Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundspeople. And if this is true, where can poor Dom Simongo? It’s not enough the prison but I had to go in hell forthe fault of that person, that my Jesuit teacher, who wasmerciful opened the doors of the paradise to him andclosed to my friends and me. What a problem! CourageDom Simoni I said to myself- while opening the homedoor that looked like a paradise- just courage!First of all you are not dead. Secondly God is greatand full of authority and can’t do such mistakes. At theend he has given us a mouth to speak. So trying to calmmyself I fall down in my strong bed. And I dreamedthat I was dead. The dream I told you above.And now, where can I go? I asked myself even whenI was awake. Suddenly I remind the words of Saint Peterthat told Christ: I have nowhere to go, far away ofyou! Only you have unlimited life!138