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Welcome to my blog, Genzano it story
and this post, Breaking away from my farm life.
Breaking away from my farm life
Anyhow, the unfair life situation
that I have been talking about in my last post slowly came to an end, because
everything will come to an end soon or later. For me the only time that I had a
real break from farming was when I was called to go in the army, which in Italy
was/is a compulsory service to the country, which every able young male must
serve when one turns twenty-one years old or soon after that. Then when the
army released me I migrated to Australia,
and I was then in my early twenties.
Now let me go back to my life in
the farm and what it did to me and other youths like me. Because as I have
already mentioned several times before, it was not the best life for a young
man, since the farm life of those times was not what one would prescribe for a
young man like me, if one wanted me as a young man to develop properly, so
that, later on in life I could be ready to meet the challenge of life when I
would be older, in all sorts of communities and not only in farming.
But you see, at the time when all
this happened, no one could have ever thought of the forth coming changing
world, and of the difficulties that I and some of the other boys that shared
the same fate as me would have to face in later life. Just because the way of
life happened to change so much and so fast since I was young.
To understand how unfair it was
for me and for those youths of my time who ended up in the farms like myself, I
have to convey to you the different set up of this town; the way that people
separate each other in classes, not because they like to be different to each
other, but because they are different, and therefore they think and talk in
different ways, so they group themselves with their equal, because they feel
more at ease that way: But in reality they are all equal, as all the groups
need each other soon or later.
Now as it happens usually
everywhere else in the world in small towns, there are two main groups of
people in every community: There are those who live directly from the land,
which are called the farmers or rural community, and those who work in town in
all sorts of jobs, which would be called just town’s people and they include;
shop keepers, craftsmen, clerks, teachers, doctors, priests, policemen, (carabinieri
which are Italian policemen), guardians, and every other sort of jobs that one
can think of, in order to run a town properly; and then all the rest of the
population, like whole families and women and children, so that a town would be
self reliant. So, now let me talk about the town of Genzano and its
So, see you soon when I write
another chapter of my farm life.
Genzano it story
Breaking away from my farm life
IS TO BE CONTINUED;
Next time with another chapter of my farm life story.