"A Despite not work any more, my father got up every day the first, probably driven by their physical incontinence and crawled swiftly in the only bathroom in the house she shared with my eight brothers, my grandfather, my mother and me. They could spend a long forty minutes until it went out again. As I stood in the stream of gas, fart, growling, spitting and groaning that pierced the door of the toilet became the most effective alarm clock for my brothers and me, we gradually desperezábamos in our bunks. Paolo, the eldest, always said "better than the cock, the more timely." I, however, could only imagine the constant pounding and sphincter spasms shrink my father, and his inability to pee with a steady stream, it always came out two, as if he had spent the night having sex with mom, so that puddled around the floor of hot pee and very yellow, almost orange.
When he left the bathroom, a very strong odor throughout the house flooded. It smelled like overheated stew cooked with vegetables rotting corpses and infect. It was an unmistakable smell. was the stench of my childhood in Sicily "
That you just read is a further unknown unknown passage from the book" My visions lonely "by Giulio Sacco , written in 1879 and published a year later by a small publisher in New Orleans. Finally, it is an obscure book, lost in memory, without a great literary value certainly, but the story of the author is interesting and complex. Try to explain it best.
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When he left the bathroom, a very strong odor throughout the house flooded. It smelled like overheated stew cooked with vegetables rotting corpses and infect. It was an unmistakable smell. was the stench of my childhood in Sicily "
That you just read is a further unknown unknown passage from the book" My visions lonely "by Giulio Sacco , written in 1879 and published a year later by a small publisher in New Orleans. Finally, it is an obscure book, lost in memory, without a great literary value certainly, but the story of the author is interesting and complex. Try to explain it best.
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mid-nineteenth century, the famine that developed in Sicily pushed the Mafia bosses to seek better opportunities off the island and Europe. Thus, the first Sicilians who had emigrated to the southern port of New Orleans in the United States in 1815, told bosses and sponsors of the organization of the urgent needs that arise, not only in the city, if not the entire state of Louisiana, hiring the amounts of farm labor to work plantations filling the void left by the recently freed black slaves. This situation was exploited by the Mafia to enter into agreements and contracts with the planters of New Orleans and surrounding areas. Thus, between 1850 and 1860, gradually moving entire families of Sicilian Mafia-abiding, willing to pay the tax or contribution that any help and they asked the organization. Among them was the Sacco family, to exception of the grandfather and father, now deceased.
Thirty years later, in 1890, and were about thirty thousand families, a number that began to worry the authorities and the rest of the population of the city, both in their ways that conflicted with the idiosyncrasies of the South Saxon Puritan, and above However, the economic power that had failed to reach the Sicilian leaders through an effective partnership in the region known as the Sicilian Mafia in New Orleans. Giulio
Sacco had come to New Orleans in 1857, just turned 15 years, along with the rest of his brothers and his mother. Little information takes the life of Giulio during the following years, but all the information and references suggest that as soon as he stepped on American soil went to work as a stevedore at the port, like his brothers.
In 1861, four years after he started working in the port city, Sacco and had become a respected man who made the connection between port authorities and the mob bosses that the latter continued to enjoy certain privileges. What is particularly strange about this forgotten history is as follows: in February of that year began circulating around town a series of pamphlets signed by one G. Sacco directly accusing Stefano Vaccaro, chief Chief of the Mafia in New Orleans at that time, the repeated advances of taxes agreed with their compatriots and also require a carnal payment by those who had girls as young as 9 years, under threat of burning the house with aforementioned daughters inside.
course, the appearance of these placards raised a stir, languages \u200b\u200bskyrocketed, and rumors began to circulate like wildfire. Two days after the leaflets first appeared, two hitmen Vaccaro occurred in the offices that Sacco was at the port. Sacco then huffed and puffed that he had not written anything about it and had to be someone who wanted to end his reputation and deal with Mr. Vaccaro. After a tip hits, Vaccaro's henchmen gave him a week to resolve the issue.
What happened this week was like living in a delirious and feverish nightmare for Sacco. The libel continued to appear in ever greater numbers and with speeches anti-mafia and anti-inflammatory and Vaccaro much more devastating. Moreover, all the neighbors of Sacco, avoided him like a pariah and the New Orleans police had to intervene at that without God not to seem even more selling and corrupt. Vaccaro went after and arrested him on charges of fraud (Al Capone was not the first, as you see). Iker Jiménez
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With Vaccaro arrested, Sacco seemed to breathe a little more quiet. Many neighbors avoided him again to approach him and softly, assuring him that deep down they were with him and his cause. Sacco did not understand, he had not written these claims. Gradually persecutory paranoia was increasingly taking over the minds of Sacco who finished shutting at home, around August 1861.
However, the citizens of New Orleans still reading texts G. Sacco. Texts which were applauded and cheered by the working classes of the city and soon would become part of the pages of New Orleans Citybussines. Sacco became in a popular journalist, many testimonies of the time say that Sacco was left often see on the streets of the city, participating in all kinds of citizen initiatives and was loved by all and respected by the local mafia.
In 1879, Sacco published "My visions lonely" his first and only book, where they mix both autobiographical passages of his childhood in Sicily and of his youth in New Orleans, with absurd theories and pseudo-asides own enlightened. Three years later, hit the pages of local newspapers up the news that the great writer Giulio Sacco had died during a picnic with friends. City cried the entire loss. The year was 1882.
The strange thing is that 20 years earlier, in October 1861 in the former home of Giulio Sacco, found the body of a man with two big gashes in his chest which was also entered in the morgue with Giulio name Sacco.
PS: All the information in this article has been has been taken from the book Compendium the letteratura di Storia di Italian of Sapegno Natalino. I could not find anything valuable in the network. If any of you get get more information through Internet about this story, would appreciate making contact with me.
