THIS IS ME

By FERDINANDO FREGA

The first signs had already been seen when I was in my mother's womb, a narrow, cramped place with little availability of food, without having the freedom to move as I wanted, in what I wanted to do.
Here comes the day of birth, my mother pushing on her abdominals as hard as possible, the adequate dilation and I am undecided whether to continue frequenting those places or change home.
In the end, nature wins, when it decides something we are always powerless, and they immediately have to weigh you as if you were a market animal, just purchased: Giovanna the baby is 5.8 kg and was born with the Shirt of Fortune, but ignorance it pushes her to delete this detail, not to let anyone know, after all she is a seventeen year old girl, but who will later be decisive for all the things that will happen in my life.
She seemed to be happy, indeed perhaps she was, but her manifestation was immediately extinguished by the arrival of my father who smilingly told her: you wanted a boy, this will lead to your ruin.
Relatives and friends rushed to see the sacrificial lamb crying heavily and the doctor prescribed chamomile, sure that it was post-birth abdominal colic.
The grandmother's ingenuity was not long in arriving, but like chamomile and chamomile, the child is hungry, and in the face of every expectation a bottle full of milk arrived, four rations, which ended immediately and appeased my anger, despite the mother having a fifth of breasts, but it didn't help me to be able to breastfeed, and hence great attention in the future towards women with large breasts, hoping that one day someone would be able to give me new emotions.
A life as a lucky boy, as a lucky man, as a lucky old man, where in my street I have always found many people, of the best people I have always been jealous of their relationship, always discreet and never intrusive, because they are always the best, mediocre always ready to want to change, dominate and manage me, but they always remained mediocre, like dwarfs who dream of being giants, but in the end remain dwarfs, all helpless and unsuccessful.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9781446121207

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AUTHOR

FREGA FERDINANDO

(1965) began his professional career as a salesman in Gillette Italy; a journey that lasted 20 years, starting from the lowest roles, as bag holder and assistant, to then move on to manager and be recognized first by the Company and then by the Market, in the role of Top Manager, it was the year 2003.

In 2004 he became a Freelancer, as a Business Consultant, Recruiter, Social Communicator, in Romania, Bulgaria, Georgia, Spain, until 2017 and Councilor in the Reggio Calabria Chamber of Commerce.

From 2018 to 2020 he actively collaborates with international humanitarian organizations present in various parts of the world to aid and support to needy and difficult populations, teaching social communication at embassies to refugees from some nations.

From 2020 to 2021 he created the UNIVERSO AL FEMMINILE website, a sentimental, love and affective consultancy project, online only. The investment is considerable, but the Italian investors express their intention of not wanting to participate in the new corporate asset and the activity is considered definitively concluded, recording the first failure.

September 2021 he becomes Author, Poet, Writer of Fiction-Non-Fiction, Autobiographical, Creator and Creative Executor, in conjunction with a Psychiatric illness, inherited from his mother, the effects of which lead him happily to cure himself, and to gain the settlement of the Pathology (living without effects) and achieving a better and normal life.

He produces and publishes narrative texts and autobiographical stories in America, always monitored by critics, and is recognized as an author who creates reading by bringing a new way of writing, with his seventeen multilingual books and his seventeen e-books in English.

The thing that surprises him is that out of interest in his books, they are bought and resold at double the market price, but there are many who are doing this exercise.

His training leads him back to attending an Esoteric school for 30 years and to his life values based on Universal Principles and Values oriented towards good and justice.

He has three adult children, and because of his activity he is always looking for places in the world to live, which can give him the best inspiration, because writing always remains the only means to be able to tell and remember, bringing smiles.

His concept of women leads him to express and say that they are especially important, stating that they are truly at the center of his Universe, unfortunately not all of them can be satisfied, alas. He has gained professional experience in the following sectors and managerial positions on:

Consumer Goods, Temporary Agencies, Construction, Corporate Security, Fast-food Restaurants, Electronics, IT, Hard Discount, Real Estate, Truck Mechanics, Food Organizational Plans, Writing, Social Communication, Relationship Counseling, Teaching, Charity.

There are still many things to do, and even if the time is not enough, he tells us the minutes, our heart and our soul always give us the desire to bring help and a word of comfort to people in need, and I am always offering unique moments, each story is truly unrepeatable.

Frega Ferdinando

PREMISE

The first signs had already been seen when I was in my mother's womb, a narrow, cramped place with little availability of food, without having the freedom to move as I wanted, in what I wanted to do.

Here comes the day of birth, my mother pushing on her abdominals as hard as possible, the adequate dilation and I am undecided whether to continue frequenting those places or change home.

In the end, nature wins, when it decides something we are always powerless, and they immediately have to weigh you as if you were a market animal, just purchased: Giovanna the baby is 5.8 kg and was born with the Shirt of Fortune, but ignorance it pushes her to delete this detail, not to let anyone know, after all she is a seventeen year old girl, but who will later be decisive for all the things that will happen in my life.

She was happy, in fact she was, but her manifestation was immediately extinguished by the arrival of my father who smilingly told her: you wanted a boy, this will lead to your ruin.

Relatives and friends rushed to see the sacrificial lamb crying heavily and the doctor prescribed chamomile, sure it was post-birth abdominal colic.

The grandmother's ingenuity did not take long to arrive, but like chamomile and chamomile, the child is hungry, and in the face of every expectation a bottle full of milk arrived, four rations, which ended immediately and appeased my anger, despite the mother having a fifth of breasts, but it didn't help me to be able to breastfeed, and hence great attention in the future towards women with large breasts, hoping that one day someone would be able to give me new emotions.

A life as a lucky boy, as a lucky man, as a lucky old man, where in my street I have always found many people, of people, I have always been jealous of their relationship, always discreet and never intrusive, because they are always the best, mediocre people always ready to want to change, dominate and manage me, but they always remained mediocre, like dwarfs who dream of being giants, but in the end they remain dwarfs, all helpless and unsuccessful.

Marking the pace was an exercise I did for a year when I gave my willingness to do military service. Marking the time has never been a problem, but I have always preferred to rely on the care of women, from whom I have gained pleasure and teachings. , love and passion, lessons and betrayals, and there have been so many, none have ever forgotten me, not even one, because of my loyalty and correctness, without lies, led to do without ever promising.

My mother is the woman who brought me into the world, in her genetic role of being the woman who gave birth to me, I was lucky enough to be able to spend only five years with her, this was the maximum time we allowed ourselves, after the Our paths have diverged, and at my age I realize that our paths will never cross again.

Today I am the author of books and I distribute them all over the world. I received strong sensations from seeing myself on the Japanese price lists and the books sold in YEN, CNY in China, RUPIES in India, and others, places with many people, and I from a small Calabrian suburb I arrived there, without asking myself how it happened, but for one reason only, one reason only, because

THIS IS ME

ARGENTINA

I had the opportunity to meet Ms. Silvina Robein, a nurse from Buenos Aires, in 2021, when I had the opportunity to develop and complete an organizational food distribution project.

She was divorced, a woman of one piece, a culture deeply rooted in the area, little sexual inventiveness, always of the idea that marriage was the best way to bond two people.

Yet, she had had two divorces, an adult daughter and she wore her 45 years with ease and little care for her body, blaming the fact that there were low salaries, and she could not afford everything.

It often happened that he skipped meals, and this made me bored, angry, thinking that 40% of Argentines were of Italian origins and that the love between the two nations had never broken and that the governments should never have allowed this situation.

The oscillation of the Argentine currency, the failure of banks and the government, a galloping public debt, led to extremely high inflation where purchasing power was increasingly reduced, and how could we help people?

We and our colleagues thought about bringing in food from Paraguay, the first important border, but we had not considered the colonels' regime and that each transaction required