THE WANDERING CHRISTIAN

Dear Father,—Since two years I am going astray like the wandering Jew, from one country to the other one.
Immediately in the beginning of the war, it was the first Friday of September, I must flee from Rybnik and leave our new beautiful Convent Regina Apostolorum, Upper Silesia, and
betake myself to the sorrowful exile, by motor-cycle 2,000 klms. till the frontier of Rumania. Here I found a good shelter and refuge in the Convent of the English Ladies in Crajowa. But after one year I must leave the comfortable House of St. Mary's and flee further tra Turkey.
From Constantinople I travelled with my Upper Silesians, insurgents as myself, through the mountains of the terrible Taurus in Asia Minor, and then I came in the city of Tarsus, the birthplace of St. Paul. A small and poor sanctuary, belonging to
the Capuchins of Mersina, is there. Nobody could tell me where was staying the home of this greatest missionary.
In Mersina, a small harbour of the Medit. Sea. I took a rest. A very :lice new church of the Syrian Capuchines, a big convent, but only one Father is there, a very good priest, very poor, but hospitable for us all, the poorest refugees.
The first Friday of September I celebrated in this church, we sang our Polish pretty songs, it was really it remembering of our home services in Upper Silesia.
FAMAGUSTA HAS 365 CATHOLIC Cl IURCH FS From the little harbour of Mersina I sailed to the island of Cyprus, really a paradise of never-ending interest. The first town I have seen was Famagusta, 300 years ago famous by her royal palaces and her 365 Catholic churches.
One year I was staying in Kyrenia, the home of Simon Cyrenensis who helped to bear the Cross of Our Saviour. Near Famagusta is Salamis, the birthplace of St. Barnabas, who had accompanied Sts Paul on his first mission journey to Papphos, the residence of the Roman governor Paulus. There (in Cyprus) I was during one year the parish priest for the Polish refugees, for English Catholics, for Maronites and Greeks. Even a Chinese lady from Hongkong was belonging to my church, It was a wonderful life and a very happy working in Cyprus.
THLS TIME TO THE HOLY LAND But after one year I must start again my pilgrination, and this time to the Holy Land. I am so thankful to my Lord, He has allowed me to visit the blessed home country and to see the venerable places, hallowed by the presence of our Saviour and His most Blessed Mother.
I have seen the birth grotte ia Bethlehem, the place of the Magnificat in Ain Karim, Calvary and the Holy Sepulcre outside the walls of Jerusalem, Naeareth with the house and the workshop of St. Joseph; I ascended the Mount Tabor, I have been in Tiberias and there I visited the Holy Places both the Hill of the Eight Benedictions and the valley of Loaves and Fishes, where the Benedictine Friars have begun with very interesting excavations of an ancient Christian church. Wonderful mosaics and paintings!
My last Mass in Palestine I celebrated in Haifa, in the Carmel Convent, in the Cave of the prophet Elias. From the green Carmel I must quickly go to Tel Aviw, the new Jewish city near Jaffa, from where all the Polish refugees travelled to Suez, and then fuither to Durban, South Africa, and immediately with the railway to Northern Rhodesia, a British colony, very interesting for an ethnologist and biologist.
Here at Livingstone I am director of the Polish Gymnasium, and professor of Biology. The good Irish Capuchine Friars received me hospitably in their mission station near the town. I am teaching in the school, but without salary.
Livingstone, Catholic Mission, Northern Rhodesia, Africa.