I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was inside the largest church in the smallest city; the Vatican City. It was full of tourists, however, all I could hear was the organ playing and the whispers of the prayers. Although it was boiling hot outside, to my surprise it was pretty cool inside. I even wished I had brought something to keep me warm. All this silence and the hugeness of the church gave me chills. I had goose bumps all over my body. I felt my father’s hand holding my hand as if he had realised that I was a bit scared. We sat quietly next to my mother who was praying silently.
After a few minutes I started to realise that this was a very colourful and interesting church. I stood up and began to walk slowly, admiring the beauty on the floors, on the walls and on the ceiling. What a painter Michelangelo was! He had paintings everywhere. Tourists were taking pictures of everything they saw. I also started taking selfies when I saw a corner full of candles. There was a table on which candles were burning. Without hesitation, I had this instant urge to blow out the candles. And I did. Whatever happened, it happened when I blew out the candles.
All of a sudden, all the lights went out and there was a deadly silence. In a few minutes we could hear some frightening footsteps. As the footsteps came closer, I realised that they belonged to a group of men who looked like clowns. They were wearing colourful striped clothes but they were neither funny nor smiling. They all looked very serious and angry. They were the Vatican soldiers who were responsible for the safety of the Pope. Two of them grabbed my arms. I was extremely scared. My father and mother were in shock like all the other people. One of the soldiers said that it was against the rules to blow out the candles and whoever did this was sentenced to imprisonment. I started crying and since I was small, they said that we had to pay a fine of ten thousand euros. Of course my father agreed.
Finally, we had to leave the church and also the Vatican City because they told us that we were not allowed to enter this city again. This was a very shocking experience for us and I was so sorry for causing such a terrible incident. Later I learned that the candles symbolise faite like entering the light of God. We decided to have a good meal with my parents in order to forget this chaotic day. I am afraid I will never be able to blow out any candles, even on my birthday!