Giuseppe and Emilia Lanzarini were expecting a prosperous fate, shaped by their own dreams, a future for their children, a blue sky and 120 acres of land to grow grapes. The immigrants got of the ship to face a new reality, to find broken promises, to discover a land not as vast as they had heard of and fell down under a sky that was quite similar, unfortunately, to his distant Modena.
They survived until January, and began the crossing of the Andes Mountains, the mules just carried the children in fruit crates. My great great grandfather, Leonardo didn’t walk or talk, but had a first class seat, with a privileged view to the infinite cliff. On the way, they heard of a General called San Martin who did the same trip to throw rich Europeans out of America, that where now becoming extremely poor, but my family turned a deaf ear to these statements.