The story of my father
One day I found on the desktop of my computer a folder that I had never opened. I remember that my sister sent it to me many months before but I didn't give much importance to this fact. I decided to open the folder and I found inside many files about the period that my father spent in Switzerland during the Second World War. So I decided to translate these documents and begin to reconstruct the history of part of my father’s life.
My father dead in 1987, exactly one year before the birth of my son. I never asked my father something about the period of the war : where he escaped, who helped him, when he left Venice, and so on. I began to ask my mother, and she told me what she remembered. But this was not enough for me. I decided to look for and rebuilt the history of the life of my father. I knew that during his youth he was a very good swimmer; he began to swim when he was fourteen and won many competitions and races. In 1941, he met his love: my mother. It happened during the summer on the beach near Venice. My mother was used to go to the beach with her sister and other friends. The sisters were twice and at the beginning my father had difficulty to distinguish one from the other. But after some days he decided that he was fallen in love with my mother. The war was growing and my father was a young strong boy, but he was Jewish and the new rules against the Jews forbade to live in a normal way. In 1943 he was compelled to hide himself in the mountains where lived with a farmer. At the morning he went outside with the cows and in the evening his work was to milk them. But one morning arrived the Nazi soldiers and he decided to go back to Venice; it was too dangerous for him and for the farmer to stay there.
When he arrived in Venice was hidden in the house of the parents of my mother for a pair of months. But one day, on the door of the house they found a piece of paper with written: “In this house is hidden a jew”. It was time to escape once again. It was no safe to stay hidden in mountain, nor in Venice. He decided to try to go to Switzerland.
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The story of my father
One day I found on the desktop of my computer a folder that I had never opened. I remember that my sister had sent it to me many months before, but I didn't give much importance to this fact hadn't thought much of it. I decided to open the folder, and I found inside many files about the period that my father spent in Switzerland during the Second World War. So I decided to translate these documents and begin to reconstruct the history of part of my father’s life.
My father dead died in 1987, exactly one year before the birth of my son. I never asked my father something anything about the period of the war : where he had escaped, who had helped him, when he had left Venice, and so on. I began to ask my mother, and she told me what she remembered. But this was not enough for me. I decided to look for and rebuilt rebuild the history of the life of my father's life. I knew that during his youth he was had been a very good swimmer; he began to swimming when he was fourteen and won many competitions and races. In 1941, he met his love: my mother. It happened during the summer on the beach near Venice. My mother was used to go to the beach with her sister and other friends. The sisters were twice twins and at the beginning my father had difficulty to distinguishing one from the other. But after some days he decided that he was had fallen in love with my mother. The war was growing breaking out and my father was a young strong boy, but he was Jewish and the new rules against the Jews forbade to live them from living in a normal way. In 1943 he was compelled to hide himself in the mountains, where lived with a farmer. At In the morning he went outside with the cows and in the evening his work was to milk them. But one morning arrived the Nazi soldiers arrived and he decided to go back to Venice; it was too dangerous for him and for the farmer for him to stay there.
When he arrived in Venice he was hidden in the house of the parents of my mother's parents for a pair of two months. But one day, on the door of the house they found a piece of paper with upon which was written: “There is a jew In this house is hidden in this house a jew”. It was time to escape once again. It was not safe to stay hidden in the mountains, nor in Venice. He decided to try to go to Switzerland.
Wonderful story!
Three points:
- English sentence structure is Subject-Verb-Object. So
"arrived the Nazi soldiers"= "the Nazi soldiers arrived" and"is hidden a jew"= "a jew is hidden" - We usually us apostrophe+s for possession. So
"the life of my father"= "my father's life" - Past Perfect. We use the Past Perfect tense for past events within a past story, the "past in the past". Because you begin the story talking about your father's passing in 1987, events in his youth are anterior to this, therefore they are the "past in the past": "he had been a very good swimmer"
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The story of my father
One day I found on my computer desktop an unopened folder. I remember that my sister sent it to me many months before but I hadn't given it much importance. I decided to open it and found inside many files about the period my father spent in Switzerland during the Second World War. So I decided to translate these documents and begin to reconstruct the history of part of my father’s life.
My father died in 1987, exactly one year before the birth of my son. I had never asked my him about the war: where he escaped to, who helped him, when he left Venice, and so on. I began to ask my mother, and she told me what she remembered. But this was not enough for me. I decided to look for and rebuild my father's story. I knew that during his youth he was a very good swimmer; he began to swim when he was fourteen and won many competitions and races. In 1941, he met his love: my mother. It happened during the summer on the beach near Venice. My mother was used to going to the beach with her sister and other friends. The sisters were twins and at the beginning my father had difficulty to distinguish one from the other. But after some days he decided that he had fallen in love with my mother. The war was growing and my father was a young strong boy, but he was Jewish and the new rules against the Jews forbade them to live in a normal way. In 1943 he was compelled to hide himself in the mountains where lived with a farmer. At the morning he went outside with the cows and in the evening he milked them. But one morning arrived the Nazi soldiers and he decided to go back to Venice; it was too dangerous for him and for the farmer to stay there.
When he arrived in Venice he was hidden in my mother's parents' house for a couple of months. But one day, on the door of the house they found a piece of paper with the writing: “In this house is hidden a Jew”. It was time to escape once again. It was not safe to stay hidden in the mountain, nor in Venice. He decided to try to go to Switzerland.
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Very interesting! Thank you!
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