Atonement of a Weary Traveler: Prolouge of the Wandering Jew

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wandering_Jew)
“You shall lived your life wandering the earth, scavenging and never reaping” Then the holy man
turn to whom they call St. Peter “Verily I say unto you, there be some standing here, which shall
not taste of death, till they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom!”, then the sky turn red
and then an earthquake opened up below in which I fall into the black void below…

I woke up abruptly with the palms of my hands wet and my mind broken from the vivid
nightmare. It’s been almost 20 centuries since I’ve ridiculed that man, the son of god, Jesus
Christ at his crucifixion and the memories of those times still haunt me to this day, my worst sin.
Becaus of this curse from which I have to atone I’ve been to many places: Paris, when the Eiffel
tower was built; Egypt, where in 1517 was absorbed into the Turkish Ottoman empire;