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My mother. By Claudia Tarozzi

Perhaps

not always have to look inward, to family, but if the example of women we are most proud of is the mother of one, then we can not do otherwise.

My mother was a foreigner again, married to a man of another nationality in a European country after the war. It came from a wealthy family, the gentry of the East-was a graduate in philosophy and letters, spoke several languages \u200b\u200band, therefore, could exert a teacher for a while, when all countries were in full reconstruction. I guess to live in another country earned him years of adaptation, but never showed signs of repentance have followed his great love. He devoted himself fully to the family, had 6 children who instilled with curiosity to learn anything and the defense of freedom of expression.

I saw her always elegant and dressed to the nines every day, but did not have to go out, as the only makeup you put a little powder and a little lipstick, curling eyelashes and fingernails, was beautiful I say this objectively.

When, as older and all, we were able to tell us something of his experience of war, could never get beyond a few memories every time, stifled sobs. , Lost his younger brother, just 17 years and older sister the same day: the last was approaching Command to receive the news of the death of the first when he dropped a bomb on it. When he decided to flee to their country of boyfriend, spent three months in the mountains and saw convoys of deportees to concentration camps.

almost always collapsed in his stories to remember having seen people deported grazing in the fields, or the terror that produces a plane fly so low, while you are strafing, you see the pilot's face. They were also caught her once and she had almost had survived the death safe, because the site where they were was destroyed. They left the field thanks to their languages \u200b\u200band well-guarded piece of jewelry that still could be exchanged for food or for help in the escape.

counted dad, but mom did not want to recognize it only because saved two and five, when, going for a boat that had bespoken, they encountered a very hostile to business because she spoke their language and became respected as a "lady" was.

mom never boasted about anything, never complained about anything. He taught us French since childhood, but not their language, perhaps as a catharsis to somehow forget us not raised in any religion, just wanted to teach us to be free and use our intelligence and our personal resources. But kept all parties!

Not ever having seen decay-endured two years beyond the medical prognosis with liver metastases, "for I never actually left a single complaint or criticism of and yes mouth kisses, smiles and words of encouragement, but my mother's story is not special, I will always be for me. I miss your kiss goodnight.

Tarozzi Sirola Claudia is a professor of English and Italian. It is also a member of the Lyceum Club María Zambrano.