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If u dont like me, then vaffanculo
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My father immigrated to Italy in 1974.
He was one of the few boat people who escaped from the Vietnam war because the communists were taking over.By chance he made it to the shores of Italy. There in Italy it took him around 5 years to learn the Italian language going through sweat blood and tears.He wasn't alone in Italy, cause some boat people have made it to Italy as well. He often ate at the Italian restaurants, and thats where he met my mother. My mother thought it was amazing that, a person that looks totally different from an Italian
can speak Italian, and also speaks in the most sweetest way. It was love at first site. Three yrs later in 1982 they gave birth to a child name Thi.
I was orginally born in Sicily in Italy.
I grew up in the 80's around the flats in Italy. It was so hard for me, for i was teased because the way i looked. I only attended school in Italy for the first yr only, which was kindergarten,and out of the whole class, i was the only person who was mixed, the rest were full blood Italian.
Meanwhile, my father had a phone call from his brother who were in Australia because they too made it to Australia by chance. It took a yr or so to convince my mother to goto Australia, cause she didn't want to leave her family. Finally in 1988 when i was around 6 yrs old, we made it to Melbourne living there for 6 months or so and then moved to Sydney.In Sydney i thought it was beautiful, but half of me felt that i missed Italy. I went to primary school in Sydney, one of the schools called Cabramatta West Public school, There i was another outkast, surrounding me were Australians, Vietnamese, and I, the only half Italian,Half viet.While others had yellow skin, i had white skin, while others had black eyes, i had hazel eyes.
I was a disgrace to my community, but i never thought of myself as a Vietnamese, i always thought i was an Italian. As i could remember i fell in love with a girl i was with in primary, can't believe it but i knew what love was at a young age. One thing about Vietnamese families, were that if you were viet, it would be neccessary that you marry a vietnamese husband,Because i loved her so, i told her that if i was older, i would marry her, because she accepted me for who i am, not because the way i looked. We played skipping together, hide and seek etc, all the fun games we played as a child.
Then one day, her parents got to know my parents, and found out that, Thi here isn't a full blooded Vietnamese, and her parents had something against that, i was warned not to go near her, and was separated from her, in class i wasn't allowed to sit near her because her dad told her not to. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as i thought to myself, "Why does god break such a young heart?"I had to go through so much pain as a child, so u can't blame me if sometimes i get high or drunk, it is just something that can make me forget about it for awhile.I taught myself to forget about things because my head always had so much bad memories. I abuzed myself with unatural things that could make me forget and forget and forget,And as a consequence till today, my memories has gone complete. The end
If ur out there and feel for me, plz drop a message in my Guest book, i really appreciate ur thoughts about this.
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