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…?