Previously Published Book
Memoir
My father Francesco Borgia sometimes reflected on how much he missed the close-knit community of San Procopio, a little rural town in southern Italy about fifty kilometres from Reggio, the capital of Calabria.
He had chosen a bad time to migrate to Australia as it would be in the throes of the Great Depression for many years to come. Despite all the obstacles Francesco faced migrating at this time, his never-say-die attitude and determination to create a better life meant there was no turning back. San Procopio would remain a treasured place, dear to his heart.
A naturally optimistic eighteen-year-old man set out on a big adventure to follow his dream, yet nothing could have prepared him for what lay ahead.