Chaper 14. Love is a tender game.

Hefis went through the magnetic gates to appear on a Vatican Square Sunday mess. He thought he got in Heaven - so warm and bright was around and you had a sence of elation and conciliation. What was going on looked like a well-prepared theater. The Pope was giving a speech in Italian. He could not understand it, but he could guess that it was probably about "peace, giving money to the poor, tolerating sex minorities"(the latter probably not). The junior deacons, dressed in green, yellow and white colours, mooved in a strict procession. It seemed that even the pigeons that were flying from one cornice to another were also part of the troup. He wanted to take picture of two at the same time, but it was rather hard. They changed their positions chaotically: either only one flew at a time or the whole bunch. Finally they flew - a white one and a rock one. What a neet photo - Hefis thought.

Love still is a tender game. Even ifu loose.