My life was not all drama. I had some wonderful experiences growing up as an independent and often rebellious, angry young boy. Reflecting on my past, I would not change anything. The good and the not so good experiences made me who I am today – a proud Australian of Italian heritage.
My father immigrated to Australia in early 1951 to establish a new life for his family, having experienced the ravages of the Mussolini era and the decay of our lifestyle in Italy. In 1952, as a two-year-old, together with my mother and two older sisters, I departed by ship for Sydney to begin my n...
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