35. Report 11/1/22 - Priestly force

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There are more Christian institutions in this area again. At a higher secondary school run by Catholic nuns, I am sent back a little way to a priest convent to find a shelter.

Once there, I notice a lot of padlocks on doors and gates. But it looks cozy. And since no one is there yet, I decide to wait a bit. 

A few minutes later someone comes. The pastor. He makes a very warm and open impression. Yes, he could offer me a place to sleep.

Inside the parsonage, he takes good care of me. He is here alone; his parish doesn't have that many families. A nice, trusting relationship quickly develops. 

While I can take a hot shower, he takes care of ordering dinner. He even gives some wine - I feel great!


Well - it becomes a glass of holy mass wine  that we enjoy in his bedroom. He says we can sleep in bed together later. The already strong wine tastes even more fiery - I have a suspicion.

The familiar atmosphere continues to develop as we eat. There's a lot to laugh about. At a suitable moment I explain to him that I am married and hope not to disappoint him somehow. 

He gladly accepts the offer to explain a few little magic tricks to him - and learns them quickly. Suddenly he gets up - it is now time to sleep. He leads me back into the bedroom.

In front of the bed, which is about 1.20 meters wide, I consider whether I am a bit too uptight and could at least do him the favor of lying next to him at a minimum distance. But no - my related experiences have all been very stressful. 

I give him a nice but determined look and say that sleeping together in his bed is not possible. I'll sleep on my mat outside in the anteroom. Then he grabs me by both arms, pushes me back and swears that everything is fine.

Again I stand in front of his bed. Thank goodness I can laugh about it. I repeat my words a little differently. But then he locks the bedroom door from the inside and suddenly I feel a surprising force with which he pushes me even closer to the bed. 

An orange alarm lamp burns inside me. If he pushes me onto the bed now, I'll fight.

Maybe he noticed something. Not rude, but unmistakably sharp, I tell him I'm going to sleep outside.

That's enough.

The next morning, shortly after four, he wakes me up as agreed. It's time to leave. No one in the parish should know that the pastor had a visitor overnight.

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