I read in an email: Hard times were behind him. His lifelong dream had been ruined maliciously. A letter brought all the disappointment and anger back to the surface. We sat with him and could only endure everything with him. A real way of the cross. We had the impulse to go to a place of silence that we really appreciated. We set off on our way. Our friend sat down in the church and stayed there for a long time. Later, we had a conversation in a small bus shelter. Suddenly he said: "I'm happy again. It doesn't matter what happened. I am finally finding peace for my soul again. My God has given me a lot of love. I am richer than before." His eyes were shining again like they hadn't for a long time. The little bus shelter we were sitting in was a piece of heaven at that moment.
