Italy: A weekend under high tension with the Pope in Rome

  In a distant future where time travel is not just a dream but a tangible reality, a man finds himself thrown into the eternal city of Rome. It is a weekend in the heart of an eclectic metropolis, where past and present blend together in an almost grotesque way. The echo of history floats in the warm air, every alley, every cobblestone telling stories that only the walls of this city can truly understand.  Waking up in a hotel room in the Trastevere district, I wake up in an atmosphere full of mystery and charm. The wooden shutters, poorly painted but full of character, let in a soft golden light, under which the dancing shadows of the climbing bougainvillea bloom. As he steps through the door, he enters a vibrant world where the hills gently slide under the weight of history. The rumors of the morning market reach him—the shouts of the vendors, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and golden pastries, all mixed with the scent of citrus fruits. The day begins, and with it, the promise of an Italian adventure.