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Apples and God
by Jan Oscar Hansen
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In the twilight I saw a nun coming down the hilly street towards me, in the shiny
grayness of the evening, I could see a cross of the crucified Jesus around her neck.
I was filled with foreboding as I have always had a fear of Christianity. 

I remembered what an old man, who had a long white beard and always wore
a black hat, had told me that if I saw a nun I should spit three times and run away.

I ran and ran but whichever road I followed, she still came behind me. I fled into
a garden full of apple trees, climbed up one of them. Sat there for hours till I got
hungry and picked an apple, it tasted like acid and filled my mouth of the unknown.

Yet I had the sense to fill my pocket with the forbidden fruit. Back home, I told mother of what had happened, I gave her the fruit, she cut them up in pieces and strewed sugar on and now they tasted lovely. She told me not to mind what old men said and that the nun was a victim of her delusion. She also told me to buy apples next time and not to steal them. The day thereafter I bought two green bananas, it took weeks before they were ripe enough to eat. 

October 07 ,2011
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