Look, this is really very very very interesting. And especially in this very very very interesting time. And I must say, verily, there were never any ancestors. And that is, very, very, very, very sure.
"You need a proof?", kindly asked Jeheshua in a private discussion with one of his closest aquaintances - what happened next? T
hey brought up all the hammers, wood and nails to crucify the guy but the question remains: who actually made up that story from - they told me and I heard stuff gossip?
For whoever might have published these 'private' conversations of any of the 'Christs', that one, yeah, that one is going down. And badly now! That's sure as nailed to a cross anything can be. Imagine!
"Ahasuerus", mur-murred my feral shadow cat.
"Yes, madam", replied Ahasuerus from the pit of saints.
"It is time!", demanded the feral shadow cat and mur-murred again.
"Alright, madam", replied Ahasuerus as lazily as he ever could, "I'm ready. I'm steady. I'm going."
Then, there was a moment of silence.
Then, the mountain shook with trembling that has hit Cuba really badly recently.
But there was nothing else.
Nothing? Really?
A slight smile crossed the Ahasuerus's normally quite stony face.
And a crack appeared. A crack that slits the smile across and cuts the ages neck in half.
One half for yesterday.
One half for tomorrow.
And in between, our daily bread.
And other stories.