26 November 2021

Romualdo, my father loved his adopted city, he arrived in 1931 age 26, surviving most of the war in internment and serving in the army.
He loved to show it off but I wasn’t much interested in architecture or sculpture, once after a visit to the museums as we walked up Exhibition Road he told me the story behind the holes in the stone walls, the remnants of German pilots, the building was used by the military during the war. Then he told how in the last year of the war if you were walking down the street you might hear the engine of a ‘doodlebug’ V1 missile overhead, but if the sound cut out you had less than 2 minutes to hide in a basement before it hit the ground.