The best part of my puberty (from the 11th to the 17th) I spent in a diocesan seminary. Just what I needed without such a profitable closure, I was urged by the many Spanish people who had had the same idea to eat me the world and I chose to emigrate to Germany when I had six million emigrants across Europe, and more than 4,000 in the city where I had been welcomed by Clement (Kassel) who had been demolished and rebuilt during the Second World War. The Catholic Church, always so concerned about the spiritual well-being of her children, did not hesitate to get a deal with her homonym and another German service that established me as a church where the Spanish emigrants could have access as the capital.