This is not a fictional tale. This story is based on what had actually happened to Antonio, the remarks he is saying included.
1936, a time of turmoil in Europe, somewhere on the ocean...
Wahoo! Look at me, I'm on a boat! My name is Antonio Provencher. I am a priest. If you were told that at the time only the Nazi Party didn't like Jews, this statement is false, as I do not like them either.
I am on a world tour. I am Justin's great-uncle or something like that, many generations back. I have been visiting from Japan to Panama and all around the world. I have remarked that there is a big difference in the level of the water between the Pacific and the Atlantic ocean.
14 years later, in 1950
Time for another trip! This time, I am going to the Vatican city, in Rome, for the holy year, with many other Canadians.
Well, here I am. Isn't this beautiful and marvellous? Rome, where all roads lead.
Woohoo! Can you recognize me from down there?
Sadly, when coming back from his fabulous trip, his plane crashed down onto mount Obiou, on November 13th, 1950, around 4:45 p.m. All 51 passengers and crew members were killed instantly.