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Orientalism

was a long time I wanted to read it and found it by accident in the library of the convent of İstanbul. I It seemed the right time to read the "Journal of a " a few weeks since I entered the novitiate in the city proper where Angelo Roncalli was the Apostolic Vicar. Meeting, so a presence here in Turkey - that of Pope John - who in a unique way is accompanying my vocational journey. In the end "all" is started in an association that bears his name, John XXIII. And if an important stage of my journey was Taize, it was Cardinal Roncalli, the nuncio in Paris, the French monastic community to define a "small spring", cleared through customs, so this ecumenical experience of the Church of Rome (and, en passant that, it was a monaco here to recommend reading this book.) The postulant, I went on to Bergamo, the birthplace of Angelo Roncalli. Now İstanbul ...

the first references to the Turks are the future pope, in his paper, well before the assignment as vicar apostolic. Angelo Roncalli is when writing seminar in Bergamo, the Ottoman Empire is still standing, the young seminarian and the Turks are no more or less synonymous with the Third World from the heart of darkness:

[182] L ' human soul is of infinite value because it costs the blood of a God Laon the soul of a savage, a Turkish, is more precious than all the riches of the world.
[243] O buon Signore, anch'io all'inferno, anch'io? İl povero ignorante in paradiso, il turco, il selvaggio; ed io, chiamato alla prima ora, cresciuto al vostro seno, io all'inferno tra i demoni?

Diventato prete, alcuni anni dopo, va in pellegrinaggio in Terra Santa. Di certo l'esperienza non migliora la sua opinione sugli ottomani:

[480] Ma siamo sotto il governo turco, non dimentichiamocene mai, e il governo turco conosce le estorsioni, le ingiustizie incredibili, ma di strade non se ne intende.

Nel 1935, al posto dell'impero c'è la repubblica, Roncalli è rappresentante pontificio in Turchia e Atatürk ha appena cominciato il processe di laicizzazione del paese (proibendo, tra l'altro, gli abiti religiosi). Ecco il commento del futuro papa:

[727 - in nota] İo certo mi attristo davanti al lento ma fatale cadare di molte cose che erano bardatura del cattolicismo e del nazionalismo d'altri tempi. Forse mi sono riservati tempi brutti e situazioni penose. Ma io non cesso di guardare alto e in avanti.

E sette anni più tardi:

Non sarei giusto nè completo nelle mie informazioni se non dicessi che di fatto anche tra le angustie della legislazione attuale si può fare ancora molto bene, e con la grazia di Dio se ne fa [...]. Nelle mie preghiere il pensiero è tornato frequente alla Turchia che oggi celebrates its national day, and enter the twentieth year of its creation in the republic. I like to repeat what I feel in my heart. I love this country and its people. About the substance and the degree of their civilization they delude themselves: the external side dazzle them: they have the wrong door. There may be civilization's real name with the absolute secularism? Nevertheless, they are worthy of respect for the efforts they make. We must sing the Benedictus and invoked as a wish for them. But above all, insist on the last verse.

Meanwhile apply to the study of turkish, apparently - and consolation to those who desperately want to learn it-with little success. Roncalli took her on as ascetic practice, and this might be an idea for novices and Dominican students in search of mortification:

[741] I do special purpose, such exercise of mortification, the study of the Turkish language. Learn so every little after five years of stay in İstanbul, is a disgrace and show little understanding of the scope of my mission, if there were no grounds to justify and excuse.

These, however, are the latest notes on Turkey:

[743] From the window of my room here at the Jesuit Fathers, I see every night a crowd of boats on the Bosphorus; sticking to tens, hundreds from Golden Horn, will meet in an agreed place, and then turn on, some more lively than others, forming a phantasmagoria of colors and lights impressive. I thought it was a party on the sea for Bairam falling in recent days. Instead it is the organized fishing of skipjack, dşce heavy weights that come from distant points of the Black Sea These lights all night long, and you can hear the joyful voices of the fishermen.
The show moves me. Last night about one o'clock it was raining heavily, but the fishermen were there, fearless, rude in their effort.
Oh, what a mess for me, for us priests, "piscatores hominum" in front of this examples! Turning to the figure figured, oh, what vision of work, zeal, apostolic brought to our business! The kingdom del Signore Gesù Cristo resta qui ben poca cosa. Reliquie e semi. Ma quante anime da conquistare a Cristo, vaganti in questo mare dell'islamismo, dell'ebraismo, della ortodossia! İmitare i pescatori del Bosforo, lavorare giorno e notte con le fiaccole accese, ciascuno sulla sua piccola barca, all'ordine dei capi spirituali: ecco il nostro grave e sacro dovere.