A condescending expression appeared on my father's face.

- Six thousand years of human history? He asked, and got up to go to the library. From there he brought a book on anthropology and found in it a diagram showing the various species of hominids that preceded modern man. Neanderthal man appeared one hundred thousand years ago, Cro-Magnon man - fifty thousand years ago. He paused before looking up from the book and looking at Augustine: "And you say that human history is not even six thousand years old?"

Augustine assumed the same sad air as when I was convinced that the Bible contains legendary fragments.

"That's not what I say, it's what the Bible says. The Word of God affirms, leaving no room for doubt, that in 1975 six thousand years of human history will come to an end. This," he pointed to the book my father was holding, "is only a human book. These are the words of men, and if I have to choose between the Bible, which is the word of God, and the words of men, I prefer the Bible. And with that, he lifted the Bible in his right hand to give even more weight to his words.

"But the Bible and science should not contradict each other," I tried to interject.

"Listen, science is man-made, and therefore imperfect. In the last century, the existence of the Hittites was denied, since only the Bible mentioned them. But then it was discovered that the Hittites really existed. In 1975, humanity will be six thousand years old.

Again, Augustine's heartfelt words convinced me. I remembered from history lessons how the Hittite Empire had been discovered by chance, and I thought he might be right.

1975 - two years later

My father seemed to be a little less convinced than I was, and in truth he gave the impression of a man who amuses himself by listening to nonsense, and yet has great difficulty in restraining himself from bursting out laughing.

- In what month of 1975? He inquired ironically.

"Certainly in the autumn," replied Augustine, as if not noticing my father's tone. - Adam was created in autumn, and the end will certainly come in autumn as well. Naturally, we cannot state anything in more detail. In the end, the Son, Who, less than the Father, knows neither the day nor the hour. We don't know that either.

I thought deeply about what I had heard, and then my mother appeared on the doorstep: "How about orange juice?"