My first good childhood memories are from Italy.
We were a lot of kids, we played games together.
Don’t forget I had been in isolation,
away from any children for such a long time.
I went to school, I loved school, I was a very good student,
I had a good memory.
I could borrow somebody’s book...
We had to memorize a poem and we didn’t have enough books to go around.
So I would go walk from one end of the camp to the other,
and by the time I got home, I already knew the poem by heart.
I also forgot very quickly.
And it was a wonderful childhood.