His house, in Pressano, near Trento in Italy, is like a mansion: a carved stone portal leads the visitor into a large internal courtyard. From there a solid dark marble staircase leads you into a large hall. Balconies and terraces Continue reading →
“I think I am the only one in the whole Institute who does not have to think of the work to be done tomorrow! My days are spent in the company of my African brothers; I talk to them of Continue reading →
He was born in 1899 in a small village in the region of Brescia, Northern Italy. Feeling the Lord was calling him to the mission, he insistently asked to join the Comboni Missionaries. He entered the novitiate in Venegono Superiore Continue reading →
“I am a farmer by profession, self-educated for anything else”. With this candid statement, John Giori, a native of Sacco di Rovereto, near Trent in Northern Italy, used to introduce himself. John decided to enter the Institute founded by Comboni Continue reading →
As the old jeep moves swiftly along the narrow, dirt road through the forests of the Amazon, the sunlight streams down through the thick undergrowth and the eyes of the curious follow the movement of the car.
Sister Liliana Rivetta was born on November 15th 1943 in Gavardo, in the Province of Brescia, Northern Italy. Times were hard in the post-war years in Italy. Although she did well at her lessons, Liliana was a somewhat disinterested Continue reading →
Tension and insecurity in the region of Karamoja, North-eastern Uganda, was rife. Well-armed warriors were taking advantage of the lack of security personnel on the ground to wreak havoc by raiding cattle belonging to neighbouring ethnic groups. It was in Continue reading →
On a hot and humid afternoon in late August 1992 TAP Flight 836 touched down exactly on time at Leonardo da Vinci International Airport in Rome. In the hold was a large casket carrying the bullet-ridden body of Comboni Missionary Continue reading →
He was found lying face down in the grass. His arms and hands were crossed to support his head. He had been shot through the back with two bullets. Beneath him, the ground was still moist with his blood. There Continue reading →
