the wrath of Rome

I made a short trip to Rome recently. I've never visited the town before and I was curious to see and feel it. History of the town is naturally interesting, once it was the most powerful city in the world and from there Julius Caesar led his troops taking over the lands of celtic people beyond. A city of wealth and plentifulness, of greedness which met it's less glorious end in year 476...maybe it was a warning example to the forthcoming generations of mandkind.

The plane landing was not perfect. It did not succeed at all. We could not land at all, indeed. The plane landed to Naples one and half hours later due to the unbeliavable thunderstorm which raged over Rome. I felt like all the wrath of Rome created during milleniums was sent to the sky above, sky where we tried landing.

About 4 hours later we were back in Rome and landed perfectly. City was massive and impressive, very ancient, but I will still remember that landing for a long time. The wrath of Rome.

During the trip, one evening, I was walking down a chain of streets trying to find Pantheon (temple consecrated to all gods). I did not remember what it looked like and continued for searching. At one market square I remember thinking "oh, mighty pillars" and like someone would have pushed me towards them, I walked under the outer roof of a large temple. It felt very friendly and inviting. The temple had enormous doors, but in the darkness I still could peek inside. The inner of the temple was glowing with otherworldy green. I can describe this only through a cover of age-old cartoon Alix.

This urge to walk towards this building appeared out of the blue, I did not expect it and it was very overwhelming.

In a terrace about 300 metres from the place, one friendly American couple told me that Pantheon that I was looking for was the building which I had just described. I could not believe my ears. I had not recognized it, instead I had felt it.

The pillars of Pantheon.