Let me tell you a story. Not the whole story, but only the start of it. It didn’t happen that lon...

Let me tell you a story. Not the whole story, but only the start of it. It didn’t happen that long ago. Only a few years back, actually, in the rainy streets of a South American metropolis. In a small orphanage there lived a child of no ordinary past and an even less ordinary future. As per usual, the orphanage was owned by the Catholic church. Father Beto, a middle-aged priest, was in charge of it, but it was actually Sister Lourdes who would take care of the day-by-day activities, with partic