All letters from Father GeorgGianinias life is the best role modelDear friends! A young woman hastens along the street closely followed by a flock...Thorny road for CristinaDear friends, „Gooooal!“ Shouts and cheers, excited children spring to their feet and...A house of stoneDear friends, What would you like to become? The youngsters whom I asked this...Andrea straightens upDear friends! I let my hand rest lightly on Andrea’s shoulder. Her posture is...The "Street of the Living"Dear friends, the "Street of the Living": that is how I understood the name...Onu fights and winsDear frineds! Onu raises the trophy cup up high so that all can see...You are witnesses of the lightDear friends, every morning Cristina would already be waiting outside the Habakuk Social Centre...Looking for accommodationDear friends! The boy’s hand is spouting blood; half of his thumbnail has been...Bring back to lifeDear frineds, what had become of Andrea and Nicoleta? Every day, the sisters had...Against the hopelessnessDear friends! I will never forget that night in April which almost broke my...Greetings from the fire truck of ElijahDear frineds! „Do you have a clarinet which I could play while I am...Eine neue Schule der DankbarkeitLiebe Freunde! Mit eurer Großzügigkeit gebt Ihr vielen jungen Menschen die Möglichkeit, der Verwahrlosung...Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends! Victor hurries to his hut with a bundle of wood on his...Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends, Church service was hardly over when the altar candle had disappeared, and...Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends, someone is hammering on the door of our „House of the Raven“...Christmas Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends! Aurica is pulling an old wooden cart, filled with dirty clothes, behind...
Gianinias life is the best role modelDear friends! A young woman hastens along the street closely followed by a flock...Thorny road for CristinaDear friends, „Gooooal!“ Shouts and cheers, excited children spring to their feet and...A house of stoneDear friends, What would you like to become? The youngsters whom I asked this...Andrea straightens upDear friends! I let my hand rest lightly on Andrea’s shoulder. Her posture is...The "Street of the Living"Dear friends, the "Street of the Living": that is how I understood the name...Onu fights and winsDear frineds! Onu raises the trophy cup up high so that all can see...You are witnesses of the lightDear friends, every morning Cristina would already be waiting outside the Habakuk Social Centre...Looking for accommodationDear friends! The boy’s hand is spouting blood; half of his thumbnail has been...Bring back to lifeDear frineds, what had become of Andrea and Nicoleta? Every day, the sisters had...Against the hopelessnessDear friends! I will never forget that night in April which almost broke my...Greetings from the fire truck of ElijahDear frineds! „Do you have a clarinet which I could play while I am...Eine neue Schule der DankbarkeitLiebe Freunde! Mit eurer Großzügigkeit gebt Ihr vielen jungen Menschen die Möglichkeit, der Verwahrlosung...Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends! Victor hurries to his hut with a bundle of wood on his...Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends, Church service was hardly over when the altar candle had disappeared, and...Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends, someone is hammering on the door of our „House of the Raven“...Christmas Letter Father Georg Sporschill SJDear friends! Aurica is pulling an old wooden cart, filled with dirty clothes, behind...
