The Daughter of the Führer

XVIII

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It is now almost a year since I was brought here by my uncle, and I am learning the language but I have some difficulties with verbs and conjugations, but my grades are high, even with my difficulties.
I am reading a book in Italian, and I realised why this is a difficult language to learn and very confusing with German and Polish.
《Linda, dear do you want to come with me to the central market? 》
I hear Grandma calling me from the kitchen, then appear at the door of the living room, where I was reading, I'm learning some Italian at school and also during Uncle Carlo's tutoring, when he comes home from work and when he has his day off.
《All right, Oma! 》
I answer him by jumping up from the armchair in the living room, leaving the book upside down, to run and grab a little coat and put on my booties and join her at the entrance.
《Ready!》
I yell to him as I walk down the last flight of stairs, almost running over little Antonio, who was quietly walking down the stairs to get some biscuits to eat in his room while he plays.
《Sorry, Antonio!》
I tell him, sorry. He nods and smiles, still stunned from the blow.
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Be more careful, you could both get hurt, and then you don't run on the stairs!》
Grandma scolds us, even though I understood, more or less half of the words she said.
《Come on, let's go now, otherwise we'll be late!》
End the lecture, and we finally go to the market. Grandma doesn't have a driving licence, so we have to walk or ride a bike, but I was never taught how to go there, so the only solution is to walk, luckily for us it's not far from Grandma's house.
My favourite place, to no one's surprise, is the municipal library, the central bookshop and the stationery shop, but I really like seeing all the stalls with things from all over, there's a stall with the striped and starred flag of the United States of America on it, selling sandwiches with round steaks, with salad and other condiments.
Then one with a strange flag very similar to the flag of the former Ottoman Empire, I've seen it depicted in a print in a book, but I don't know its origin, on the stall there are pyramids, I'd like to ask grandma but she seems busy shopping.
《Here, pass us the ball! 》
I hear a child shouting towards my direction as the ball in question stops at my feet.
The child who yelled is waving his arms to make it clear where he is.
I take the ball in my hand and approach the little boy.
I don't say anything to him so that he doesn't hear my German accent, since the news of a German child in San Marino would be a 'I'm here! Nazis, they are here!"and I would get everyone into trouble, just now that I have found my real family again after so many years.
I smiled and handed him the ball, he took it in his stride and looked at me intensely, almost uneasy.
《Thank you, do you want to play with me?》
He asked me and I could tell from his expression that he wanted me to play with him, and I accepted.
It's a game I used to play often at school in Warsaw, during the mid-morning break, it was one of the most eagerly awaited moments for us children, because we could run around and have a carefree time before other classes.

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