Tell me, my child, are you between the rubble or did you go to heaven? Tell me what you have seen from life other than war and bombing, what is your sin, my child, to go in the first months of coming to life and what is the guilt of those soft hands to endure the stone above them, this is your blood or the blood of your mother who tried to protect you, but God’s destiny is to enter together to heaven, tell God with everything, my child.