Rome, 9.00 pmThe restaurant was one of the best places in Rome, simple and nice at the same time. The favorite destination of the capital's jet set. That evening, it was strangely little frequented, apart from the single table where three people sat. Outside the venue, there was an extraordinary number of policemen, Carabinieri and unsavory-looking subjects who transmitted orders and messages through a headset. The delightful square in front of the restaurant was illuminated by the flashing lights of the vehicles of that imposing array of law enforcement officers. The massive security service was there to ensure the safety of one of the most powerful men on earth, if not the most authoritative: the Pope. It was an event never recorded before: a Pontiff who dined in a Roman restaurant, like
