A/N: for clarification- Persa is born before Michael has any other children and the translation to the Italian is at the bottom of the page. Just thought you should know that to avoid any confusion. Thanks for reading and please don't forget to review!!
This is the story of my life…
No lies,
No embellishments,
No glorification,
Just the truth. So I guess I should start from the beginning…
I'm Persa Abbernandi-Corleone. When my father, Michael Corleone, went to Sicily seventeen years ago he decided to, as you Americans would say, 'hook up' with two girls and the one Michael ditched happened to be my mom. So, by the time I was born he was long gone and that's how I go the name, Persa, which means 'lost. So after 17 years and after my mom was killed, I decided to finally set out to find my father.
For three months I scoured about looking for passports, birth certificates, identification, and anything else that can get me in America. Until one day I found Tony Castelli, who is the master of faking all travel items. But you have to do a service to or for him to get the papers, that's how it was with everyone.
"scuzi, senior Castelli." I said.
"Come posso aiutarti" he replied coolly.
"Ho bisogno di documenti per arrivare a america e ho detto che era stato l'uomo per ottenere da loro."
"I'll pure bisogno di un favore fatto che potrebbe non piace."
"Che cos'è? I farà nulla!"
"E, permettetemi di pensare ... Alonzo uccidere la Bertolli Baker" he replied with hate burning in his eyes.
"Che cosa? Non posso farlo. Qualsiasi altra cosa!"
"No, i documenti che si desidera fare come i chiedere ... Ti dirò che cosa, si dorme con me una volta allora mi hai la carta." I began to back away but he stopped me by signaling for one of his goons to close the door.
"Ammenda, quando i ottenere i documenti?" I asked
"Dopo Sono contento." He leaned back onto his chair.
"Che quando sarà?" I asked
"Potrebbe essere oggi, o domani, o in tre anni ... Tutto dipende da voi." At that time I swallowed my pride and walked into the back room.
Two days later I overcame the feeling that I abandoned my pride and I boarded the next ship to america. After three weeks I finally arrived at Ellis island and then the daunting process began.
oh and here's a disclaimer:
I embellished Castelli's character. No Italians that I know of had to do what Perse' did in order to get the papers.
A/N Please review and I know that was a really short chapter but it seemed long on word®!! So here are the transalations.
excuse me Mr. Castelli?
how can I help you?
I need documents to get to america and I was told you were the man to get them from.
I'll need a favor done that you won't like.
what is it? I'll do anything!
let me see… kill Alonzo Bertolli the baker.
what? I can't do that! Anything else!!
no, you want the papers you'll do as I ask… I'll tell you what, you sleep with me once then I'll give you the papers.
fine, when will I get the papers?
when I'm pleased.
when will that be.
it could be today, or tomorrow, or three years… It all depends on you.