My story

My name is Patrizia Damonte and j was born to Spotorno (Savona-Italy) in the 11 may 1953. My father, 21 years old, in military service to Bresso, near Milan, met my mother 35 years, married and with  a son  fifteen. Started a love story and after one year my mother was pregnant, and they went to live to Spotorno on the  ligurian coast between Genoa and french frontier and after 7 months  borned twin babies. Years after J cam to know that my sister was dead at birth and the name given her was Annamaria.
At the birth my weight was 1100 grams, but  after 13 days  was about 700 grams and j was in danger of life. At that time the conjugal's infidelity was a crime and my parents could’t  go in hospital and so looked for an  expert person that could help them. They found her in a lady 50 years old, not married, called with the nickname "Nene". She touched in front of my little bundle and consented to help them. Nene told me, years after, that she had used the cat's biberon to give me the milk, because j had difficulties to suck. J started to live with Nene and my mother.  After two months, my mother, with the excuse that she neeed to look for a job, asked to Nene if she accepted to bring up me. Nene became fond to me and accepted.
J remained whith Nene 11 years and j don't know how many times my mother came to see me pheraps five or six times.  J was serene with Nene but j felt the absence of a father, because also he came a  very few times.
Nene was for me a true mother and she was very sincere with me, at 6 years old she told me that the my natural mother was another lady.
She did many sacrificies for me , also to whash dishes in the hotels for touristes and many times we ate only one icecream for lunch and a cappuccino for dinner.
When j was eleventh, happened something that upsets my life : my mother came to the house where j lived with Nene and whith very arrogance said: " it is arrived the time that Patrizia comes back to her family " and gave me one week to prepare the my things"
When arrived the time, j and Nene took a train to get  my mother's house (at 30 kilometries) in Varazze and j craied during all the travel. Nene with the death in the heart told me : " Patrizia! don’t cry, j will stay next you everytime of your life, until j will be able", and so it will be.
J started to live with my natural mother but j was not able to call her "mummy", and therefore she arrived also to  hit me:
      She was arrogant, authoritative, perfidious and wicked.
J spended three years looking for to find a shadow of serenity, and when j thought to have got  it , happened another event that upsets my life :
j was studing when j received a phone call from a lady that asked me to send my father Bruno at home, because she was the wife. J thought that it was a joke and stopped the call, but she recalled four times until my mother responded. You can imagin what happened:     
              insults and bad words.
So j came to know that my father weren't married with my mother:   up till now, nobody had said me this. J asked  to my mother if this was the only newness, and she said me that there were two others : j had a brother fifteen years older and at my birth j was twin. But j already knew this last newness, because Nene had said me it when j had six years. Sometimes she took me to the cemetery and showing the commun graves she said to pray for my twin syster.
All these  newnesses threw  me in a  frustation  state ad j started to refuse the life and the food. When my weight is below 38 Kg, j was admitted to the ospital. Only Nene is near me and whith the  her loving cares  finally j got over from ilness.
Fortunately nothing bad newness happened until to the eighteen years when j knew my actual husband.
In the 1973, when j was twenty y.o. j married and gone to live at Rome for two years and then to Naples for nine years. J had two sons with problems of mental disease not diagnosticable at that time. Since it was difficolt to give them a correct rehabilitative way, j and my husband decided to transfer the family in the north of Italy were there were more possibilities. So my husband asked to his company the transfer and obtained it to Genoa. In the 1984 j and my family leaved  Naples and gone to live at Varazze, where  lived my natural mother and where there iwas an institute for disables. "La Nostra Famiglia".  
Started a new life directed to the rehabilitation of my two sons. Two years later the them disease was diagnosticate :   " X-Fragile" or " Martin Bell disease" , a genetic disease, cause of the more important spreaded delay mental, of whom the mothers are healthy carriers.
In the 1986 my true affective mother Nene died and it was cutted  forever the connection between me and the goodness, but j am sure : from that moment  Nene is looking me by heaven.
When my sons were adults, j needed to start an activity for me, to escape from all those problems and so j decided to begin an seller's activity of house productes and j traveled near and far from  my city Varazze.
Starting from the beginning of the 90's years, persons, that j didn't know, stopped me and, saing hallo, called me madam Damonte. J staied very impressioned from all this and when j gone home asked to my mother explanations, and she saied that could be a person resemblant to me. J was not very convinced, and asked myself :

  “ how is possible that  a resemblant person cans have the same family name?” 

but j didn't have elements to suspect anything.
After ten or eleven of such meets, in the 1996, my mother one day, crying, saieds me that my twin sister was alive and was got at a rich family, of whom she didn't know the name and also she saied to ask to my father, because he knew. J called my father and asked what was happened at my sister and he responded me that didn't want to say enything about this story, because he had removed it from his mind.
J asked many times to my mother and she gave me  always the same version. So j decided to do a comparision between them and when this happened they quarrel heavely, because the version's father was that at my birth he was very far and was arrived after three days and was been the midwife to do every things:   the declaration to the register and the burial of my sister.

My mother saied that all these was false, because he was arrived at the evening of the same day of the birth and  he did also an informal party, but at  following morning he said her that my sister was dead during the night.  J understood the difficulty  to find the true and decided to look for myself at the register where j was borned and ask our documents. On the document of my sister is writtten that she was died at the birth, like a medical certificate declaimed. Nor this certificate  and nor registration's sepulchre were found  at my request and there were some others irregularities, but j understood that was very difficult to find responsability after 43 years, because all persons are dead :  but my mother and my father are still alive.
Eight years elapsed without newness and , since j have started a new job like agent of beauty's center, j went to visit one of theese in Cairo Montenotte at 20 Km far from Savona and the beautician said me that had a customer identical to me with her family name like mine: "Damonte". In a fist time she accepted to help me and said me: " At the next time that she cames to my center, j try to say  that a person identical to her is looking for a sister and suggests her  to meet me".

 J waited two weeks and then j phoned to her, that says me that had spoken with her customer, but she had had a negative reaction and it was no more possible to insist.
All attempts to convince this beautician was vain, she didn't want help me more. J was sure that she had phone number and address of her.
J started serches in this area (Cairo Montenotte), but j didn't find nobody with that name, and j understood that it was not very easy to find her. 
Angry for all these difficulties, j decided to write a book to narrate the my story in the hope that my sister will find it and will know what  was happened in all these years.

It was not very easy to write my story, because when j started, after a few pages j stopped, but finally j found the right inspiration and j  finished the manuscript.

J published the book in march 2007 with the title : "Cercando la mia gemella - Una storia vera" (Looking for my twin syster - A true story).

At may and october 2007 and may 2008  j was been  invited in three different televisive  programs to narrate the my story and to send a message to my sister if she would be in listening.
In one of these televisive programs it was invited the beautician to witness to give the her version about my story and she says many things about that her old customer:
The name is Damonte Annamaria, she has married whith an psychologist, she has two daughters or one son and one daughter, and she is an teaching.

How is possible!:  she will have the same name with the whom she was declared died.          

J don't know if it is true.

17 august 2009

My mother it has called in the other life, and with her death the secret of what happened in that far 11 may 1953 it has been buried forever.

At the beginning of 2009 J and my family have leaved  Liguria and actually j live in Tuscania to Grosseto.

Last news               

At the end of 2008 j have received a phone from a lady that has told me to be her, that lady so resemblant to me, but  she refuses to meet me, because she is not sure to be my sister.

In the month of march 2010  she has phoned again telling me to be sure now: she is my sister because she has done researches. Again she refuse to meet me, because she must protect one person.

J don’t know who she is , pheraphs she is my sister or not.

Anyway , my researches are finished and j write the ward  :     THE END

         
J ask exuses for my scholastic english and  for possible mistakes.