Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The man on the cross
You know. Jesus. There's a particularly vivid and gory statue of Jesus on the cross down by the Salzach River. Its just across the pedestrian bridge, in front of a spa. Mara inquired about the hurt man as we passed him, suggested we bring Mr. Bump (our ice pack) down for him because he clearly had some injuries. When I suggested that it was a statue, she got mad. She was definately coming with Mr. Bump tomorrow morning! Then Teo got into the picture. Who was injured, who needed Mr. Bump? Oh, just this statue, I replied. Why, what were the injuries from? In the olden days, they used to kill people by hanging them on wooden poles/crosses, but we don't do that anymore. I don't see rope to hang him. Well, no, actually they used nails. Is that why he's bleeding? Yes. It goes on like this.... Why. Why. Why. Finally I say, that these statues are everywhere and we see them a lot. No. Yes. No. Yes, you know who that is, that's the baby Jesus when he's an adult.