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Originally Posted by Ea
Ah, but we lived in a village and I was allowed to go to the library on my own from I was 7-8 - and no-one told me what I could or couldn't read. I just knew my father disapproved of comics and such  Never stopped me reading them  |
exactly, the way it should be. I got access to a public library when, after the war, we rejoined my father in Milano. And from a table of 14 we had one of 4. Big change. Instead of a room for myself I slept on a chair-bed in the dining room. My mother was able to give us all the love we might have missed from the big family that was not there anymore. Finally my father was very happy. We all were very happy. I read
all the books. It was a small library of course, the one of the church. I still remember some of them. I used to go to the market with my mother and if I had been a good boy she would buy me a comic book.Do you know Prince Valiant ? The Ghost? Mandrake?
Then, in high school, the mother of my chum owned a bookstore. She liked me and let me read what I wanted, if I did not ruin the book. Bonanza!