Venice, Italy
There is a story here. I was on the vaporetto to Burano. In front of me was a non-Italian family of 4 adults and one child all signing, not speaking. This kindly Italian priest came up from the back and introduced himself in sign and he joined them for a conversation. He was so animated in his talk with the adults and attentive to the little girl, he pulled out a colorful rosary and gave it to her. They ended up exchanging what I presume was emails and hugs. Human nature at its best.
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