The story of two people about to become lovers is so eternal that it almost made us forget History. How sweet it would be to forget the monster that saps our brief lives as cement for its vain monuments. But it knocks on the door and enters our story. It is not coming in the guise of the secret police, nor in the guise of a sudden revolution. The waves of History do not wash over only the dramatic peaks of life, they also soak through common, everyday existence like dirty dishwater.
History enters our story in the guise of dirty underwear.
A woman tears shed for us redeem our sins like the blood of Jesus Christ.