Damn those priests, thirty miserable pieces of silver for a lifetime of guilt and repentance, nor for all the shekels and stakes of the earth should have accepted.

From that moment that being does not stop appearing to me in several of the areas of the potter’s field. Every time I walk down that road, I see him with his tunic, I see how he looks at me, even though I do not see his eyes or his face, he makes my hair stand on end, and as soon as I let go for a second, the sight disappears again …

This can not continue like this, today I presented myself in the temple, but those filthy indoctrines of the Sanhedrin, they have not even wanted back their dirty payment, wanting to shame me, make me feel a greater sense of guilt, but I left the cursed coins in the temple, hoping that the remorse and these visions stop persecuting me.

I thought everything would be resolved, but as I returned home I went back to see him, this time closer. I was standing, looking at me, still and wrapped in the shade of that tree. For a moment I was paralyzed. But I ran away until I was out of breath.

I did not realize until that moment that something sounded in my pocket.

How is it possible? I remember perfectly throwing the coins in the temple …

What’s going on?