Speaking of family, must tell you that we were four brothers and sisters: Giovanna, Salvatore, affectionately called Toto, Carmelo with two years younger than he, and I, Jose Greco with 20 years less than my older sister and 16 fewer than Carmelo, the only survivor of the family that for reasons of fate, came to die on this side of the ocean. It is at this point that I stop sometimes my story and am beginning to a great reflection. I devojkuxtc to do so these days and without having lived, noto to my father full of a desire for self-improvement, not so much by him as if by his eldest son. Him, without sparing a single Lira, from the very beginning had put eyes on his eldest son, in his eldest son, by bet all their future and especially that of its descendants. A fixed idea was forged in the mind of my father, I wanted that his grandchildren had or could be part of another social stratum.
For him it was very important to fulfill that dream. And success in your business after the war, allowed him to give certain luxuries, such as the change of House and the most important, send my brother to the city of Bologna to study at the University, in the oldest and most prestigious of all Italy. But going back to my childhood, come many and very pleasant memories, because I was fortunate to have three brothers who by the same age difference for me, made me see as parents. Them, all were my protectors, my mentors and teachers. Of them and with them I learned most of what I know. I would like to mention that although the Germans took our home, we don’t feel them as a robbery or something like that, we knew that it was a pact between Italy and Germany, we were in war and due to ignorance or by what others with more knowledge of the facts may appoint, for us it was something normal, can even give testimony that in particular, with me they wore it well, treated them as it was older at that time and what they did or said them, I was completely unaware of.