Why I Left the Monastery – Miguel Carvajal

You and I have no doubt seen at one time or another a man dressed in a long black or white robe, walking along with his hands folded and with a serene expression on his face. Our first thought may have been that we were looking at a “ god, dressed like a man,” to use a common expression in some circles. Actually, it was a Roman Catholic priest, a figure shrouded in mystery.