Joanne Harris. Peaches for Monsieur Le cure (№ 286989)

But even such dark thoughts are not able to explain why my soul tormented by an unbearable sense of loss. I was in complete isolation, but I wanted my own, legitimate, tiny place in this world! But I confess to you, my father: even before that happened the last time, I never felt one of them. I never felt that this is my home, though I was born here. I was always distant from others something more than the vocation of a priest.