Once again, Ed was remembered, perhaps that's just how it is for him regarding the Church, something that has occupied his entire life only to be mercilessly abandoned one day.
"So, you were born in such... a place?"
The man thought for a moment and asked tentatively.
Lorenzo nodded, then continued.
"In the outskirts of Florence, a monastery built along the Tiber River. The nuns there were very kind and took us in, but later, to keep the monastery running, we were transferred to the Church headquarters. We thought it would be a pleasant life, after all. It was Florence and not that damned suburb."
He said, smiling self-deprecatingly.
"So what are you doing all this for? Redemption or confession?"
