In the city, the pieces of building wreckage were spread in the front of the main square, the tower of the old cathedral outlived after the wartime bombing.
The child, hidden from the Arians, was peeping what was going on down in the street from the bell tower.
The massacre of many Jews had taken place the day before the artillery bombardment. He saw how her mother and sisters were executed at the entrance of the cathedral.
The child decided to go down and check whether he could find someone alive who might help him. He found nothing but the decaying corpses were sprawled on the streets. There seem to be no soul in the small town.
He was looking for some food when he saw and old priest who , by the way, took the child with him.
They both walked for hours until they arrived to a parish in the French countryside. Situated near a lake but without any house around, the small stone made building had few benches and a main altar made of wood. The altar hid a secret: a corridor and a chamber where to conceal in case of danger. The cross carved in the altar’s wood was to be pressed on so as to open the secret chamber.
Months passed, the Germans were approaching in the way to the church. The child and the priest decided to cache in the chamber. They heard the soldier’s steps and smelt the thick black smoke coming from the haze resulted from the burning of the altar’s wood.
The smoke was unbearable. The priest began to talk to the child about his hopes: I want to be with God, you know?
- “I want to be with my family Sir. I want to go home”, the child said.
They were saying this when they saw a wheat field. Far in the distance the child could notice his mother and sisters. He runs towards them
-“My son we have been waiting for you. Why the delay?” She looked at the priest and smiled.
- “Thanks father for taking care. Now, He is waiting for your presence”
Thus, the priest and the child’s body were lying in the secret chamber in the remote French countryside near a lake.
The child, hidden from the Arians, was peeping what was going on down in the street from the bell tower.
The massacre of many Jews had taken place the day before the artillery bombardment. He saw how her mother and sisters were executed at the entrance of the cathedral.
The child decided to go down and check whether he could find someone alive who might help him. He found nothing but the decaying corpses were sprawled on the streets. There seem to be no soul in the small town.
He was looking for some food when he saw and old priest who , by the way, took the child with him.
They both walked for hours until they arrived to a parish in the French countryside. Situated near a lake but without any house around, the small stone made building had few benches and a main altar made of wood. The altar hid a secret: a corridor and a chamber where to conceal in case of danger. The cross carved in the altar’s wood was to be pressed on so as to open the secret chamber.
Months passed, the Germans were approaching in the way to the church. The child and the priest decided to cache in the chamber. They heard the soldier’s steps and smelt the thick black smoke coming from the haze resulted from the burning of the altar’s wood.
The smoke was unbearable. The priest began to talk to the child about his hopes: I want to be with God, you know?
- “I want to be with my family Sir. I want to go home”, the child said.
They were saying this when they saw a wheat field. Far in the distance the child could notice his mother and sisters. He runs towards them
-“My son we have been waiting for you. Why the delay?” She looked at the priest and smiled.
- “Thanks father for taking care. Now, He is waiting for your presence”
Thus, the priest and the child’s body were lying in the secret chamber in the remote French countryside near a lake.
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