City of Gangsters: City of Gangsters
Sicilian Family
(East Bay, United States, November 09, 1923)
Early in the morning, on Sunday in the city of East Bay it was very cold, the rain flushed the city almost overnight, leaving watery streets and muddy ground.
Make people want to spend more time in their beds, of course it's open the wrong thing, after all this is a holiday.
In contrast to a "spouse" the man, who was pedaling his rusty bicycle, walked down the wet streets of East Bay at half-six in the morning.
Michael Romano the name of the 7-year-old boy, a daily newspaper deliveryman, he was holding back his cold air in the morning today, can be seen his tiny body shivering with cold.
A shabby coat, apolo hat and thick scarf knitted his mother around his neck, at least it gave the boy a little warmth to fight his cold this morning.
District to the district he passed, delivering the newspaper to the homes of his bookers, of course it took a long time for Michael to send all the newspapers he brought.
He started his working hours from 5am, a time that most East Bay residents still sleep in their dreams.
- at 9:30
Cloudy clouds dotted the sky of the East Bay city, preventing the sun from providing warmth to the city, even so people seemed to start doing activities.
On the other side Michael arrived at a mansion house, located in the district of St Seven Village, a district located in the hills and full of luxury homes.
In front of the gate of the mansion, stood three people wearing fedora hats and Single Breasted suit stellans wrapped in a formal long coat blazer.
The men were sitting at a table next to the front gate of the mansion while playing poker.
One of the three men saw Michael, the man put the poker card in his hand on the table, then immediately stood up to Michael.
"Hey boy, morning paper for today ?" The man asked as he took a pack of cigarettes from his coat, picked up a stick, and placed the opium on his lips. Then he put the cigarette pack back into his coat.
The man started burning the cigarette that was already on his lips, smoking that opium, the smoke that was suffocating out of his nose and mouth.
"Yeah, Mr. Enzo had a lot of big news this morning, yesterday the police did a big search that was written on the main page" Michael replied as he got off his rusted bicycle, and take the last newspaper in the basket in front of the bike.
Enzo Banosera, a 20-year-old man who claims to work as a bodyguard for the man who owns the mansion.
Michael has known him for several months, and enzo and his friends are at the gate every morning when he delivers the newspaper.
Michael had been curious about the owner of this Mansion, for quite a long time he sent the newspaper to this Mansion, but never at all had he seen the face or family members of the owner of the large building.
all he saw was his guards who probably numbered a dozen inside. This bodyguard often wears a black Tailored suit suit that looks very luxurious, which Michael can conclude from the owner of this house is he is very rich maybe the boss of a company.
Michael then handed the newspaper to Enzo, after receiving the newspaper Enzo reached for something from his coat to remove 500 cents from it.
"Hey, let's just say it's a tip from me" said Enzo tossed the 500-cent coin with his thumb, with a swift michael catch him.
"Grazie Mr. Enzo"
"Prego Michael" Enzo quickly turned around and went into Grebang, maybe he'll hand the paper over directly to his boss.
The thing that Michael liked most about the man was that he always gave tip money, with an amount even greater than his daily wage.
Michael returns to his old work bike and pedals it to the East Bay Post office located in the central district of the lower Central side,
The distance from St. Seven Village to the Central lower side is quite far, but because the nets are downhill from the hills to the city which is indeed on flatter land, it is not easy to see, it makes Michael does not need much energy to pedal his rusty bike.
- 10 minutes later in the Central lower district side-by-side
In the middle of the city the busyness has begun to be seen, passing cars, pedestrians, steam crete smoke, and shops that play jazz music, fill the city crowd, and, michael continued to pedal his bike to the south street, until he found a 4-story building inscribed with the East Bay Post near the crossroads.
Michael turned towards a narrow alley down a muddy street, which would lead him to the back of the building.
"Hey, Michael have you delivered all those papers?" Ask the man in a white shirt, his age has reached the head of five, can be seen from the hair of the man who began to gray, he said, his name was Smith Wilson, a 52-year-old man who worked in the newspaper delivery department.
"Yes mr Smith" replied Michael as he parked his rusty bicycle along with similar items in the rear parking lot, after which he approached Mr. Smith.
"Well, this is your pay" said Mr. Smith, giving 3 100 cents.
"Thank you Mr. Smith" Michael received the 300 cents, and then hid the money in his shoes.
300 Cents is quite a lot for Michael, money 300 cents is equivalent to 20 pieces of hotdog The cheapest sold 15 cents per fruit in Harlem, Harlem, coupled with a tip from Mr. Enzo in one day Michael can get 800 cents.
Therefore, Michael had to take care of the apartment and his younger sister who was 4 years old.
"Thank you for your hard work, too, Michael,"
"I'll be here again on Wednesday" he said
Michael who was only nodding back by Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith quickly entered back into his office, as well as Michael who left the place.
Heading to his apartment located in the Harlem district, located just south of the Central district lower side.
- Harlem district
Harlem is an industrial area and port as well as a district with the largest area in the East bay, inversely proportional to the Central lower side district is clean and neat, Harlem on the contrary, the district is fairly slum and has poor water and air quality due to pollution from the factory factory there.
Along the sidewalks of the streets of Harlem filled with beggars and peddlers, this man was an immigrant, just as Michael and his family were from Sicily Italy.
Most of them came from Europe, the effects of the First World War that broke out on the blue continent, forcing them to seek livelihood elsewhere, one of which was America, he said, they have high ambition and passion to move to this country, but that spirit is often curry dashed because of the rigors of life here.
Difficult jobs, low wages, and discrimination are often obtained from local residents, plus most of the immigrants become alcoholics.
Their income money is often used up to buy drinks.
On the way, Michael saw a very beautiful bracelet, the bracelet was made of wood with carved flowers, Michael thought the bracelet was suitable to be made a birthday gift for his sister, Michael, seeing the gaze of michael the old grandfather of the merchandise owner spoke up.
"Good stuff ain't Michael's son, I found him lying on the sidewalk"
"Yes, it looks like a good luck charm, how much does Mr Moreli cost?" Michael asked the old man, Vincent Moreli, Michael had known this old man for a long time, sometimes he often bought used items such as story books and toys from Mr. Moreli for his sister.
"150 cents, how's boy?"
"Can you put it down a little bit" Michael bargained
"As a person from the same hometown, what about 100 cents? " Reply to Mr. Moreli.
"ok siamo d'accordo, Mr. Moreli" replied Michael agreed with the price offered by the old man. He then took 1 100 cent coin from his shoe.
"What is this for your sister? " Task Mr. Moreli while receiving the 100 cents. And then handed the wooden bracelet to michael.
"Yes, it's a birthday present for my sister" replied Michael received the wooden bracelet and then he put it in the coat pocket.
"Then Ci Vediamo monsieur Moreli"
"Yes, see you, Michael and thank you"
"Prego" replied Michael, then he walked back towards his apartment.
Near a narrow alley, Michael saw five children who looked two years older than himself, one of the five children had a fairly large stature and tall, and had a high stature, but the person who has a small stature with a cigarette in his mouth seems more powerful and dominant than the child who looks strong.
Looking at Michael as a bagundal with that small stature, walking over to himself, smoke billowed from the boy's mouth as he sucked up a stick of tobacco now clamped by his index and middle fingers.
The boy's name is Luca Auditore, a 9-year-old boy, and is the frontman of this little thuggish gang, Michael actually doesn't want to deal with that bastard Luca, but the boy sometimes always intercepts his way home.
"Buon Pomeriggio Michael" Sapa Luca in Italian.
Michael did not say a word to answer the greeting, instead he accelerated his footsteps, but Luca swiftly blocked his steps.
"Don't you guys, we're friends, aren't we Alberto? " Task Luca to the child with a large and tall stature behind him, Manchini Albreto the bouncer.
"Yes" Albreto replied in a tone of intimidation.
"Then, my friend, how about we talk for a while" said Luca while embracing Michael's shoulder, Michael actually refused to obey Luca's words, but unfortunately four other bagundals came to surround him, inevitably than making a fuss here he must obey.
Map of District Division in East Bay:
