Brother Herbert

One of our new relatives is a lovely old man: Brother Herbert.
He is positive and enthusiastic about everything he sees, speaking clearly and positively and kindly about every subject we discussed. Over the course of a weekend, we found out a little of his life.
He was born a German Jew in Dresden, shortly after the first world war.
In 1938 he escaped from Germany and came to live in Britain, studying architecture in Bristol, then converting to Catholicism in a church not far from where Moonface and I live. He has worked to make life better for drug addicts and alcoholics, and now lives as one of only three Cistercian monks in a monastery and retreat near Bedford. He does like his Guinness.


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