My name is Alberto. I was born in Gaia, Portugal, 52 years ago. My family is from a humble background. My father was a fisherman and my mother sold what he caught.
When I was young, I was a good athlete. I trained every day on a dirt track and competed in footraces, and even went to the National Championships. My specialty was the 100 meters.
I was born into a Catholic family, but at the age of 12 I stopped going to Mass. I only went to funerals. I remember the visit of Pope John Paul II to Oporto, and seeing the images on television of his arrival by helicopter in Serra del Pilar. My mother was happy, but it didn’t interest me.