He finally
reached it, he steps on the granite polished stone stairs and entered
the church. The great hall was lit by candle light. The queue
separated in two. The angel in front of him moved to the right so he
moved to the right. The order was in place and he couldn't escape it
as if it was part of it. The sensation was coming back easily now
that he was inside. He walked to the basin of holy water, there was
an image of Christ over it, as if he was going to observe if he was
doing it right. He took his hands out of his sleeves and pushed them
to his elbow then dipped the index and middle fingers of his right
hand in the basin, the water was cold, it had probably been waiting
for someone for a long time. He pressed the wet fingers on his
forehead bending his head in front of the Christ's picture, lowered
his hand to the middle of his chest, placed it to his left shoulder
then to his right to finish the sign of the cross before stepping
away to let the angel behind him do it too. Two angels were framing
the passage on his left, presenting the new comers with heavy bibles
covered with red leather. He took one has he passed near them. He
wanted to say thank you but he knew he shouldn't so he continued to
walk. The walls were tall and the windows high, covered with stained
glasses representing the life and dead and rebirth of the Christ. He
was in Jesus' church and he could feel in deep inside of his bones.
God was present in here even if he couldn't really see him. He walked
to the first row with a free sit. It was not the kind of place where
you could keep a sit for your friend, not that he had any coming here
today. Here everybody was equal under the watch of god and he needed
to love everybody the same too. He felt that at least this was an
easy part, he just didn't care about anyone in this room.
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