"A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country and in his own house."
- Matthew, XIII. 57.
Antonius woke up from his deep sleeps feeling his head is about to explode in to pieces, with a dried mouth that feels even worse than the heat on the sands of the Sahara desert. With a drowsy pair of eyes that is about to stick itself together with the eye lids Antonius reached for a jar of water by his bed. However, after he managed to grab the handle of the jug he then found out how powerless the muscles in his arms are. The moment he managed to take a sip of the water in the jug his arms could no longer take this weight dropping the jug on to the ground creating a loud thump that sounded like a drum in the middle of the night, instantly waking up the man who is leaning his head on the pillar sleeping soundly in a distance not far away from Antonius' bed.
