In a quiet Franciscan monastery kind and silent monks looked after me. After many weeks I was discharged. Unfit for further service.

How happy I am to go to the front at last. To do my bit. To prove with my life what I think I feel.

We revolutionaries acknowledge the right to revolution when we see that the situation is no longer tolerable, that it has become a frozen. Then we have the right to overthrow it.

Slogans which deafened us so that we could not hear the truth.

And suddenly, like light in darkness, the real truth broke in upon me; the simple fact of Man, which I had forgotten, which had lain deep buried and out of sight; the idea of community, of unity.

I saw the dead without really seeing them.

The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people.