It was the school year of 1972-1973. My mother left our father in the fallout of a disintegrated marriage, and she took my brother and me to Bergamo, Italy, a medieval city nestled in the foothills of the Italian Alps.
Beyond the simple escape of leaving the chaos that fall, my mother was pursuing a diploma at the International …
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