The clerk, fingernail-clawed, would hit the keyboard looking for the letter "J" to write the name "Jesus" on the record. And the honorable judge would rummage through all the drawers of the alphabet for the right word to dictate to the clerk.

"He is from Nazareth. Nazareth with a Z." And the clerk, who may have had a hurricane of leprosy on his hands as a child, would pronounce "Nazareth" and then go into the thicket of the keyboard hunting for letters.

In Mozambique, Jesus would not have been mocked and beaten, nailed and shot with insults. The long divine silences of Christ, to the judge's questions, would be put in the minutes and underlined under the watchful eye of the public ministry.

In Mozambique, Jesus would not have been mocked and beaten, nailed and shot with insults.

The father of Jesus Christ, would be sitting there watching his son's trial, anxiously eating his fingernails full of dandruff from scraping the planet and maybe pulling out of his pocket some handkerchief that he didn't have the courage to give to Adam to hide his shame; he would wipe his sweat and pray for his son.

Christ would only have to endure the judge putting important names on the edge of the case and others in the center, like a child when he puts fish bones on the edge of his plate. Perhaps for a moment he would want to turn the little bottles of water into gallons of wine and thus make the whole tent into a feast just as others have done with the people's money.

Christ would just have to put up with the judge putting important names at the edge of the process and others in the center

Poor guy! Christ would have to put up with the brats in the tent who without respect for the law get under the judgment gown and deflower their balls. Christ in court, clad in a yellow robe, would consult the appendices of the prosecution, shake his head regardless of the crown of thorns he would not have. He would not have to endure Pilate washing his hands, just listen to the judge playing with the object of the case; of course, every object was made for play, and the judge has the right to play too.

In Mozambique Christ would not have had a cross-shaped wood, but a luxurious bed in the Língamo jail to be preached to with snores and resurrected every day to the tent. Of course, Christ would have revolted, for looking for Barabbas in the tent and not finding him, for seeing the public ministry stuffed with cases with no evidence against Barabbas.