E 'was born in Trieste, July 20, 1914. I do not know what she looked like, but it was certainly small, blonde, pretty, a bit 'sour or bitter, arrogant ... educated, cultured, a bit 'German, a little' Istrian was Triestina. As one of those beautiful "mule de Trieste" housewives, women of the world, workers, mothers, wives and girlfriends, lovers and mundane. It was definitely blonde and had what I do not have blue eyes. He was much loved and shapely hats, big, gaudy, eye and that gave that stood out the curls. The parents had the shop, maybe they were tailors, butchers perhaps, certainly had the shop, but his studies to move away from that world.
knew a man, older than her family's approval and very seductive. A tall man. A man who years later is still present in her life and that it will be for at least another hundred years. One man definitely more German than you, certainly more Austro-Hungarian Empire in the strict sense of the word. They married too soon enough, around 24 years, but unfortunately had to be accompanied by her mother Sofia altar. Her father abandoned her before, he left his mother and little sister Sophia came from very little.
The two married and conceived three children: one female, one male and one female, who attualmemte living in Trieste. The two children have grown up like her mother: son remained bassine, blondes and have an elegance and class that is known only to those who love neo-classicism. The male has become like his father, a pragmatic man, in no uncertain terms that there is a white or black. A man decided that it does not turn back if not for love.
Sofia widowed, and three years after she died herself. August was a nearly 21 years ago, it was August 17, was a hot day, a Wednesday afternoon.
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