The Mafia - Personal Narrative

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The Mafia - Personal Narrative

Mafia. That word, what does it mean? It reminds me of Black Death,

cold murder, of pitiless, heartless people who don't understand the

meaning of life. Life is another one of those tricky words just like

Mafia, yet the words are inevitably associated with each other,

although they are different in context.

The story which I am going to tell you will give you a view on those

heartbreaking words that are indescribeable.

My name is Robert Pitino. I am thirteen years old and I once lived

on the south coast of Italy, right next to Sicily. The city which I

lived in was highly populated with Sicilians who escaped Sicily as

refuges because of the war there amongst different Mafia Clans. So the

market place on a Saturday was always jam packed with Sicilian

refugees. My cousins and relatives lived quite far from me so I wasn't

bored on the weekends. I couldn't visit them on the weekdays, so

weekends were always packed with a happy exchange of news and gossip.

My family includes one brother. He is called Pacassio Gambino and is

twenty-one years old; he is mostly with my papa, who owns a private

business exporting guns. The Warehouse where the guns are stored was

turned from an old factory, which initially made coffee. This was why

the old warehouse smelled rich like antique furniture. The business

was handed down to my papa by my great papa. My brother originally

started six form collage, but immediately he stopped when my father

needed help with the business. He is always willing to help all the

time and never asks for help himself. I also have a younger sister who

is called Rina she is three years old. She is too young to go school,

therefore she spends the day with my mama. My mama is called Rita and

she is forty years old, a house wife who always stays at home. My

papa, Pablo Gambino, is thirty - nine years old and although he owns a

gun business, I think he is quite naïve at times.

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