Father Rosaria is in his office, immersed in a pile of papers. The rays of the evening sun made their way through the narrow gap of the curtains that were not completely closed - as usual, it was dark here.

During this day, he was tired of literally everything, but especially of the annoying sisters pestering him with church matters. Naive creatures, they all believe in their bright god.

“Hah, how absurd,” Rosaria mumbles under his breath, counting minutes for an opportunity to finally leave.