The American Dream

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The American Dream

Marco and Rodolpho

        As a boy, I always thought that Italy was the best place in the world. Not that I’ve been anywhere else in my life, but from the stories other people told us, I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. I had so much fun with my brother, Rodolpho, although he always seemed a bit different. He used to walk around singing and dancing, he once asked our mum to teach him how to sew. The funny thing is, that although we grew up and became more mature, he still likes to sing and dance and sew. I never quite understood this, but anyway…

        I first became interested about the idea of moving to the USA, when I’ve heard that my childhood friend, Francis Coppola became a millionaire. So I thought, hold on a sec, I could do that. I’m much smarter and talented than him. But than I realised that I have a much more important thing to take care of: my family. My wife and my three children are more important to me then anything else in the world. But as time passed by, I heard more and more good news about opportunities in the States.

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 Italy is not the place, or at least it wasn’t a place than which you could call “economically developed”, so you were lucky if you could get any kind of a job at all. That’s why so many Italians believed in the American Dream, we didn’t really have any other chances. My job for example was to push up taxis from the docks to the hills. If you were lucky, you could’ve got a few coins, but there were so many of us for one taxi, that literally we had to stand in a queue, and wait for our turn.

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