Who am I? Why am I? Questions that are either inane or beyond our comprehension, often simultaneously. The inane part: A 37y-old man living in Uppsala, Sweden. Short, nearsighted and without a ball-sense. Social awkward. Brilliant in most school-subjects.
When the recruiting drive to get the 14-year-olds to read and take the first communion, my answer was a flat No. No time to consider needed. Remorse afterwards; Non-existent.
My sister where in her open-mindset at the time (ie her time four years earlier) and did all the reading and "teaching" and then blankly refused to take the communion, and during a two hour phone call with the priest where she could unleash all her pent-up logic left her even more convinced and one confused priest who apparently found her compsure somtimes later.
I make a break here, I cannot retell the story of the death of my parents right now,
I need to think it properly through first