A forgotten history

Well, these days I am working on a translation of a book into Italian. Actually it's several months, I underestimated the time I would have needed to complete this task, but this is another story.
I didn't know anything about the history of Unitarianism before, mainly because at school this part of the history has been carefully cut out of the books you keep in your backpack. 
I am amazed by the persistence of these men and women who lost everything more than once thanks to lack of tolerance, to bigotism, to an insane sense of superiority whose meaning I still can't understand even if I have translated more than 190 pages by now.
If you ask me about my relation with religion in my life, I can say I've always been a stray dog, and maybe I still am. I never liked boundaries, cages, labels, ready-made concepts and prayers that ask me to turn my brain off and just obey and/or repeat.
I always say I prefer spirituality, because it's a personal research and not something you are taught and you have to reproduce in the same form you have received it.
I left the Catholic Christianity because every time I entered a church I have been told that God has mercy on me but I make him get angry because I am a faulty creature who has to pay for the sin committed by a couple of guys I'm not even certain have really existed - provided theirs has really be a sin. Well, couldn't he have created me in a better version? I firmly believe that God created each one of us exactly as we are because this is the best version we could have been created in.
This is the reason why I refused to have my girls baptized (my mum still didn't forgive this offence): I don't think they have to be cleaned from anything. One of them has been about to die once, her doctors told me that there was probably nothing to do for her. And I asked the friar to go away and let my girl alone: if his God wasn't ready to accept my girl because "her sins" (which ones? She was 17 months old, damn, she could barely call mum and eat using a spoon) haven't been "washed", well, he could well have kept that kind of God for himself and going on living in fear and in self-despise.

Yes, reading this book I understand I would have probably been burned at the stake.