The sun was high in the sky when Nahum appeared at the curve of the road, walking slowly, his face red and sweaty.
His feet were already callused from walking and showed laxity and exhaustion in the slow steps.
The worn straw hat covered his head.
The dry, thirsty lips moved from time to time.
The eyes looked at the sandy path ahead. I was already at the foot of the mountain.
It was there that Nahum saw the cross.
It was a huge worked wooden cross.
She was lying on the sand and a man rested beside her. Ragged. The body covered with wounds. Long, dirty hair. Old sandals were at his feet.
Naum stopped suspiciously.
Little by little, however, the story of Christ took shape before his eyes. He took pity on the traveler. You must be paying promise, poor thing! Until the climb is not very big. But he can’t seem to take it anymore, he told himself
Naum looked again at the top of the mountain. He decided to help.
It was there that Nahum took up the cross.
The sun was leaving the sky when Nahum appeared at the top of the mountain, walking slowly, his face red and sweaty, his body bent to the weight of the cross.
When he stopped to rest, the boys appeared.
They got out of the red car. They watched Nahum. They even talked to him about the meaning of the cross.
They laughed a lot when he told them that he had carried her there just to help another man. They stayed with Nahum until the sun was completely gone and the moon appeared in the distance in the sky. There, they said goodbye at the top of the mountain.
It was there that Nahum was found crucified.
In the morning.
When the sun was still a boy, in the sky.