If I had lived some centuries ago, at this stage I might already hear the distressing crackling of the burning firewood of my stake.
They burnt people for much less.
What would have been my guilt, my sin?
Transporting to nowadays parameters the absolute certitudes of the religious tribunals of the past, the evidences are obvious: I take pictures of crows and cats, so I love them, as a consequence I must have some immoral deal with them, since everybody knows they are devilish creature...The conclusions are easily deduced.
If one would need another proof, here it is.
I have kept on claiming that I don’t like summer heat, for reasons the respectable people refuse to imagine and look what I have done!
It’s the middle of July and the weather would be supposed to display its talent of summer heat in the most glorious way.
“But, look, good people of the jury, look...It has been raining for two whole days, the temperature dropped at autumnal levels...
The guilty is, without any doubt, this woman who conjured with cats and crows.
This woman who stays silent, but looks so satisfied and just smiles thinking of the sublime little pleasure to sleep this night, in the middle of summer, all wrapped up into a duvet.
Burn the witch!!!!”