Good Friday is the saddest day of the year. Well, we don't dance when there is a funeral in the house, well, we don't go to draw up documents for an apartment, well, we don't go to clarify matters at work. We say to everyone: "I have sorrow." Here on Good Friday we have sorrow. We crucified Him, each of us with his own sins, all mankind, we crucified Him. Let's cry for what we have done, what we have done.
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