- It was at that time, yes,  that  the end of the world happened!  The Pope's bodyguards
  began to fire.  The shouting crowd rushed to the Church's doors.  Many people died so, 
  crushed and trampled on.  I found a shelter  behind  the column  and  probably I saved 
  myself  only  for this motive.  Meanwhile,  the little man  on the air  was completely 
  riddled  by the bullets... It was then that his body happened  to breack in two pieces 
  that crashed down.  Now on the air a starnge trifling creature there was: big as a new 
  born  with  many small  hands  and  an  indefinable  complexion.  The also  the Pope's 
  bodyguards rushed out.  I was pasted to the column, paralyzed, full of terror. At last 
  I only was alive and conscius  with those two hanging on the air.  In the meantime the 
  Pope arrived  in front  of the strange creature,  that  became  to emit some sharp and 
  musical sounds. I don't know because,  but they happened just a language. The Pope was 
  fixed  before the creature,  as if  He was in trance.  Then there was the thing really 
  shocking:  the Pope's chest ripped up and a small hand become out of it. The thumb and 
  the forefinger  of that hand  joined  themself on one circle,  as we make to say "OK". 
  Then I swooned. I recovered my senses on the hospital after some hours and I knew that 
  at the end the police  has brocken  in the Church and has found only  me and the Pope, 
  booth  swooned.  Now,  I  am  15  days  that  I  don't  sleep.  I'm afraid.... Please, 
  superintendent,  help me... A question perturbs  my brain  from that cursed day: "But, 
  the Pope will have seen me???"...