Autobiography (complete)

When I was a boy, under the spell of religiosity, I sometimes thought I would grow up to be a friar. I would have a hidden grotto in a private garden where I would stroll in my cassock, conversing with friendly nature, calling everything "brother" and "sister", just like St. Francis. All would know me for my compassion towards children and animals.

Now, I walk by dying birds and quickly turn newspaper pages with their pictures of the orphans of war.