Yesterday eating with friends in the English school, I was defending the "no" to abortion against five women. Inconvenient position.
"Would you prefer that a child born drug-addicted parents and living under a bridge?", I snapped one of them. Moving on, another said she wants to be crossed out of the Church but do not let him. And second, that more than half of the Popes had been homosexuals, who had said his friend. I did not know whether to laugh or mourn.
So today I return to my corner to express my puzzlement. This lack of intellectual rigor and common sense brought to mind dark omens.
I have to learn to cook a paella before it is too late.
