As a close friend of the Pope, Baduchi had a room under long-term lease at the Paul VI Hotel. The conditions there were far better than Joseph's tiny windowless room. It had not only a private bathroom, but also a window and desk. Room service brought them Italian coffee and pastries.
"I never thought I'd get this kind of treatment." Joseph looked at the food cart.
"Human civilization began with etiquette. Hosting you is simply good manners. Would you like some coffee?"
"No, thank you. I prefer water." Joseph declined. "What kind of pastry is this?"
"Rum baba." Baduchi picked up a small fork and began eating straight away. He seemed very hungry. "Please forgive me. I haven't eaten since last night, and I haven't rested properly either. After we finish talking..."
"I'll leave on my own." Joseph smiled, revealing his white teeth. "At your age, why make yourself so tired?"
Baduchi smiled back at Joseph.
"A Global History included something Paul VI once said: 'Our age is an age of questions, an age burdened with questions. Under the miraculous influence of technology, everything is changing. If we are willing to open our eyes in life, every day brings questions waiting to be studied and solved.' I am willing to open my eyes, so I came to solve a 'problem,' even if I am already old in your eyes."
"Tell me about that Romanian monastery. Don't beat around the bush. Save yourself some effort."
"Before that, please take out the cross you use for exorcisms."
"Why?"
"Like you said, save some effort." Baduchi held out his hand to Joseph. After hesitating, Joseph handed over his olivewood Saint Benedict Cross.
Baduchi held it in his hand and examined it, but did not hurry to return it.
"Humans have always possessed a