{"id":396,"date":"2018-03-29T12:56:35","date_gmt":"2018-03-29T10:56:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.humansofparcoappennino.it\/?p=396"},"modified":"2018-05-08T08:57:09","modified_gmt":"2018-05-08T06:57:09","slug":"love-in-the-time-of-google-translate-roger-valestri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.humansofparcoappennino.it\/en\/2018\/03\/love-in-the-time-of-google-translate-roger-valestri\/","title":{"rendered":"LOVE IN THE TIME OF GOOGLE TRANSLATE \u2013 Roger Valestri"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rosano, Vetto<\/a><\/strong> \u2013 New York<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sharp voice, punctual and slightly embarrassed he starts his story. Fascinated by foreign cultures since always, attracted by encountering different faces, diverse smells and colors. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

As a child, thanks to my mothers\u2019 curiosity and initiative, I used to travel to faraway places. Probably it was destiny that I would end up living at the other side of the ocean.<\/span><\/p>\n

After graduating we went to visit my sister Valentina for Christmas, she was working there as an au-pair for an \u201cupper class\u201d family. I was fascinated by that way of living, from the city\u2019s dimensions, from the sounds and from the stream of people pouring in the streets. Something clicked inside me. I can\u2019t describe the sense of liberty I felt when the idea of moving there first occurred to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Valentina, four years younger than me, encouraged me: seeing her in action, playing with the hosting family\u2019s children, sharing her new habits with us, from the Hyde Park walk to the big take away coffee cup tasted on the way from the house to the metro, it has all been a strong call. Reentering Italy, I had no job and no language knowledge. Which better way than to learn a language on the spot? I immediately get informed on how to prepare the necessary documents for gaining a visa and a couple of months later I was landing in New York. I would easily get oriented in the city, maybe thanks to my long wandering on the mountains\u2019 crest. I knew the city enough and I could move around but all was different compared to our Christmas trip; Living here was completely different.<\/span><\/p>\n

I confess it\u2019s been really hard in the beginning. I had a strong lonely feeling on me. I felt alone in the middle of millions of people. Nothing compares to the warmth that people in a small town, a small site like Rosano, can give you. I was encountering a new way of living I wasn\u2019t used to. I started settling in by working for an Italian-run bar. The whole day cleaning up tables! I lost 10 kilos in a month and a half! How exhausting! <\/span><\/p>\n

I met a girl, Californian, blonde, Bronwyn. She stood by me, helped me out in my loneliness moments and was able to understand me even though at the beginning I would text her using google translator\u2026 how patient she\u2019s been! Thanks to her I appreciated the American culture and became really fluent in English. Today we\u2019re still together, we live in a small East Village flat with our dog Bobby. Thanks to hard work and method, with my mother\u2019s and grandfather\u2019s example to guide me, I\u2019ve learned a job and have been promoted. I feel well here, I\u2019ve great projects for the future and I believe this is the right place for me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Until now there\u2019s moments when I think \u201cwhat am I doing it for\u201d? I can\u2019t say I don\u2019t miss my mountains and my family. Every Saturday morning, despite the distance and the time gap, I think at my grandmother taking freshly baked bread out of the wood oven. I remember the exact smell and I can see her busy around the oven.<\/span><\/p>\n

The thing I love is that every time I come back it feels like I never left. <\/span><\/p>\n\n\t\t\t