Once upon a time there was a Roman named Pantera who lived in Judea.
A veteran of the legion, he had obtained a pleasant land to work in this province of Palestine occupied by the Empire.
Pantera hadn't slept all night.
He was stomping in front of her door, not knowing whether to go about his usual business or whether he had to decide something else, a new thing.
But what?
The sun was rising.
Under the questioning eye of his dog, Pantera dragged his feet like a man who has worries, stopped like a man who has doubts, stared at the morning horizon like a man who is no longer sure of anything.
(Any man over 40 knows this ...)
Pantera then saw another Roman colonist named Romulus appear on the way.
He held this language to her (roughly):
“Last night… Did we tell you?…. A new family has arrived in the region… For the great count! ”
The king had ordered the first compulsory census of Judeans.
Every man had to show up on
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