Photo: About silence of Nikolay Sobolev
19:30 pm It was a Holy Thursday. The action was staged inside a small church in southern Mexico City. Despite being a cloudy night and rather cool, the temple was boiling hot. Product sultry heat of the many faithful who attended the Mass, those who came attracted mainly by the recreation of the foot-washing ceremony that Jesus Christ effected the night of his Last Supper. In the heat of bodies gathered there, was added which produced the flaming candles. Both accented by low heat ventilation. Deprive a mood of mourning. Overwhelming grief. The aroma of the candles is combined with the scent of tuberose, becoming almost unbearable the-little-air. In a predominantly adult membership, and women, stood out a little girl accompanying her grandmother. For her, to whom the normal Sunday Mass 45 minutes seemed very long, at this stage the celebration of Holy Thursday and loe was unbearable. Naturally concerned, the be constrained by the silence and immobility made her prey to a greater concern. And if that were not enough, the heat and the pungent scent of tuberose the dizzy so much that needed to fan herself with the blade of the missal for fear of fainting. To see fanning, her grandmother looked disapprovingly but before I could curse him the priest called to communion, which distracted her from scolding her mind. While the vast majority of participants were willing to communicate, the grandmother decided to go to the little chapel which was attached a large image of the Dolorosa . Before leaving her granddaughter said: wait for me here I'll pray a Hail Mary the Virgin . The girl nodded and for a while remained very quiet, busy not to succumb to sleep or hunger. But the minutes passed without the grandmother returned, it seemed that would read something more than just a Hail Mary. The girl, every minute more tired and hungry, he was moved by a strange impulse and before you know it was formed after the few parishioners who still hoped to communicate. Very serious waited his turn and when he finally stood before the priest opened his mouth to receive the body of Christ and respond Amen as everyone else. Once done walked back to his bench chewing on the remains of the host ... until his view was to encounter the gaze of her grandmother, who had returned from praying at the Dolorosa and look, now, with French anger. The girl remained silent, willing to sit beside her, but this was prevented by forcing a hincarse y acto seguido, entre regaño y regaño, la guió en una larga sesión de rezos para pedir perdón a Dios por haber comido del cuerpo de cristo siendo una pecadora ... a los ochos años… pues nunca se había confesado.
Finalmente, tras varias oraciones que a la niña le parecieron eternas, la abuela consideró que la niña había cumplido con su castigo por haber comulgado sin estar preparada para ello, que de rezos y admoniciones ya habían tenido suficiente, le indicó que era hora de abandonar la iglesia. Apenas habían franqueado la puerta, la abuela her granddaughter asked why he did such thing, "Communion", to which the girl replied quite naturally: is that I have always wanted to eat host. But I do it again. I did not like. And besides, if every point that I have to say well, I think I will like to eat it. It sure do again, Abu e. Hearing his answer, unexpectedly, the grandmother burst into a loud laugh and taking the hand of the girl commended hasten the passage to come home as soon as possible at home and could tea ... because she was hungry.
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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall on my body" Marguerite Yourcenar 
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