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Jeremiah Cole - The Hidden Bearer
“He was crucified not for what he said, but for what he did not say.”
Jeremiah Cole was never registered. No identity card, no biometric data, no place of origin. Even the Fifth Estate doesn't know his true origins - only that he wasn't from here. It is said that he emerged during a winter cold spell, in one of the old ventilation shafts below Kreuzberg. In his hand: a sealed cylinder with only one word written on it: “Key carrier”.
He spoke little, but heard everything. Children clung to his gestures, old people spoke to him in languages they had never learned. He drew maps with dirt that led to doors that no one had ever seen before - and which only opened in his presence.
The crucifixion
His death is legend.
A camera clip shows him - bound to chains, held upright against a perforated steel girder in Sector 6A, his arms stretched wide, his gaze not distorted by pain, but full of calm.
They say he had seen the final threshold, but refused to open it for the wrong people.
Those who held him had no names - only numbers.
When he was beaten, the light flickered throughout the web of the deep.
When he died, a wall suddenly became wordless, where writing had appeared for decades.
When his body disappeared, the ground began to breathe.
Today people don't call him by his name.
Only the children sometimes speak of “Jerem”, the one with the shadowy smile.
And on a rusty wall is written in oil:
"He did not call. That's why we can still hear him.
