The church was packed to the brim. By the time the service had started it was already eight o'clock. There was something magical in the somber atmosphere that was settling in under the arched marble vaults, that domineered three stories high above our heads. You do try, I suppose, to find peace of mind and easiness when moving around, doing your stuff, but it's so hard to find any equilibrium when you're so often pecked at by the thought that the kids in this town learn in an abandoned barn, ...