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December 24, 1943

Christmas Eve, but this is no Christmas for me, just immense sadness. Yesterday I told Agostino to come see me in Munich and to bring a bag with him. Agostino arrived punctually. I take him with me along the road I used to walk when I worked for the produce merchant. On this road there are many shopkeepers to whom I gave bags of apples, pears, onion and whatnot. I’ve learned a few words of German so I tell these shopkeepers that tomorrow is Christmas and my friend doesn’t even have any bread to eat. So the shopkeepers give him white bread rolls, which are a treasure for Agostino. After walking the entire distance of three kilometers, Agostino’s bag is brimming with all of God’s bounties.

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