Villa in Oratino

I still remember the day I went to the cinema with my mother to see Titanic. Sitting next to her, as the screen filled with majestic images and intertwined destinies, I felt like I was witnessing not just a film but a fragment of my family history. In that story, I saw my grandparents: she, beautiful and well-off, who left Italy with her family to join her father who had moved his business to New York; he, young and Irish, orphaned too soon and driven by courage and necessity to seek fortune in ...