Barbarity hadn’t estimated the power of faith and the thought of Humanity. It thought that the city was abandoned by everyone. It had forgotten about the faithful, those rare people who didn’t simply believe, but had maintained their humanity within the horror. The black flags hadn’t erased this light. They knew all about the distress of crucifixion but they hadn’t forgotten the light of the resurrection. Resistance started by these faithful. They learned how to hide innocents, to move around in the night, to see the suns, to survive in the absurd, because they knew that realization of contradiction was a form of liberation. Against the system of barbarity they had stolen the heads and after the deposition they had buried with respect the dead. Because resistance touched the dead first. The system didn’t sustain these acts of humanity. Because it saw concretely that even genocide, as many victims as it produced, it didn’t manage to kill humanity and though this, it could realize that Humanity had passed onto the stage of counterattack. Because nobody had the right to destroy sacred areas, the holy lands, only because he wanted to dominate everyone. Only that the wound for barbarity didn’t come from the innocents as much as they would fight with dignity. The wound was given by the Just. A whole army of justice came to fight it. Only then did the first black flags fall.