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"The world is full of mystery. I've heard that all my life and it seems to be true. But if I go through something mysterious myself, will I be believed? Maybe I'll think I'm crazy, or everything that happens to me in my everyday life is just something I'm dreaming and soon I'll wake up. Questions without answers..."
Everything changes after he returns from a pilgrimage to a miraculous statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, when he becomes the victim of a plane accident in which, with no hope left, he prays alongside the other passengers, gives his final blessing, and then... And then what?
He wakes up on a bench. Where exactly? Right in the heart of the most important square in the world, in Rome, caput mundi, as the Latins used to say. What is he doing there? He remembered the airplane accident, but he also had other memories. How did he get here, what year is it? He was at the Vatican, but still... Is it the year 1492?!

When You Transmigrate to Other Times

After returning home from the royal palace, I had dinner with Cesare and Marcus. I was deeply pensive, which worried the two of them.

"Antonio, are you alright?" Cesare asked.

"What? Oh, yes... I'm fine, I guess..."

"What do you mean, 'I guess'? Are you alright or not?"

"I'm fine... I'm just tired... I'll go rest. Good night."

What could be on my mind that I'm so pensive? There are times when even I can't understand myself, but for it to happen so suddenly? Oh, wait... Tomorrow is Gabriel's birthday... What can I say, I need to get him a gift or something, right?

In fact, I have an idea... I went downstairs. Cesare and Marcus were still eating and discussing the schedule for Sunday, which will be Pentecost Sunday. Interesting, but I have a more important matter.

"Cesare, can you help me with something?"

"Tell me... How can I be of service?"

"You know, only the Pope can grant the title of 'Roman patrician,' right?"

Chapter XXXV: The King's Birthday