Poor guy!

Povero cristo! Suo padre é morto ancora prima che nascesse. Che poi suo padre era no zingaro, per quello all’anagrafe risultava figlio di N.N. Allora alla scuola, siccome portava lo stesso cognome della madre, che non si vedeva mai, abitava a Rimini, a scuola andavano sempre i nonni a prenderlo. Infatti lui e sua sorella abitavano con loro. Comunque, capitava che lo chiamassero figlio di puttana. Allora lui si incazzava e una volta é scappato di scuola. C’aveva otto o nove anni, è uscito nel cortile, ha aperto il cancello ed è andato a casa di sua zia che abitava lì vicino. Sono andati i carabinieri a riprenderlo.

Qua, da dove scrivo, fa freddo!

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Poor guy! His dad died even before he was born. His dad was actually gipsy, that’s why at the register office he was nobody’s son. So at school, because he had his mother surname, who was never there, she was living in Rimini, his grandparents always went to pick him up. Him and his sister were actually living with the grandparents. Anyways, it happened sometimes that other kids called him son of a bitch. In these kind of situations, he used to get pissed and once he ran away from school. He just went out, opened the gate and went to his aunt’s house who lived near by. The police went to take him back.

Here, where I write from, it's cold!