I discovered Fede e Luce through my cousin Francesca, who thought of Ernesto, my autistic brother—though I don't think of him that way. He's nearly forty now, a man. He can dress himself, sing, shout. He's calmer where he is now, in a group home. I hate that he had to leave, leave his own room, leave the friends he knew. When I see him he lists people from when he was in Rome. But he's improved in the meantime. I don't know if he'll stay there forever.
Fede e Luce is very important to me, and I'm attached to everyone I know there, from the first member to the last. It's good for my mother and me too.
I've gone to many churches, starting at Villa Patrizi, where I know some people: Roberta, Emma, Enrica, Maria Agnese, Emiliano, Franco, Giovanni, and others. I found the Bishop very friendly—he answered every question, about the kilometers of the trip to Holland and the 007 car chase. Sometimes I feel awkward talking to a priest.
I feel at home with them. They're nice people. Fede e Luce matters so much to everyone who comes. It helps you connect, share ideas with whoever visits. It helps us improve how we relate to each other, helps us be together and support one another.