“I can see the future. For my sins I cannot change it!”
Pietro Amatore
Rome, 15 September 1635
For over two weeks he had been coming to the church. I watched him walk in, with strong, purposeful steps, and yet he was clearly carrying a great weight. He would hold a stick but not use it to walk. He would always take a bench at the back of the congregation, and would sit, motionless, staring at the floor for hours. Then finally at the end of the day, he would stand, but struggling to his feet, grasping at his stick, like an o. . .
Pietro Amatore
Rome, 15 September 1635
For over two weeks he had been coming to the church. I watched him walk in, with strong, purposeful steps, and yet he was clearly carrying a great weight. He would hold a stick but not use it to walk. He would always take a bench at the back of the congregation, and would sit, motionless, staring at the floor for hours. Then finally at the end of the day, he would stand, but struggling to his feet, grasping at his stick, like an o. . .
