The Holy Week of a heathen

It is the Holy Week, the week coming to Easter. I barely noticed it. The end of Lent was more exciting during my Catholic childhood: I used to avoid chocolate during the whole period, until Easter Sunday, when I stuffed myself. Ah the memories! Now I can have chocolate any day and it is not even naughty for a believer to stuff himself. But the Godless man I am enjoy his Holy Week differently: I intend, when I can gather the energy after work, to watch some documentaries about the Bible. Not the devout Christian kind, I mean the secular, historical, truth matters kind. I find the deconstruction of myths, Christian or others, a fascinating field of studies. For the unbeliever, the Christian heritage is the lot of the archeologist, the historian, the anthropologist, sometimes the man of literature.