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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

The next day I woke up more tired than usual. I realized that this fatigue was due to the intense activities I had undertaken with Cesare the previous day. Honestly, I felt that I needed some rest today, but time was not on my side. Cesare was still asleep, so I decided not to wake him.

I walked slowly to the bathroom to bathe and calm myself after the previous night's exertions. I couldn't imagine now what I would do without him or without someone by my side. In any case, I had never thought that a pure priest, held as an example of purity, would change so dramatically overnight.

After bathing and relaxing from the previous night, I returned to my office. Cesare was still not awake, so I dressed in my clerical clothes and kissed him on the forehead to wake him. Today, we were to celebrate the farewell Mass together before heading to the Vatican.

"Antonio, are you awake?" Cesare said sleepily.

Chapter LXII: The Last Day in Wallachia