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Once upon a time there was a little girl who dreamed of going to America. Every time he looked up at the sky and saw the wake of an airplane, he dreamed of being on it and flying to America.
A dream not conditioned by the many American films and TV series. No. Conditioned only by admiration for one's father. That little girl's dad spoke American (NB not English, but American) as if it were his second native language. That dad had learned American during the war. He was a child when the Germans first came to the fields around their house to dig trenches. Later the Americans. That child, anxious to make friends with the Yankees, to exchange American rubber with a cup of hot soup, he learned their language.
Then life, or rather, his work took him right there, in that distant land with a ship and a journey that lasted 14 days. Quickly married to his fiancée to be able to take her with him.
Those two newlyweds had 4 children, the first born own in America. Then they returned to Italy where they had the other 3. But she was the youngest who harbored that dream: to speak American as well as her beloved dad.
Departure at last
Years go by and life goes on. That dream touched and embraced several times, it always faded away. Until that June 17, 2011 when flights were booked for that a child now grown up and became a mother twice, her husband and, of course, her two Angels.
Departure Monday 27th June! 10 days to prepare everything and ... all.
Started as a vacation so as not to delude ourselves too much. Continued as a 'two years experience. AND' then went on indefinitely, complete with Green Card, the permanent residence document (it is not citizenship).
Why are you here? Why Wisconsin? Why Kenosha?
My husband, employed in a multinational as a SAP expert, was asked to come here to work as a consultant for the CNH (FIAT group) but always employee of the multinational.
And here we are, in this charming town of 95 thousand inhabitants which rises on the banks of the Lake Michigan.
