Chapter XXX: Memories torture me
You know... To be honest, my childhood was not easy. I'm referring to myself in the 15th century, but also to myself in the 21st century. I was always alone and believed that I would always remain that way. I think on this occasion, I could tell you some memories from my life.
Let's start with Antonio from the 15th century, who is important now. About the one from the 21st century, I might talk later...
I was born into a simple family, not noble or royal, that's for sure. As I said when I came here, I have memories from the 15th century, so it's a bit strange... At the age of 4, I lost my father. I say "lost" because my father remarried a woman much younger than him. Since I was little, I lacked that male role model, having only my mother's and grandmother's example. The only thing that took me out of the routine of a rural family was the fact that I was a child close to the Church.