In the church, the brothers of the brotherhood, and a sister – one single woman in the place of the privileged, there, next to the priest, to a side of the altar, as it is suitable for the most ever exemplary citizens. It is surely a coincidence that they are all owners of companies or councillors.
It had been a long time ago, the last time we were made aware of just how close the church and the political power are.
One of those brothers, or whatever they are, was a policeman. I looked at his uniform, and one of the things that hung from it was a gun. Yes: a gun, in a church.
