It was a rushed decision, but after using all his logic building this machine, faith took control and he just knew where he wanted to go first. As soon as the flash of light blinded him, he felt his weight pulling him down as he started to fall. Still blinded he felt the impact and how his shin snapped. Agony got there before his sight, so he was graving his broken leg screaming in pain when he noticed where he was laying.

He knew the land would be different and some variation must have occurred in over 2000 years, he did the math and tweaked the machine so he would appear near Jerusalem in the year 32. But he never thought he will fall 9 meters right in the middle of town.

People were already forming a circle around him and kids were hiding behind their mother's skirts. Pain was excruciating and tears mixed with sand were blinding him a little, but he managed to see the tanned and bearded faces of people around, some scared and others curious. Someone shouted something and he felt as two strong armes lifted him and started pulling him away, unconcerned about his leg hitting the ground leaving a bloody trail. Some screamed scared and run to tell what they saw, others just went on with their lives.

A door closed and someone asked him something but he didn't understand. Of course he didn't. "How stupid of me" he thought after realizing he jumped in time thousand of years back without even taking a dictionary. He managed to open his eyes and clean off some dirt and found himself in a room with the drapes closed. Three men were watching him and sharing strange looks, as a woman stood close to the door looking at him in awe. One other was in the corner, talking and pacing back and forth. He looked ragged and covered in dirt, his hair a mess and the beard long. seemed furious, moving his arms and pointing him a couple of times. Suddenly he saw as the man turned and looked him in the eyes. As the man approached he felt scared and attempted to run only to get held tighter by the three men. The ragged man got close, muttered something and kicked his leg. When he was about to scream in pain all he felt was a sudden numbness and then nothing. He looked down to se his bloody leg with the bone back in place and a redness where once was a deep wound.

"You shouldn't be here" I said after tuning in to his dialect. "I'm tired of fanatics jumping back in time and ruining everything for me. You know how hard it is to make people love you and then hate you the next day?" He was looking at me holding his leg, dumbfounded. "Other have arrived at better times but you had to get here right today, right?" I yelled at him again. "I don't... I don't understand. My lord?" He said mumbling. "Yes you stupid weak" I replied. "It's me, Yeshúa, Jesus, Jesús, whatever you call in your time the son of god" It was tiring. "But not in this timeline anymore thanks to you. Now those people out there think I invoked you from the heavens, or you are some angel, or whatever. And that will only reinforce their faith in me" I reached images ahead of time and peaked at the future. "Ooh yes, this one is rich. Rome comes to get me in a couple of months so I can invoke for them an army: they take me, kill me after failing to do so, my followers revolt and are killed.... And that's the end of Christianity thanks to you" The man was muttering confused, asking for forgiveness and trying to understand at the same time. " Enough of your nonsense " I finally said. "I'm tired of you people" Right then the machine started to pull him back and a tear opened behind him. But right when it was pulling him inside, I graved him by the shoulder and closed the tear. "Ow no, not this time. The last one was the last person I promise to send back. You are staying and helping me to make this less painful for me"

The ragged man spoke to the bulkiest of the three man back in their dialect and he took me, and dragged me back to the streets, where people muttering and cheered as we went out.