This morning we left home to go to school. It was a normal morning in late May in Brussels: raining heavily and there were 9 degrees. One son has opened his umbrella and Spiderman, hidden like a mushroom, I asked: "Mommy, why we came to live in Brussels?". But how? I never thought to ask my parents because they were thought to live in Turin. But so be it.
"Why I tried to go to England by his father and he tried to come to Italy from me, but we did not succeed and so we chose to come and live in Brussels."
Silence.
"Hmmm, was not a good choice."
Look soon we begin to review the choices made by parents!
"When I grow up I'm going to live in Italy. I'll buy a house in Diano Marina. But I do not know what job I want to be great. "
"No problem. You have all the time you want to decide what you want to do. "
"I know it's not working."
"How do you find the money for a living?"
"I'm going to take to the bank."
"Oh, yes, but the bank did not you mica gives them the money before you earn it, then take them from you when you need them and go get them."
"Hmmmm."
short, my son will also be half-British, but the call of the roots italic is difficult to avoid.
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