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《Mum, she doesn't understand Italian, she lived for her whole childhood in Poland, then for not even a week in Switzerland, she already barely knows German, learning Italian will take a while. But we'll try.》
Uncle says to the lady.
《Linda, this is your grandmother, the man at the door is your grandfather and the boy you see in the garden playing with that little dog is your cousin, my older brother's son. Understood, but here they only speak Italian and some dialects, so you'll have to make an effort to learn it well, because in two months you start school with one of your cousins. OK, now say hello to Grandma Maria.》
I nod at him.
《Good morning》
I tell him simply, because my vocabulary is reduced in this language.
I finish with a smile, the language of smiles is the most spoken language in the world.
《Carlo, show her to her room, so that she can change and rest from the long journey, and then you also go and rest for a while, you'll be dead tired.》
Grandma says something to him, and then Uncle takes me inside the house, it's very different from the one I lived in in Warsaw, but it's also different from my grandparents' house in Brig, it has a very unique style, in fact it's a mixture of different styles of furniture.
《To help you settle in more quickly, I'll show you all the rooms that are most important. The kitchen is there on the left, the door next to it is the bathroom, there on the right is the living and dining room. Next to the stairs is the study and a small library, there if you want you can study for school, only if there are no important facts that we adults need to discuss, okay.》
He explains the ground floor of the house I'm happy that there's a small library. But I'm not reassured that adults can talk about important facts, but that's not what I'm interested in right now.
I see the kitchen, it's huge! I think it's like those in restaurants, it has something cosy, clean, it tastes like home. The bathroom door is closed, so I can't see inside, but on the contrary I can see the study at the end of the corridor, the living room is big, it has two sofas and an armchair, the fireplace and lots of framed pictures on the fireplace, shelves and also stuck on the wall, on the floor there is a big carpet. The dining room is connected to the living room, and is not visible from the entrance. The stairs are placed in front of the entrance, we go up them and I find myself facing a long corridor full of doors, while on the side of the stairs we went up, there are more steps to go upstairs.
《Here are the rooms, I start from here next to us. Antonio, your younger cousin, Marco, your peer and cousin, Luigi and Benedetta, your aunt and uncle and Antonio and Marco's parents, Grandma Maria and Grandpa Alessandro, then mine and your aunt Teresa's room.》
《My room is where? And my mum's too? 》
I ask him curiously.
He points at the stairs, so I follow him and in the attic I see two doors, one of them will be mine and the other one will be my mum's.
《This one on the right is your mum's, the other one is yours... if you don't like something say so. I'll take your luggage up and then leave you free.》
I nod and after a while I'm left alone there on the landing, waiting for my uncle, in the meantime I approach the small window in the courtyard and look out and see my uncle unloading my luggage while he's talking to a man and a woman, the man will surely be Uncle Luigi and the lady could be my Aunt Teresa or Aunt Benedetta.♡•○•♡
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The Daughter of the Führer
Historical FictionThis story, it's not an insult to anyone, it's just a story that appeared to me in a dream of mine, so if you don't like it, there's nothing I can do about it. But if you want to suggest some new scenes, I am always ready to accept new ideas, of an...