Near the main entrance to the Albiate garden stand two beautiful sequoias, unusual plants in an Italian garden.
If I walked under them with my father Bernardo, he would say to me: ‘Beautiful, aren’t they? I planted them’.
If I walked under them with my Uncle Guido, he would say: ‘Beautiful, aren’t they? I planted them’.
With Uncle Claudio I never did.
Episodes that, in other contexts, might be seen as normal, petty boasting and innocent pride between brothers.
But here we are talking about the Caprotti family, self-centred rivals.
Insights from the book: "Le ossa dei Caprotti"
From Garibaldi to the CIA and Esselunga, a meticulously documented saga of the family that reshaped Italian habits forever.
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