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RENATO ROSSI · Complete edition

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Germaine

Germaine, like a second mother

Germaine was like a second mother to us. Her son Peter died exactly one week before Marco. I will never forget her love, support and closeness.

My cousin Orazio - a true family man with a love of life, who left us far too soon.
My cousin Orazio - a true family man with a love of life, who left us far too soon.
With my very dear cousin Massimo, who holds an especially precious place in my heart.
With my very dear cousin Massimo, who holds an especially precious place in my heart.
With my great-nephew Stefano. Although he is deaf and does not speak, he is one of the most sociable and warmhearted young people I have ever known.
With my great-nephew Stefano. Although he is deaf and does not speak, he is one of the most sociable and warmhearted young people I have ever known.
With my cousin Vinicio and his family during a warm reunion in Loreto Aprutino.
With my cousin Vinicio and his family during a warm reunion in Loreto Aprutino.
With my cousin Arturo, his wife Giuseppina and their sons Luciano and Nicola, at a farm in Loreto Aprutino.
With my cousin Arturo, his wife Giuseppina and their sons Luciano and Nicola, at a farm in Loreto Aprutino.
With Peppino, our one-hundred-year-old family friend, and his wife - a special encounter filled with warmth and respect.
With Peppino, our one-hundred-year-old family friend, and his wife - a special encounter filled with warmth and respect.
An old photograph of my friend Peppino Smarelli, on the left, and my cousin Arturo, in the center, in the De Lindeman neighborhood in 1968.
An old photograph of my friend Peppino Smarelli, on the left, and my cousin Arturo, in the center, in the De Lindeman neighborhood in 1968.
With my friends Claudio and Tommaso and my cousin Fernando in my native village of Loreto Aprutino. A precious memory of friendship, family and my Italian roots.
With my friends Claudio and Tommaso and my cousin Fernando in my native village of Loreto Aprutino. A precious memory of friendship, family and my Italian roots.