We walked from Alfonso's house for almost an hour to get to the cathedral. When we stood in front of her, it looked like the cathedral was still intact. Only when you looked a little to the right or left could you see that the roof of the cathedral had been almost completely destroyed by the fire. I wasn't sure if it was allowed to enter the cathedral. I had heard that a fire like this could amount to a death sentence for a medieval cathedral. I carefully opened the gate and carefully looked inside. The sound could be heard everywhere, like pimples hitting stones. There was a huge hole in the ceiling that was due to the fire. Apparently the pillar fell into the roof and made this hole in the process.

"Hello ?!" I called uncertainly.

A moment later a muscular man with black hair came up to me.

"What do you want? You are not allowed in here, it is still too dangerous," he said.

"We're just looking for someone," said Jasmine.

"Hm ... and whoever you think you will find here?" Said the man.

We nodded.

"Very well. Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for a man who works here. He's probably from Scotland and may still have red hair ..."

"Oh ... I think I know who you mean. Wait here, will you?" Said the man, walking deeper into the cathedral. A short time later he came back with an equally muscular man. Red-haired and with sky-blue eyes, like Quasimodo's.

"That's John McGrobain. We'll just call him Joe here," said the man I suspected was something of a foreman here.

John stepped forward and looked at us skeptically: "What do you want from me?"

"You ... did you have a son about 25 years ago?" I asked him.

John winced briefly. Then he looked ashamed at the floor: "Yes."

"According to your reaction, do you know which son we are talking about?" Asked Jasmine.

John grabbed both of us by the shoulders and led us out of the cathedral.

"We'd better discuss everything else between ourselves.", He said and nodded to his foreman, who also nodded to him and then turned away to go back to work.

We sat down on the lawn next to the cathedral and John sighed deeply.

"I never thought that after all these years the past would catch up with me ..." he said.

"Why did you leave him to the gypsies?" Asked Jasmine.

"Because ... the birth was fraught with complications. I thought my wife couldn't do it. And even if ... to care for a child? I didn't want her to do that after the difficult birth.", John said dejected.

"So ... wasn't it about his looks?" I asked.

"No. He's my son. And always will be. A gift from God. Unfortunately, the situation forced me to take the step. You know ... what has become of him?" Asked John.

Jasmin nodded: "His name is Quasimodo. He is the bell ringer of Notre Dame de Paris."

"Really?" Said John, amazed.

"Yes. Besides ... he's here," I said.

"WHAT?", John jumped up in surprise, "Where?"

"He's with the medicus right now. He was injured on the way here," I said, bowing my head.

"Oh ... is he okay?" asked John.

"The medicus said he could fix him," said Jasmine and winked at him.

"Lucky ..." said John.

"What about your wife? Has she survived the birth? Does she know of your decision?" Asked Jasmine.

"She survived. 5 years ago she even gave me a daughter. Pretty and healthy. Her name is Mary. That's when I told her what happened to our son. Until then, she thought he was dead. But since then she has knows that he is alive, she would like to see him again. But ... because of my work I couldn't look for him and my wife takes care of the Mary ... "said John," fate has now brought you here to us I thank the Lord for that. "

"There's only one problem left," I said thoughtfully.

"Which one?" Asked John.

"Quasimodo is deaf and thinks that you gave him up because he was disfigured," I said.

"Can we still talk to him?" Asked John skeptically.

"Yes, he can read lips, but you have to speak more slowly than usual," I said.

"Well, I'll explain it to him then!" Said John. He turned around and pointed to a small house with a blue roof: "That's where we live. When he's recovered, bring him to us and I'll explain everything to him," said John. Then he said goodbye to continue his work with the words: "The roof will not build itself."