Priest

I read about a priest in Portugal who said he was the messiah. Even more so, he called himself the messiah Messiah. Later I met him and interviewed him.
     He was old, and all his life the villagers from the town where he was born had believed in him. But the church had made his life miserable. To support the villagers he had tried to sell a large quantity of alcohol, but for a long time the church had withheld the permits.
     His life was a chain of disappointments and opposition. I decided to write a story about him.

Utrecht, Thursday 27 May 2010