So there I was in Rome. My righteous fury fizzling out as there was no Pope let to be angry with - or so I thought.
I waited and waited with the hope that the new Pope may prove better and do the right thing and give back the stolen treasure.
The new Pope was elected and he came out in all his pomp and drove past me in his little white go cart. Perhaps he was hoping for some sign of recognition from me. All he got was my back turned to him.
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