The Licola Dump is a story that takes place in Naples Italy. It is a story of an American family's three year stay in Italy. The author was in the military during this three year adventure. This, however, would be no ordinary assignment. Destiny played a role, you see, his ancestry is Italian on both sides of his family. In 1926, his father immigrated to the USA from Uruguay employed as a fireman aboard the steam schooner Katherine Redwood arriving in San Francisco. He spoke several languages and dialects, is said to have danced with Rita Hayworth on a regular basis, and that he single handedly, thwarted a cable car accident in San Francisco. Yet, his "familia" had remained relatively unknown; there would be a first meeting. Life in Naples was more than a mere adjustment, it was a bit like forcing a square peg into a round hole. This original real-life story is fun to read and makes you relive your own travel experiences. If you haven't yet had the opportunity to travel abroad, this story will help you to prepare.
A sample of the story to be published in the Fall of 2022
The follow excerpt reads like a novel but is indeed an autobiography.
. . . When Arita returned into the house she was fuming. Someone had violated her domain.
Later that morning I reported the incident to the Shore Patrol and then to Dr. Rispo. When Dr. Rispo arrived to inspect the damage, he was very apologetic. But what interested me more was his demeanor. He indicated that this had never happened to his property before and was extremely upset that it had occurred during my residence. He informed me that he would have the damage repaired immediately and that he would send his brother Luigi to talk to me concerning home protection.
Luigi arrived later that evening. In his possession, was a shotgun and told me that I could keep it as long as I needed, and that if this should ever happen again, to kill the robber and throw him into the Tufa Pit. I declined the offer explaining to Luigi that Americans do not operate that way and thanked him for his concern. He informed me that this type of incident, though quite common in Naples especially to American occupied houses, should never happen to us again.