when we travel in the small town my grandmother is filled with memories of her days as an Italian mother. Soon we reach the house of a woman named Lina who took care of my mother from a very young age. When we reach the old house just as my mom had left it, a old lady walk out from the doorway greating us in a very loud manner. Kissing us on both cheeks as is custome in Italy,she walks into the door, motioning us to follow. I sit down in the quaint little kitchen and see a wonderfull pice of pannetoni and an steaming cup of coffe. I bite into the pannetoni and sip my coffe as my fammily and Lina get up to speed with each other. Then Lina asked me "come ti chiami?". I search my mind and say "Isaac". She looks at me in a funny way and says "Isaac?". Apparantly Isaac is not a name in Italian, so we ask of the name in the Bible and she responded whith an "OHHHHH, you mean Isacco.", and I play along and go "Sì". Next we take a photo (which saddly I am unable to get) and walk out the door for a long drive to send us to a place called Bolzano or Bozen in German. This is where my mom's ex boyfriend still lives today.
-Isacco Hochenedel
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