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Hello there... My name is David, and now I'm about to tell you a story, a loooong story, made a bit short.. This story is about how the Barzini family were made, so lean back and follow carefully;
1000 years back: In Spain, Girona.
My great, great, great and probably very much greater grandfather was the king in a region of Spain, so as you might understand, Barzini is orginally a Spanish family, under the name; Montgri. Pablo Montgri de L'Estertit was the name of the king, owning the great "Castel de Montgri", but, let's not get too into it.
My point starts 100 years ago, when my great grandfather was the price, and leader of the warriors. He was fighting alot back in the Spanish small village wars, and in one of them got killed. My grandfather was at that time just a young man, but strong enough to lead himself, so he recovered and made a small living, with his wife; Berina. And after a couple of years my father was born, under the name Aldo. My grandfather died, and Berina wasn't strong enough to stay, so she left Spain and moved to Italy, Sicily... With Aldo. She changed the family name and tried to live a silent and undercover life, under the most desired name; Barzini.
Back at those times the mafia was huge going on and Aldo started working for a friend of him, Al. Al knew alot people that could make them rich, agaist some hard work of course... So Aldo and Al met a guy called Luca Clemente and his friend; Miquel Fabrega, which of a lucky accation was a spannish mafia. Aldo tried to get as close to Miquel as he could, and fast climbed the ladder of the Mafioso. So after a good while when Aldo Barzini di Sicily was grown up to take his own decisions he decided to make his own mafia family, with Al on his right hand, Luca and Miquel as his advisors and hired a great couple of guys to help him, in change of some money of course. As mafia boss he needed a wife, beautiful Aria. When he got his first child he wasn't too excited, a girl; little Jesse, and after a couple of years he tried his luck and got, me. From now I can remember just about everything myself.
The years that past and the years that flew.. My father and Al were learning me how to think like a Don, and act like a mobster.
I was told those words; "Son, always remember... Think like a Don, act like a mobster!.
From what I remember now, my dad got killed and I moved to a place called United States of Argonath, Los Santos. After just a month or so, I were threw back to Sicily to be in jail for 3 weeks, and came back with a warm puff, working for Don Daniel Corleone, which also helped me re-build and re-locate.
I tried a couple of things, but after 2 years of no success I decided to move, to Liberty City, the land of oppurtunities.
And here I am today, waiting for the story to continue, re-building...
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