I can't quite remember the year—you'll find that out for yourselves. Mariangela had just returned from her first (or maybe second) pilgrimage to Lourdes. We were in her garden on an afternoon. Chicca was asleep in her stroller, and Mariangela, her heart full of that profound experience, asked herself and asked us how we could let it end, how we could stay in touch with the friends who had lived through it with her or followed from afar. But there was more. She felt—in a confused way, and we felt it too, caught up in her vision—that something different, something entirely new had to be born from that first encounter.
So what to choose? A letter? No, too modest. A periodic letter? It felt sad, like something an alumni association would do. A magazine? Too much. Who would write it, edit it, publish it? Too ambitious. A dream.
But what about something like a "newsletter"? Something cheap to produce, free of bureaucratic hassle, that could reach people's homes and hearts with the great new message: "Our children are cherished. If we stay TOGETHER, we will know how to show it"?