Biography
26 November 2021

Romualdo, my father loved his adopted city, he arrived in 1931 age 26, staying to teach Italian and survive the war both in internment then in the army.
He also loved to show it off even though I wasn’t interested in the architecture or sculpture. After a visit to the museums as we walked up Exhibition Road he explained about the holes in the stone walls, the remnants of German pilots strafing the doorway of the building. He described how, in the last year of the war if you heard the sound of a ‘doodlebug’ passing overhead but then went silent you had less than 2 minutes to run and hide down in a basement before it hit the ground.