If you're Italian, you're proud of it. It's a known fact. And yes, even when you're a quarter Italian, you're very proud of it.
I somewhat neglect the history of my Italian family - it's firstly very difficult to get information (the Italians true to form are dictators when it comes to giving out anything) and the language barrier poses any potential negotiating with the ex fascists even harder. My Italian grandmother also has a habit of making up what she doesn't know (an example being telling my aunt when she was six years old "Jesus walked on these steps". They were at St Peter's Basilica...Vatican City...Rome and while I'm not a religious scholar, I'm not sure that's quite right).
We're currently looking into going to my ancestual lodgings Roma in October (we used to go essentually every year) and during a good old google session today my mum found a holiday apartment for rent along the road my Great Grandad (Aristide Petri (pronounced Pea-tree)) resided in. It's a fantastic location and I remember visiting it when I was a wee midget. I'm rather bitter we no longer have it if I'm honest as it would make my holidays very cheap and easy!
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