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Trapped in a Diamond
swered or a situation explained the answer was always the same: “Just
have faith.” I came across some information about the occult, and be-
cause the Church forbade the practice of it, I pursued it all the more
enthusiastically. I went through my stage of spiritualism, séances, and
hocus-pocus of all kinds, but even with these explorations into the un-
earthly realms, my mind, body, and soul still felt imprisoned. Countless
restrictions and constant criticisms weighed heavily on me. It was as if
I was bound in chains. I felt an undeniable need to escape. Somehow I
knew that if I didn’t, Vittoria would die.
Mercifully, a door opened. My parents wanted me to find a job, and
they agreed that learning English, along with my Italian and French,
would be helpful. I did my research and found a place in London that
was supervised by nuns, the only place away from home that my parents
would have let me go. The only aspect I didn’t like was the 9:00 p.m. cur-
few, but freedom frommy current situation was well worth the sacrifice.
Because the nuns would have control over me, my parents agreed to the
idea. But ultimately, destiny had other plans.
A relative from Canada, who was my age, visited us in Rome while on
her honeymoon. When I told her of my plans with the nuns in London,
she proposed an alternative:
“Come to Canada and live with me while go-
ing to school!”
I was overjoyed at the prospect and thought my parents
would embrace it as well. Of course, they had countless reservations,
particularly regarding the distance from home. I pleaded with them,
threatening that I would run away and shame them. I don’t remember
what else I said, but I finally succeeded. I soared away on October 31,
1966, with no idea of where I was going or what I was getting into. I did
know, however, that it was my flight to freedom—a little scary, but oh so
exhilarating. I had heard that life in North America was very different.