wood.
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I copied this post to give my final personal history. Had I been in educating women who reported this story, I would definitely not destroyed the train, just for the pride and the "no shame in being poor, then as now. Yesterday they called "proletarian", now "precarious, part-time, immigrants, recent graduates." But today, many voters Berlusconi. Yesterday, they would have got bludgeoned.
With the sling, if I were the protagonist of this storia, avrei preso di mira il bambino coglione che diceva che ero povero e di questo se ne godeva.
Avrei cercato di colpirlo con quante piu' pietre la mia fionda avesse potuto, e quanto piu' la mia mira fosse stata precisa. Avrei cercato di procurargli ferite difficilmente guaribili. Mi avrebbero chiamato "bullo" ? Non lo so, ma almeno ci sarebbe stato, oggi, un voto in meno per Forza Italia
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