WRITING POSTCARDS FROM ITALY

in the flood 3 people gathered on the roof of a house, waiting for rescue, the first didnt think there was hope and jumped to there death in the water, the second waited a while but tried to swim to higher round and was never seen again, the 3rd who waited and kept faith was eventually rescued by the state...

there once was a poor merchant who sold his only son to buy food. time passed and the merchant became rich but longed for his son, by chance one day the merchant recognised one of the slaves that was contracted to remove household waste, it was his son. the merchant was very wealthy but very old and wanted to gift his estate to his son, so devised a plan, he asked to asked servents to bring him for a visit and they brought him, kicking and scraming to his audience, the man asked him to work in the household as a cleaner and he watched his son work and sleep, in the slave quaters outside, onw day when he felt he would pass, he summoned the boy and revealed himself as his father and explained that because of his humility and hard work he would inherit the vast estate, and before the king he was proclaimed aire, the son still lived in the slave quaters and didnt touch the estate and benifited many...