Soon, when Heino gets his documents from the state, he willbegin a new life. He has been officially dead eight years. Until a few weeksago, he hadn’t seen his daughter in twenty. He loved the bottle. TheMissionaries of Charity, Order of Mother Teresa, took him in. “How didthey choose you?” I ask, taking note of thirty other men dressed in rags,eating soup at two long tables. “Thesisters say God chose me. They say God chooses the people in this...
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