He was born in Sicily until he was twelve. One of his memories was traveling to Hungary as a kid with his family of miners. They not only mined copper but also gathered cork, and not living a very good life ,working sweat and blood all day they decided to go to Hungary. One of his favorite parts was the traveling on the fairy. He had never been on one before and it was exiting for him. They had moved in a very small apartment and the next day he arrived there he was on his way to his very first day of school, but not of the year, of his life. He had not been in school until this age because he was helping the workers and his family mine. It was exiting for him to meet new faces and be on a playground for the first time. But it was not as exiting for the other kids. The teacher made them help my great grandfather and he was slow and behind. But he always thought to himself that he was lucky that he got an opportunity to go to school.
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