Montedoro, is the fascinating, true story of an Italian-American woman named Pia Mann, or Porziella Boffilo as she was originally named, whose journey to find her birth mother led her to Craco, a deserted town in the heart of southern Italy. What preceded that fateful journey was a life of pain, trials and emotional challenges.
Pia’s
earliest memories go back to her life as a toddler in Italy. She has blurry
images of people, places and emotions like love and fear. She has fleeting recollections of meeting her adoptive parents in New York and then growing up in
America, struggling between the loyalty and gratitude that her head was telling
her to feel for her adoptive family, and the longing in her heart to know about
her roots and where she came from.
An olive grove in Basilicata photographed by Antonello Faretta |
Pia with her adoptive father |
I knew I was
loved, it's a feeling from dreams, small déjà. It had to be.. I always
recall a dark-haired woman.. and I would sing to children and mine when I had
them. Ni na no.. My brother said momma used to sing it to me. I loved water, hearing it. I loved jugs. Then
I was told that I would sit near my home in Craco, watching the women get their
water in jugs with two handles. My current home has a brook behind it. I listen to the water and it gives me a sense of peace and safety. I did not recall momma, and slowly
I forgot Gianni my brother. But
I always dreamt of this little boy with green eyes carrying me. In my teens, I
was told that my mother back in Italy was a prostitute, and that she had left
me on the streets. I was told I should
be grateful to my adoptive family since they saved me. But all of this came out of my adoptive
mother’s mouth. My daddy was my savior.
Tell me about the yearning to find your
birth mother, and the moment you picked up the phone and make that call.
My favorite
quote that I wrote is, “I sleep to dream of a life that would be real,” and it’s
ironic because my dreams were indeed real. The experience I had since meeting
Antonello was frightening, awakening, sorrowful and life changing.
It was
January 23. After finding all the
information in the bank shortly after my adoptive mother died, and finally having
the name of my momma in Italy, Dominica Boffilo. I went on my computer and it took
me just 10 minutes before I found her phone number.
I dialed the
number. There was no answer. Maybe she is dead. Why was I doing this?
I remembered
my adoptive grandmother before she died said I had a brother and other siblings.
I looked them up and called three names ending in Boffilo.
Nothing. I was
going to give up but I said I'm this close. I dialed again and a man answered. I
said, “hello my name is Porziella and I'm looking for my mom Dominica.”
He said, “that's
my mom.” So I began to say, “then you’re my brother.” I felt nothing really. He said, “our mom is
in Milan with your other brother.”
Oh my!!! Now
I was shaking.
I called. A
man answered.. “Hello, I'm Porziella. Do you know me?”
I heard
crying. “Gianni,” he said, “its me it’s
me, little one. Wait let me put your
momma on the phone.”
She said, “Bella??
Porziella my daughter.”
I recalled
saying for the first time in my life, “MOMMA Momma”...
I cried,
dropped the phone, felt my heart would leave my chest.
I was alone
in the house. Alone but it's the way it should have been.
Then the
next day we shared photos.. we faxed.
Pia (right) with friend from Pisticci |
What was it like to finally meet your birth mother?
I think the first time I met my mom, it was the stairway to heaven actually. We walked up three flights of stairs and with each step, my heart kept pounding. She was at my brother Tommino's home. When she opened the door, I saw this woman who had my face and we just hugged and cried. All I wanted to do was put my ear to her heart and listen to her heart beating as I did when I was in her womb. When I did, I felt an inner peace.
You told me that your life has changed
since making this film. Tell me about your journey and the emotional
transformation you’ve undergone.
Actually it
started changing the day my adoptive mom died. I was finally free. I had no more
obligations. She always said I owed her my life because I was discarded, not
wanted .
I told my brother
Gianni after I met him, we are strangers, yes but not of the heart. I recall
this little boy. His eyes. My dreams, being carried on his back, playing with
his ears.
But I was
worried. I had a dream one night that my adoptive mom came back from the dead
and said, “Sorry these are all actors. They are not your family.” I cried. Why,
why do you want to destroy me!!!
Emotionally,
I was disappearing.. Now I was told to be happy. You are loved. Be proud of who
you are. But how? Who was I? I lost a life I should have had. Was I now
meant to show all of them love? I don't know what that is. To me, love is
respect, caring, putting yourself last..
accepting. I don't know. I had many
masks. I cried for months. How would I survive now without pain? I depended on
it. My masks are gone now. I learned to open my heart.. not
all the way but I'm getting there.
The film, “Montedoro”
helped me. It made me see Porziella for the first time. I had to rip the bandage
off my wounds. I had to be raw and feel pain again, and grow from weakness. I had to forgive, accept and realize that I am
Pia. I am my past. I am strong. I am kind. The film stripped me of all my
defenses. I looked at my scars. I looked at my body for the first time. I was
real. My momma made me. I'm pretty.
Antonello
showed me the path. He guided me. He knew my ghosts. He pulled out my pain. “Montedoro”
is my rebirth. Walking through Craco. Feeling the wind. The souls who are gone.
Looking around, I could hear me laughing as a child, playing in this beautiful
Craco. Happy, innocent, feeling love..
I left that
mountain. I cried the last day of shooting. I stayed behind. I felt my spirit.
I saw myself dancing away. I said goodbye to Porziella.
Pia with her birth mother in Craco |
My hopes for
my screenings are that people will open up their minds and hearts and maybe see
themselves in this film. It's spiritual. I hope I can help at least one person
to understand that we can choose to be good, kind, and not be a product of our
past. I have no fears. They can know of my molestations. They can look at my
breasts and maybe snicker.. Ooh bad Pia. I need the truth to be told because
the secrets destroyed me. The truth, finding my family and releasing all the
lies saved me. I survived.
What are your feelings about Craco and
Basilicata as a whole? Do you feel peace when you are there? Do you feel like
you are home? If so, how does that sense of “home” differ from “home” in the United
States?
My masks are
gone. Home is wherever I am. My heart is with Italy. My spirit is with my home
here in the USA. With that said, I truly am at home in Italy. I am more myself.
I can expose more of my Italian feeling.
I cook, I nap..:-) I fit in really well. I then need
my home here with my husband and children. I have been privileged now to go
back and forth. I spend six weeks in Italy every three months. I tried to get
to know my mom but I knew her only for three years before she passed away, but
that's another story.
I am humbled
by all the praise my movie has gotten. Would I have healed if not for Montedoro
or meeting Antonello and Adrianna? Maybe, but it's wonderful.
January 23,
2007.. what a lucky number . Hello my name is Porziella
March
2016.. Hello my name is Pia.
There are
really no words that can follow such powerful and intimate recollections. Montedoro is making its way through the world. If it is shown in your neck of the woods,
I strongly recommend you see it. For more information and to watch the
trailer.. visit Montedoro online.
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