suddenly became nervous. Some of them stopped going to the church completely, while others found it really hard to look up as high as the scaffolding.
By the time the tower was rising above the trees, most people were too afraid to go near the church, those brave enough to look all the way up started hyperventilating and some even fainted.
One week before Christmas the new tower was complete. The builders got into their bus and left. Suddenly the town was quiet. Apart from feminine Celia trying to start her car in front of the hotel, there was not a sound. People were staying inside, keeping quiet and decorating their tiny Christmas trees.
Why does nobody want to look up? I asked.
They’re afraid they might see something unbelievable, said my mother.
Why? I asked.
When you see something you do not believe, it changes everything you know, said my mother.
What happens then? I asked.
You might become somebody else, said my father. Somebody unexpected, someone who will surprise himself and many people. We looked at each other. Then we stormed out the door and ran down the street.
And since then, every Christmas while the world decorates trees, worries and looks elsewhere, you will find our family outside, looking for a church or a tower, desperate to see something unbelievable.
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