serving and others eating breakfast because the bedrooms are also out of order. Tomorrow we lose the living room. And the painters are still not arrived. Then my bedroom will go too. Personally I preferred the house when it was a ruin."
"I will write you very much if you don't mind. I will write you very much if you don't mind." Papa had warned me. Finally, he seemed very worried about the situation in Korea. "If the war breaks out it will last 6 to 8 years and everything will be a big mess and everyone will have time to participate. We will win it, of course, but everything will be destroyed. Let's enjoy the period before what appears to be a next war. I promise to do my best to protect you and your family first and then as many as possible. You can be sure I won't do anything stupid."
He often gave me news of Gianfranco. "Gianfranco is my brother and has been since he wanted to be. He's sensitive and really solid and good and jokes well and he's very mysterious and never boring and he's a gentleman and everyone in Cuba loves him."
I loved Gianfranco in a special way because too often I had feared losing him. I always thought of him when in the war bulletins, after the ritual "in Africa our formations withdrew to their predetermined positions," announced the number of wounded, missing and dead.
After a long period without news, the arrival of a telegram from family there was an explosion of joy: he was about to arrive on a hospital ship, slightly injured, nothing to worry about.
My mother asked for a couple of days off - she was a volunteer Red Cross nurse and when she was on duty at the station she helped the Jews to hide and escape before...
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