I Counted...

To be precise, I overstayed 100 days today at Collegio San Paolo and I counted every day 1,2,3… and I have not passed through 30 people I know by name of the 200 odd priests living at San Paolo. It is simple; a juxtaposition of Babel. People existing in the cells and moving around the earth. I consider Paolinis determined to have their own way, except the refectory when the door is opened for the poor missionaries to be fed. Look, what I mean: I did not know my next door mate until I met him the other day in the Autobus and found out that he lives in Collegio San Paolo, worst, the room next to me. Is it my fault that I did not know him…?

A Disaster...

In a new place to new people, to a new culture in new language - has been always a blocca for a real communication. Look at what I did this morning. I phoned up to the Parish Priest at Cassine where I was to spend my Christmas. I imagined to have informed him of my programme at his place and I thought I did it well until he asked me a single question and my reply was classical - ‘Grazie’. Unfortunately he was asking me ‘how long will you be able to stay with us’? To which I anticipated as welcoming me to his parish and said ‘Grazie’. Little attention and patience could have saved me from this disaster. In any case, I will be meeting him on 20th December. It is the way of a pilgrim… follow him.

Friends,

I shall soon see you in this part of the world. I just have created it. I am wondering what to say or do with it. I don't really know now where to begin. That's also the case of many. Many a situation we face like this. Not really knowing what to do next. What I should be really doing now. So, having called you, I forgot what to say. May be I shall remember one day to tell you bit by bit why I call in to say...

Isaac Honsan