Initially, Antonio was exempted from transfer and remained in camp undertaking to teach illiterate soldiers. But with time, as the number of prisoners diminished, he too was transferred. He was sent to a convent on the north coast of Natal known as, Genazano, (today Genazano is a Boy’s Town). Here, together with a friend and fellow prisoner, Rafaele, they built schoolrooms and did general maintenance work. His time at Genazano was memorable as the nuns were very kind and good to them. So much so, that when the war ended, Antonio decided to stay on and finish what he had started. Rafaele on the other hand, grabbed his duffle bag and headed for home.

Back in the old country, there was a particular young girl who was fast becoming a woman. Having witnessed war herself from the home front, the bombings, helping to feed departing troops, and also coping with a general state of depression, Ida had always led a very sheltered life. Sneaking down to the docks, she would watch the troop ships coming in, filled with worn-out and defeated soldiers. Ida never imagined that in time, much later, her ship would also be coming in.

Antonio finally docked at Brindisi harbour; a year or so after the war had ended. Walking through old familiar roads, he turned into Via Cristoforo Colombo and headed home, a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. Almost dropping at the sight of him, his mother cried with joy, as she had thought him to be dead, not having heard from him in years. Antonio began doing the rounds of finding old friends, one of whom was Petruccio, a shoemaker in the back streets of Brindisi, who had also done time at Zonderwater. There, during one of his visits, Antonio met a dynamic old lady who was showing off a picture of her family to the shoemaker. Antonio’s eyes fell on the most beautiful of the four girls in the picture; he excused himself to the old lady and promptly notified her that he would be marrying that young lady. Soon after, Antonio packed a bag ready to find his way back to Africa, as a depressed Italy had no future for him. But not before he had met Ida and proposed to her. Antonio and Ida married by proxy, Ida in Brindisi, and Antonio in Genazzano. Ida later boarded the old SS Jerusalem (that ship’s final voyage) and weeks later met Antonio at Durban harbour where just days later they were formally married at the chapel at Genazano; ( see watercolors for my painting of that chapel).

The young couple later moved to Johannesburg where they boarded with a Jewish family in Saratoga Ave, Yeoville. Old Mrs Lewis took the young bride under her wing and guided her into this new and foreign world. My parents later bought a house in Pankhurst, a suburb built for returning soldiers from the war. Tina, my sister was already born and I arrived eighteen months later, totally without warning, just my mom and I, home alone. How did we both survive? Thanks to an unexpected visitor, who separated us with the very scissors my mother sews with today.