“Working in the countryside. Farming is good, and so says the Gospel. If you have a field, you can pinpoint it on a map. But if you just teach in college, what do you possess? A war can destroy cities, but not land. Don't you regret the life your children chose?”
“I am happy for them, because they are doing what they want”.
“I no longer recognize you. You are not my son. I don't want a son like you!”
These words of disavowal I felt were like a biblical condemnation, casting me away so that I would wander aimlessly around the world.
From: Ferdinando Camon, La mia stirpe, Garzanti ed.