It was back-breaking work, and what little money he made mostly went towards booze. ![]() My father started working at the part for the guy who arranged our emigration. "The American Dream." It was more like a nightmare. On the other hand, I’d never seen anything filthier or more disgusting than our new shithole of an apartment. ![]() Never in my life had I seen anything as fantastic as Empire Bay. Across the ocean to start a new life in America. And then one day, my father decided it was time to move away. I don’t really remember too much about the old country… except that we were pretty hard up. I’m standing there with my parents and my sister Francesca in front of our old house. He sits at a table in a dark room, smoking and looking at old photos.
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