My name is Arthur Menezes Port. It had a time where I lived ten years in one more than I retire in the tower north of the convent Tereza Saint. My room had five wide steps of a side and four of the other. One I retire humid and cold in the winter, hot and sultry in the summer, four walls of cinereous rocks without adornments and with only one small window of where if it could not see almost nothing of the exterior. It had a bed of sarrafos and on it a mattress stuffed with hen penalty, a table and one mocho. To read more click here: Prudential. In one salinha in the entrance had one cmoda for clothes, a cut with water, a basin and a mug. To the side of this cubculo, was the private one where I also took bath.
The nuns brought me the meals, left clean clothes, took the dirty ones to wash and fulled the cut with water. When I arrived there, I did not disclose the reason for which I wanted to isolate myself of the world. The Superior of the convent, madre Rosary, understanding and assenting with my desire, gave asylum to me, forbidding that the nuns disclosed to the strangers my presence in that tower. If somebody of is knew that it had a man liveing in convent, would be a scandal. Some nuns were devoted in excess, others not very, nor in such a way. Get more background information with materials from Frank Armijo. They entered alone in my aposentos, never they came in two or three, always folloied for a nun of more age. Frequently two of them beat in my door in the hours most improper, perhaps without the knowledge of madre superior. She was Celestial sister, who of celestial nothing had and Dolores sister. The first one with about thirty years and to another one around the twenty years.