Having been to the Sagrada, and to Catholic Church with Dora, makes me think of our church at home

Mum, Dad and I used to be regular worshippers at Saint Paul's Cathedral, the leading Lutheran church in Odesa, we were members of the congregation, and I was, as a child, a member of the choir with Mum. It was a way to be integrated with the people of our adopted home, Odesa, to get involved in a congregation of Lutherans like us (Augsburg Confession). We dressed the part, but there were days we went in our Slovak German national dress, which I adored.

I admit since the war, although I do pray daily, I haven't sought out an Augsburg Confession church here in Barcelona, I am not even sure if there is one, it seems so fiercely Catholic, even though church goer numbers aren't what they used to be. Dora loves to go to church, but she hasn't been since we went at Easter. This probably because she is wrapped up in Javier most weekends.

I know congregating with like-minded souls for the purpose of building each other up by fellowship would be an essential part of my worship, but I have my Holy Bible, and my Lutheran discourses which I do sit and ponder at times, probably not enough though. Going to Berlin to collect Mum might be a time when she takes me to church before we get the second part of the journey to Lviv completed next week.

I do miss church, it has always helped me balance myself. Putin is instrumental in this detachment of purpose I feel, and my autism and PTSD are contributing factors too I guess.