Milan Italy 1946 the 1st of june was the day my ma was born to a dutch father and an italian mom,my ma grew up in a catholic family which of course that would come mostly from my grandmas italian side and upbringing,it was kinda big family too,in total 5 daughters and 6 sons,when she was 14 years old she moved to her grandparents home in the Netherlands in Amsterdam to be exact.<\/p>\n
Netherlands in the late 50s was in turmoil,they were still recovering from the dammage that happend in 2nd world war and politicians as usual with their false promises and exaggerated claims were trying to stable the current situation they were having plus they were trying to bring up Hollands economy to the map of world finance.<\/p>\n
My ma is a cool chick free spirited and loves life to the last breath and somehow she manages always to bring a smile on everybodys face around her plus her own,she finished the highschool and enterd Leiden university majoring in English and French langeuges.<\/p>\n
I guess now you see the connection what had brought my mom and dad together,but am skipping up ahead of my self so lets get back to the story.<\/p>\n
Ma had the most wonderfull memories in her life about the unversity time ,she traveld a lot,about two times a year to a differnt parts of the world just to meet and know new people and to gain more experience about life.<\/p>\n
Through my grandpas friends she found a job directly after graduation as a translater to a French company located in Paris France,where she enjoyed her life and the wild soires nights with her friends from work and getting a new boyfriend almost every weekend if you know what i mean (no wonder she loves sex and the city ;-D).<\/p>\n
As i mentioned earlier in chapter one my dad went to Baghdad unversity and graduated top of the university and won a free scholarship to study at the Oxford university in England,he had fun there for 3 and a half years until he got another free scholarship from the Sorbone university in France where he enjoyed it even more and learned a lot about the euroupean attitude and traditions and its charm and beauty.<\/p>\n
My father found a job directly after he finished the university as a translater too,the job was offerd to him by a friend he got to know during his stay in Paris to the same exact company my mom was working for but to a different branch in Nice.<\/p>\n
The company had a deal in middle east and they needed translaters who can handle the job that required (English,French,Italian and Arabic).<\/p>\n
And in that way my parents met each other for the very first time in 1962 to work together on the project they had ahead,as you know the magic happend pretty quickly between them and by 1964 they married each other and within just 6 months later they had their first child (my brother) Alijandro which my dad used to call him Ali because it sounded more arabic not even caring to the original name,that made my ma more frustrated and he didnt even care about her dissmays.<\/p>\n
Two years later they moved to the Netherlands and had their 2nd child Hussain in 1966,my dad was pretty brute when it comes to raising childeren,he was really heat and iron and would without hesitation knock the teeth out of my brothers if they disobayed him in any manner or way.<\/p>\n
In that way my brothers understood that its better not to challenge him in any matter,and they did just as they were told.<\/p>\n
my parents found jobs in Netherlands as highschool teachers and some freelance translating jobs here and there and they lived life good,traveled around the world and euroupe,they had good life good sons until the day came which changed everything around them,and changed the whole family forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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