I remember I remember Papa Luciani
I ... yes eleven and a half. Of popes and Vatican I was never interested much. My parents sent him to church, because "it did so" My mother was and is a believer and practitioner (although I struggle to understand what it means for her) while my father as a good communist did not understand the meaning and hunt on the church abuse DC and whenever there was occasion. Well, I mean, Paul VI had died. Never mind: the gray, the flatness ... the church in its conception "oldest" (ie, old). Nothing particularly interesting: a little 'as usual, frequent elections. But then ... the conclave. My first conclave. I was on vacation in the mountains of Piedmont, including a task for the holidays and an afternoon in my first games room, among all those computers that have captivated me. And here's the new Pope Mom, but this Pope is smiling. Everyone says, is a different Pope. It 's a good new Pope (also because the other, who had known him?). How nice to hear about the Pope It 's a good person. He speaks in plain language, makes you feel good even children. He says so many beautiful things, many good things. He would also disrupt the IOR and the intrigues of the church (understood in a negative sense), in addition to latinorum, I would have understood only many years later that summer but I was really pleased. For the first time the church "had a meaning, a reason to exist." Ma .. how? E 'dead? But how may be dead? After all ... a month? No. .. Already are a fan of Taurus, and lasted just beautiful things I mean. They poisoned him "they said. They made it out. Boh. The short and smiling parable of Albino Luciani was something I went straight to the heart, that beginning in autumn 1978. I remember JoinMe
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