During a trip to Italy (Rome to be precise) in 1978, a man named Manuel lost his passport. Another man, whose name I'm trying to figure out, found (or stole?) the passport, took on Manuel's identity, and travelled to Sweden. That man is my father. In Stockholm he met my mother and eventually applied for residency.
When his application was declined, he decided to go back to Italy. He left my mother an address, where she would be able to reach him (the address leads to a hotel), two photographs and a gold chain. And me, apparently.
When my mother discover that she was pregnant, she tried to get ahold of the man she had gotten to know as Manuel. An investigation concerning the paternity began, but ended many years later because lack of information. It was determined that the man who owned the passport; the real Manuel, wasn't the man that my mother met.
When I was two years old, my mother had moved back to Dalarna, and my uncle had subletted her apartment. My father called, and the man who rented the apartment at the time answered. I don't know what they said other than that my mother had moved, but I sometimes think about it, that perhaps he told my father about my existance. I imagine him out there, somewhere in the world, thinking about me, unable to find me. Now that I have a child me my own, it feels important to, at least try to find him.
Please, help me find my father! If you recognize him, or the other people in the picture, send me a message here or to my e-mail. If you want to help with the translations, let me know. He's probably not living in Sweden and therefore I need to reach out to as many countries as possible!
(Thank you Erika for the translation!)
