How can one wake up feeling depressed in the Holy Family Hostel when one is a short walk from the Church of the Nativity? Twice I have found it locked, now an Orthodox priest denies me access to the Crypt but to be here is good enough.

I go then to the Garden Tomb. Here we can really appreciate the atmosphere. The women running up to the open tomb, Peter seeing the linen cloths on the floor, John running in and believing.

“He is not here. He is risen.”