It is not easy for me to write about my friend Marco Sermarini, especially not these days, without getting tears in my eyes. He is my hero. He really is! I don’t know anybody who is so faithful, so joyful, so tireless, and so full of life. Kazantzakis had his Zorba the Greek; Dreher has his Marco the Italian. When I first met…
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