Capítulo 26: ENGLAND - BRAZIL
Unfortunately for Nubky, times were strange and totally hostile. His Fokker F27 was soon intercepted on arrival in British airspace by the Royal Air Force, and he was arrested.
At the airport Ellen does not isolate anxiety. It was a whirlwind of things stirring within her. The discovery of this exciting and new world that she actually always dared to believe in existence, or sometimes forced herself to do so, for her grandfather, for her history and for the admiration she had for him. No, I couldn't believe, like everyone else, that he was just crazy. The priest came back with the coffee to fetch and handed him his cappuccino, expelling an aromatic smoke that filled his nostrils, submerging a pleasant memory of a distant continent. America. The cafes with Reinaldo and conversations about art, admiring the sunset in the late afternoon. - Even you, Father, with the little you know, you cannot even imagine what all this really means. Can you do it? She asked worriedly. In the lobby she looked at the floor. The plane they would board in a few hours had just landed and the loudspeakers were announcing their arrival.
- I can not. You're right. I don't think anyone could live with that if they weren't chosen to go through such a spell. You know, I am a priest. Having faith is part of my job. And it all goes far beyond the role that God has for each of us. It is something beyond the creation of man, of that I am sure. And dreams. I have these dreams that reveal things to me. So it was with Nubky. I saw him being devoured. And then I saw every cell, every tissue that made up your body, every fiber in your muscles forming and clumping together until your entire structure was complete. Same thing happened to me. I died. I was nailed to the cross in my church. A sacrilege. In the place of Christ. I was buried and then I came back from the dead, like Christ himself. Why was that thing choosing a disciple of God from one of the pieces of your sadistic game? I know that I am gradually becoming this evil, which seems to possess me. I'm losing my faith. - The priest vented, his speech interrupted by sobs and an unsuccessful attempt to contain his crying. Ellen rubbed her hands gently over her face and wiped away her tears. - Don't worry, Father. The closer we get to the truth, the more I feel that this terrible evil can be overcome. It is strange, but I feel a heat in my chest and I am nourished. It's like my great-grandfather was talking to me.
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