Another man. Another day. He walks carefully, avoiding the damp places in the road, or anywhere little clusters of flies swarm. To himself he speaks the Shema
"Sh'ma Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad" - Hear, O Israel: the LORD is our God, the LORD is One.
Nearby, someone is cooking unclean meat. The rich smell is like a branding iron in his nose, and he purposefully turns his whole face away. He scans the horizon for signs of a crowd, the usual marker indicating the presence of Judea's most revolutionary Rabbi.