Memoirs [antikvár]

Preface When you have passed your sixtieth year, it is time to write your memoirs, should you have something you want to say to the world. In my own case, the destinies of my country and its Church prompt me to take up the pen. 1 cannot be a laudator temporis acti, praising the past like other, happier people. Suffering and imposed passivity occupy a greater part of my memories than the years spent in activity. In a dark period of my life I sat in wretchedness, like Job during his tribulations. Therefore I shall not be able to speak merely of edifying and joyful things. I must tell about life as it is, filled with suffering and grace. In short, I must speak of reality. During my imprisonment a movie called The Prisoner was made. Bridget Roland is the author of the script; the lead was played by Alec Guiness, who has since been granted the grace of faith. The story oiThe Prisoner is as follows: A cardinal, who is approximately as tall as I am and still in full possession of his strength, is arrested after divine services by policemen dressed in civilian clothes. The arrested man is led away, still in his vestments. His cell is a tiny room in an old castle. But it in no way resembles my cell. Only the barred windows and the peephole in the door remind me of that. But in the movie we have a glimpse of a