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"Hello, am I speaking to Christopher Jones" says a youngish male voice I have never heard in my life. "Yes, I am he". And just now I am hearing Caspar's great confession. Says Caspar, "I was there when it all happened. Two thousand years ago." "Good morning, Christopher. My name is Lawrence and I am your new case manager. How are you today." Continues Caspar, "I was there when he died. I watched. I saw everything." "Fine thanks." "It was I who drove the nails, who drove the nails into his hands, his feet..." "I was wondering if you could come in some time this week. I will be away on vacation, but one of my colleagues will be happy to see you. It's just for a quick review. I understand it has been at least a year since you were last in to see us." Continues Caspar, "I was just there, watching, under the directions of the dark lord, but I didn't realise at the time that one of the soldiers would make me do it. He seemed to assume I was just some Jewish kid watching the whole scene, with nothing better to do..." "Hello Christopher", says Lawrence, sounding very patient and professional, "are you still with me." "Oh, sorry. I'm in a coffee shop in New West with some friends, and this guy who just joined us has just told the most remarkable story. He says that he was there when they crucified my Lord." "Sorry?" "His name is Caspar. he just joined us out of the blue, and now he is telling everyone that two thousnd yers ago he not only witnessed the crucifixion, but that it was he who drove the nails into the hands and feet of Jesus." "That sounds very interesting", says Lawrence, very tactfully. "How did you neet this person?" "He appears to be someone whom Stella, this transwoman with us who is an old friend of Carl's, one of my friends here, and she herself is pretty old, more than a hundred, but you would never guess it to see her, she appears very young for her age." "She must have taken very good care of herself", says Lawrence in a very careful voice. "I mean, she looks super young. She could easily pass for thirty, maybe thirty-five. She used to be a hooker." "you mean to say she was a sex worker." "Stella doesn't use that word. She says hooker, or prostitute, and my Friend Carl, who is with us here, was friends with her, and for a while lived with her in Amsterdam twenty years ago. Carl was also a hooker. Gay male, of course. In Amsterdam. He is Dutch." "Say, Chrisopher, I am just reviewing my agenda for today and I could actually fit you in at two-thirty. In fact, I would highly encourage you to come in and see me today. Is two thirty okay." "I suppose it should be fine..."