13,30..crumbs

My mother was a beautiful woman, and even my future father in law (either ex) The infatuated courted, but not getting physical evidence, like the fox with the grapes, justified his failure arguing that it was not worth losing so much so "little" because much or much better re-, He was destined to marry a rich woman and powerful.

Gina paternal grandmother instead hated my mom because she went to the horse wore pants and danced barefoot in the farmyard with anyone invited to do so, was therefore contrary to its eventual restocking; mio padre (excelled carpenter) did not resign, if anything kidnapped her and married her in Tyrol, where in those days, 50 years', in those places were jumping the pylons in order to obtain the independence. They were, however, very well received so much so that my Father became emigrant then.. but it does not work ... x Emigrant for Love

After two miscarriages and two sons at least eager to have a baby daughter (follow after me 2 daughters born in Bergamo ) premature and I looked too fearful to life when my father was still recovering from an injury suffered at work; in his own sawmill at 13.30 just after the lunch break with the table still crumbled, was hit by the logs, the date and time were well etched in the minds of my mother, because as he told me later, as soon as the accident happened just after she conceived, She was not sure because right after I was born my father left the hospital

13.30. So I was born thanks to a quickie and pause time.. more than a contest of love looks for an energy drain, in a condition of pain, however, and moreover, not female.. which is not the maximum believe me, not even hear it or even worse due after years .. maybe branded as well as beast you too.. Black

Premature Underweight Codpiece of bones just landed at the light .. pray because I died quickly while on the contrary knew of my birth my grandmother Angela faced his 1st trip and came to Brunico S. Giorgio (Brunico) to be my godmother at the baptism, I assume and fortunately (?) that God did not understand well the German dialect otherwise I would not be here writing.

The name Oliviero it was not my parents sceltodai, ma da mia Nonna Angela, and only several days after, when the company was already divided, I recorded at the registry office Tyrolean, occasion but my mother had a lapse of memory ( in his own words) and forgot my name and remembering only the ending true I registered as Alviero , name and then was further altered by the German pronunciation doors Alfiero ; so that in my house my father called me oliviero my Mother alviero, i miei fratelli, oils Olino lolino lolimer while the villagers simply oils If nothing else, I soon learned to re-act if I wanted to save my c ... learning the art of making sudden obstacles as opportunities and to respond quickly to any mispronunciation I rivolgessero;

The name is of Norman origin Oliviero, probably by the end Alfihar, the meaning of which is “army of goblins, elves”. The pronunciation of this name is likely to have been altered by the subsequent association with the name Oliva, from the Latin name of the olive tree which is in fact what I like the most as it is the symbol of peace .

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I grew up on bread ( not always) and blows (often) but I want to clarify that I would not change it for the world though my dear parents tried hard to never dominant adversity never resigned to disasters, I received a lot from them anyway, learning to react to recover and even at short intervals to enjoy the intensity of the moment or better.. crumbs of eternity