I have learnt how anger and hate go hand in hand. Because of my German decent I was subject to both physical/pycological abuse in England; as a obedient student in the franciscan order I was at the mercy of the persecutions of one of the masters (forbiden to contact my parents; I was stripped of my name; public insults; my post was opened…); in Italy where I studied I felt the dislike of the Italians for the English… . The result was that I could not face anything to do with England or enter a Church… . My life was determined by my hatred/anger… . Time did heal my wounds and now I can chose where I want to go or not. The result now is that I can really appreciate the suffering caused by discrimination. In a way my life is now determined by understanding. Everyday I am thankful for this gift.