Was my fault?

 I didn't die virgen in that life because want to be Saint, I don't know even how you know me, I understand you was my uncle, but we never met. In the maximum I would marry with another, so what have to complain. See at that time nobody in sane mind would start a journey alone the roads of Europe were full of dangers, of all kind and of the worse type, sound like a beggibing of a 📖 book.

Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim