Emil had been walking past the church every day on the way to school and back for the past month. He’d been new to the neighbourhood and, due to his obligations with school and figure skating, he had zero time to get in touch with any new people.
It had been only a month and he was already crumbling down. The new country, new lifestyle, new surroundings, new language, the sudden isolation, everything was taking its toll on Emil’s mood and health so much faster than he expected. And, so, now, it was a Saturday evening and he was standing in front of the freshly painted church building. He needed help and didn’t know where else to ask for it, despite being an atheist.
He finally moved and made a first step forward. At the same second, his brain went all nuts. The hell would be he doing in a church?! He’d never even saw a bible from far. He never knew how to pray or anything like that. And was he really thinking some imaginary guy up in the sky would help him? He turned around. But he made only two steps before turning towards the tall building again. He was absolutely lost.
