I met this man with a cross on his back, before the Roma-Feynord match in Tirana.
What are you doing here, I asked
Everyone is a football fan today, he said
What are you?
I am a fan of Christ,
Where are you taking this cross?
I'm not taking it anywhere I'm carrying it on my back,
So you bear on our backs our sins like Christ?
Of course yours too,
Do you not think that the weight of sins is impossible to bear by a single man?
Someone has to do it, said the man
Why you, I asked
Because no one does, neither do you,
I certainly do not, I can barely bear my sins, I said
You do not believe, said the man
How do you know I do not believe?
I read your books,
I think the writer understands from his books, I asked him
The spirit of the writer can be known by the way he speaks of other souls,
What if I take a picture of you, do you think I can get to know your soul through it?
The photo is not a reflection of the soul, but of the moment, said the man
Since we met I will do you a favor, I said
What an honor, the man asked
I will not reveal either the name or the face.
But why would you hide from me, the man asked
I want to protect you, I said
From whom will you protect me?
Of all those who sin and will come to you asking you to carry the cross on your back, I said.
This is the duty of God, said the man, I do not need to protect me from sinners
Well now I gave the floor, I said, remain unknown
Only on your facebook, said the man.