Micro (one-minute stories)

Sometimes what we remember from our childhood is confused with the stories other people tell us. A micro narration in a minute or so.TRANSCRIPTI remember exactly the day Kennedy was shot. My mother was wearing a black twin-set of jumpers, it was probably spring, or autumn, and we were watching television, and my mother was crying. I wasn’t even born the day that Kennedy was shot, but this memory is so vivid in my mind, that I really believe it to be true. Now I know, it wasn’t Kennedy my mother was crying for, it was my uncle Franco, her younger brother who migrated at a young age into to the mainland, killed in an industrial accident, crushed to death by a piece of machinery. The two identities, that of Kennedy and of my uncle, they remain forever connected in my memory, and I still can’t think of one, without having to see the other with the eyes of my mind.

Show Notes

Sometimes what we remember from our childhood is confused with the stories other people tell us. A micro narration in a minute or so.

TRANSCRIPT
I remember exactly the day Kennedy was shot. My mother was wearing a black twin-set of jumpers, it was probably spring, or autumn, and we were watching television, and my mother was crying.

I wasn’t even born the day that Kennedy was shot, but this memory is so vivid in my mind, that I really believe it to be true.

Now I know, it wasn’t Kennedy my mother was crying for, it was my uncle Franco, her younger brother who migrated at a young age into to the mainland, killed in an industrial accident, crushed to death by a piece of machinery.

The two identities, that of Kennedy and of my uncle, they remain forever connected in my memory, and I still can’t think of one, without having to see the other with the eyes of my mind.

What is Micro (one-minute stories)?

About one minute. That's all it takes to tell a story.
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