The man had been all that time in the woods. If there are any woods

in Galilee. He came out and saw John the Baptist. And John

said: this is the anointed one. “ The One whose shoelaces I’m not worth

to touch up ( something along those lines. Although, back then…people

used sandals. Go figure ) and Jesus came…was baptized as we all

know…a white ( why white ? dove ) hovering above him. You know the

story. And our man got into a huge mess. Huge. People still talk about it.

He gave endless speeches…worked miracles….starting with converting

water into wine…till healing the blind and resuscitating the dead. He

was good. He spoke in a way that was riddled in mystery. Some would

scratch their heads. Others would simply forget about it. It had been a

good show. Mostly done in the early evening hours. When all fishermen

were done with their work. Just before dinner time. That man Jesus…

looked kind of sad. He looked as if he was thinking too much all the

time. He was a slender young man. 1.75 meters tall. Weighed 55 Kilos.

Jet black hair. Broad shoulders. Handsome. Aquiline nose. Long fine

hands. Clean toenails. Soft voice. Very articulate. Women wanted all

to lay with him. He had a girlfriend. His name was Magdalene.

Beautiful. Kind of dark brown skin. Brown dark eyes. Curly hair.

Long arms. Long fingers. Suitable to caress a man to madness.

She and Jesus were destined to each other. The bond was to be broken

only by dead. And dead happened.

EO